Alien world

Chapter 1849, Section 482: Ruth's Fetish

He said see you later... Could he have come out in disguise again?
After the alliance was announced, the next step was for Annam and the third prince to meet with the emperor on behalf of their respective factions.

The two of them will spend the night in the Huanshan Palace Gardens and discuss the details of the alliance tomorrow—though it's called discussion, the empire has probably already drafted the terms, and all they need to do is sign them.

After all, the Kingdom of Dimon could still offer some assistance in the battle against the chaotic forces in the north, while Annan could only act like a bard in a mercenary squad, playing a tune to liven things up during breaks, and then shouting "The three of us were really awesome!" when the mission was completed.

Of course, Annan would never admit it.

Even a gear or a nail has its purpose!

Why would an empire choose useless allies? You must trust the empire's wisdom!

Summon Rus, Annan and the Third Prince left the banquet hall, which was filled with murmurs after the Minister of Military Affairs' announcement, and went deep into the palace gardens surrounding the mountain.

As they ventured deeper, the war messenger stopped, and in his place, a beautiful young woman draped in a veil took over leading the way.

As they passed a garden covered with white gravel and with a babbling brook, they gestured for the Annamese outsiders to take off their shoes and socks.

Annan was puzzled, but he did as instructed, taking off his boots and socks and following the maid barefoot into the ankle-deep stream.

He took a few extra glances at Ruth's feet. Succubi and succubi are very similar, with some minor differences: for example, succubi have larger wings and their demon horns point outwards, but the biggest difference is their feet: succubi have goat hooves, while succubi's feet are similar to humans, with arches, ankles, and five toes, only their index toes are longer.

Ruth was also observing Annan's feet. Unlike other men's feet, which were rough and calloused, Annan's feet were like a piece of mutton fat, white and delicate, yet not as soft as a young girl's feet.

Wading through the clean stream and stepping onto the dry white gravel, Annam entered the true heart of the palace gardens surrounding the mountains.

The air seemed to change the moment his bare feet touched the cobblestones of the path.

The clouds that had enveloped the summit of Montreal seemed to dissipate, and Annan suddenly stepped into what seemed like a lost era sung in an ancient ballad—a huge ring of gray marble seemed to lose its weight, silently floating in the air, eternally anchored between the sea of ​​clouds and the mountain winds, along with the surrounding columns and arches.

There are no magnificent palaces, no deliberately constructed grandeur; everything in the garden exudes holiness and tranquility, even the winding streams convey the rhythm of nature.

It's hard to imagine that the holy land of the "savages" would be such a scene, where even the air smells sweet like nectar.

Having been there before, Annan quickly regained his composure and walked ahead calmly, glaring at Russ, who was taking unsteady deep breaths.

He and the third prince were separated and placed in the area for receiving guests. After bringing the person over, the maidservant gracefully departed.

It's called a guest room, but it's actually a small palace. The open space in front of the entrance, big enough for a person to run 100 meters back and forth, barely serves as a porch. The washroom is similar to a bathtub, and the bedroom is as spacious and empty as an opera house stage.

With the "natural breath" from the outside world blocked, the palace was completely silent.

Two silky, grayish-brown robes were also placed on the bed.

Annan had seen this kind of clothing in the family's ancient paintings collected by his eldest sister, and a few people had also worn it at the banquet just now—it was the clothing of human nobles during the Wilhelm era.

Anan stood in the bedroom and looked around. It was empty, and the only sounds he could hear were his own breathing and heartbeat. It was hard to feel safe resting in such an environment.

No wonder the emperor had a peculiar habit of role-playing. Living in the garden for a few days was bearable, but living there long-term, even with scenery outside that could rival the Elven Royal Court, would be unbearable.

Compared to the "guest rooms," the natural beauty of the exterior makes one want to rest even more.

Annan stepped out of the bedroom and back to the porch. The rustling of leaves in the breeze and the faint sound of flowing water in the distance brought a profound tranquility.

Let Russ play by himself and not leave the palace. Annan came out and circled the palace, his eyes fixed on the guards not far away. The imposing guards stood like statues in front of the path, and behind them, Annan shuffled closer like a crab.

"Hush, Your Majesty..."

Annan emerged from behind the guards, greeting them. The guards remained motionless, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

It seems this isn't it.

Just in case, Annan bent down, broke off a blade of grass, smeared the juice on the back of the guard's armor as a mark, and returned to the palace.

The palace gardens surrounding the mountain were beautiful but empty, and Annan soon lost interest, pulling Russ into the bedroom to play cards.

As night fell, Annan left Russ, who had lost several gold coins and was kneeling on the ground constantly muttering "why," and went to the porch.

The night sky over the palace gardens surrounding the mountains is even more beautiful than in the far north.

Beyond the towering marble pillars, a magnificent nebula stretches across the north and south—but it is not the Milky Way, but an unfamiliar nebula.

His thoughts gradually diverged, rising higher and higher, until they reached the level of the stars.

So, did I, after passing through that door, arrive in another universe, or in a galaxy with completely different fundamental laws?

Wow – Wow –

The clanging of armor pulled Annan back to reality. He saw a guard approaching and taking over from the guard who had been standing not far away for a hundred days.

He went over to say hello, but this wasn't the emperor either.

That emperor couldn't possibly have a penchant for spying on others while they sleep... Annan thought of blasphemous things and returned to the palace to rest.

That's right, rest, not meditation.

He eagerly anticipated that the Demon Lord would dare to come looking for him.

Seeing Annan lower the gauze curtains around the bed, Ruth sensibly hugged his cards and retreated to the door, leaning against a pillar, continuing to ponder how he had lost so much money.

As Anan slept, he dreamt that he was sitting on a meadow that resembled both an elven royal court and a garden palace surrounded by mountains. Suddenly, a goat came from afar, looked at Anan, and then licked his feet.

"What are you doing?" Annan asked it groggily.

"Sheep lick salty things to get salt, and your skin has a salty taste when you sweat, so sheep lick it," the goat said.

"Oh……"

Then Annan woke up halfway, still half asleep, and saw Ruth crouching there, holding his feet, explaining:
"What's wrong with me licking your feet? They're just sitting there doing nothing anyway. What's it to you if I lick them? Besides, who told you to stick your feet out? I've never even seen a human foot before. What's wrong with me studying them? This place is so big, and there are only your feet here. If I don't lick you, who else should I lick? You're such a weirdo!"

"Sorry...do you still want to lick it?" Anan, still half asleep, asked blankly.

"No!"

Ruth, looking like her interest had been interrupted, angrily walked away.

(End of this chapter)