Collecting Rent in Another World: The Elf Lady is So Cunning!

The carriage bumped along the path leading to the school, and the wheels made a rhythmic creaking sound as they rolled over the uneven road.

The coachman sat in the front, driving the carriage attentively, occasionally adjusting the reins to ensure that the horses pulled the vehicle smoothly. Then, the coachman gently knocked on the door frame of the carriage and said respectfully: "Miss, we have arrived at the Aretes Royal Noble School."

Droste also opened his eyes at the right moment. After getting familiar with the light, he stretched out his hand and got off the carriage with Bernadette.

The morning sun shines through the sparse clouds and falls on the busy campus. The air is filled with a special excitement and anticipation. Today is the dance and campus festival, this annual grand festival, which decorates the entire campus with extraordinary liveliness.

Stalls were lined up one after another, each crowded with busy students. The air was filled with the aroma of various foods, from the smoky smell of grilled meat to the sweet scent of desserts, all stimulating people's taste buds.

Not far away, colorful lights flickered on the stage and music gradually sounded. A group of students in performance costumes were rehearsing intensively. Every movement and expression of theirs was carefully designed, just to present the most perfect performance on the stage.

In every corner of the campus, the student union was busy, some students were setting up the scene, some were distributing flyers, and some were responsible for maintaining order on the scene.

Irene wore an armband and directed everyone in a domineering manner, occasionally urging them to do so.

As the sun gradually rose higher, the atmosphere of the campus festival became more intense. In this busy and vibrant campus, everyone was contributing their own efforts to this grand festival.

Except for Droste, of course.

Although everyone came to school in the morning, most people were busy cleaning up their classrooms or had their own things to do. Only Droste was free. He looked around and strolled around. He walked through one classroom after another, nodding from time to time.

If Droste was wearing a middle-aged executive jacket at this time, with his hands behind his back, holding a thermos cup filled with wolfberries, those students would probably bow to him and think:
"Who is this leader? Never mind, just bow. I'm a polite little cutie."

Drost was enjoying a pleasant stroll on the campus. Suddenly, his eyes drifted and he saw a familiar figure.

It's Teacher Fremea.

Teacher Fremea, holding two books in her hands, said a few words to a few students, and then walked forward. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the familiar Droste, who was looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Teacher Fremea, good afternoon. It seems that you have recovered a lot and your temperament is very good." Droste trotted forward a few steps, smiled and said.

"Thank you for your concern, Drost-san. But why is Drost-san wandering around during the school festival? Doesn't he have his own things to do?"

Teacher Fremea tried to maintain a cool demeanor, glanced around, and said to Droste.

"The Student Union doesn't need me for the time being, so I'll just hang out here for a while. I wonder... if I can go sit in Teacher Fremea's office for a while?" Droste smiled slightly and moved aside, motioning for Teacher Fremea to lead the way. Although it was just a question, his intention was already very obvious.

He just wanted to go to the office and be lazy.

"The teacher won't be unwelcome, right? After all, I am..."

Droste shook his finger. Although the teeth marks on it had disappeared, Teacher Fremea still knew what Droste meant.

"Well... welcome..." Teacher Freya bit her lips, frowned and thought for a moment, then glared at him and nodded.

"Then go ahead, but you'd better behave yourself. This is an office with a lot of people coming and going. It's not a quiet place like a ward."

As soon as she said this, Teacher Fremea felt a little embarrassed. What on earth was she talking about? She was still talking about the past... It was really embarrassing. However, she did not refuse Droste's request.

But there was no other way. Droste carried the blood that she depended on for survival. If she refused such a small matter, it might make him unhappy. He couldn't do anything in an office with so many people coming and going!

Um! right!
Besides, this was Droste's first embrace, so there shouldn't be any big problem for the two of them to get closer.

Although his smile is really hateful!
Teacher Fremea complained silently, holding the two books in her hands, and hurriedly walked forward. The slightly red ears were seen by Droste.

Droste smiled, put his hands behind his head, and followed lazily and casually.

Following behind Teacher Fremea, Droste's gaze involuntarily fell on her.

If you ignore Teacher Fremea's barren chest, she is still very attractive from the back.

The black suit sets off teacher Fremeia's cold white skin very clearly. Under the hip-hugging suit skirt are plump and round buttocks, and below are teacher Fremeia's tight and slender legs.

And those slender calves, wearing a pair of pure black thin and transparent stockings, which are very, very thin, making the legs look very bony, and the visual effect is first-class.

Sexy and cool.

Teacher Fremeia was wearing a pair of black high heels, which made a "thump thump thump" sound when she stepped on the floor, which made people imagine what it would feel like to be stepped on by these high heels?
Her slender and beautiful figure and cool and beautiful face attracted countless attentions of passers-by.

"Look, it's teacher Fremea. She's so beautiful."

"Oh my God, keep your voice down. Don't let him hear you."

"Ohhh... Hey, is that guy over there the student union assistant? What's his name, Russian Special?"

"No, no! His name is Droste, but he is the president's right-hand man. He is very capable."

"Very capable?"

“Very capable!”

"Shh, he's looking over here!!"

The two girls quickly turned their eyes away, lowered their heads to what they were doing, and pretended to be very busy.

Droste also twitched his lips and continued walking forward.

She even started to make up stories about herself. She was obviously a young, energetic and ambitious person with ideals. How could she possibly become the capable person who could do the work of a secretary when there was work to do and act as a secretary when there was nothing to do?

I really think too little of myself. (End of this chapter)