The next few days were chaotic. I was dragged by Gao Yanyan to meet her legendary father, fortunately the legend is just a legend, Kaohsiung Da is still very kind to me, maybe because he has seen that his only baby daughter has been eaten by me. I successfully passed the face-to-face review meeting and I was even labeled excellent. However, the marriage plan was postponed indefinitely. Gao Yanyan rarely didn't go crazy. When she told me in person that Han Xue was still alive, she had already made all the mental preparations. She wants to know what kind of status she has in my heart, and I also want to know if I love her more or Han Xue more.

Han Xue is now in a vegetative state, and some people in the Military Commission seem to be doing some experiments on her body, and those experiments are actually related to the super mastermind that Gao Yanyan and I mentioned some time ago. These are all that Gao Yanyan knows, and I can't figure it out. Why didn't my father tell me the truth? If he had told me that Han Xue was not dead, he would have avoided a rupture between us altogether. Doesn't he care about breaking with me? No, not at all. From what he has done over the years, I can tell that he cares about this, but why did he tell a lie at that time when a situation that could have been avoided with just one sentence? I suddenly felt the urge to call him directly to ask for clarification, but in the end I put up with it. This question has been disturbing my sleep for the past few days.

As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't played Divinity in days. I was depressed and desperate to find something to relax, so I put my helmet back on......

The dark elves are a subspecies of elves that have been separated from the white elves after a special evolution because of their conversion to the spider goddess. They live mainly in the underworld, and their entire values and morals are different from those of the surface world. Due to the dogma of the Spider Goddess, most of the dark elf cities were ruled by priestesses in matriarchal societies. In the city, the Dark Elves are usually ruled by a few noble families with a strict hierarchy of clans. A small group of top noble families would be organized into a ruling council, and the Speaker would be the highest-ranking priestess of the First family. Each family was likewise ruled by a priestess of the highest rank, and these women were called mothers.

A never-ending deadly rivalry continues between the different families. In the same way, the priestesses were tireless in fighting with each other in order to be able to attain higher positions. It is precisely because of this continuous and violent internal strife that the Dark Elves do not appear in large numbers outside of their own realm. Their mix of elegance and brutality has also attracted a lot of attention. Of course, this only applies to NPCs, and for players, these are just part of the game's background.

It wasn't until I arrived at the Dark Elf Capital that I truly felt the blood of the Dark Elves flowing in my body. The false order is only a façade, and I can deeply feel the chaos and evil of the dark elves. The Dark Elves are just like their city, beautiful, slender, with well-defined and unforgettable faces. In addition, one more must be added,**. Being a shemale has made me, a player who was originally a man, greatly benefit from this matriarchal society. Men are here, and women can step on it as long as they want to.

I smirked at Nepera, who was walking quietly behind me, and then took the poor flea in my arms again in front of her. Half of the Dark Elf bloodline allowed me to clearly see her little face writhing unnaturally in such a dim light. I desperately ravaged the fleas that landed in the palm of my hand, hoping that this autistic little girl would have a breakout so that we could see her bloody side and find a breakthrough in the treatment of autism. However, she eventually let me down. I didn't have the goal, and I felt bored, so I finally let the flea go and let him go back to Nepella's side.

In the past few days when I was frustrated by Gao Yanyan, a large number of players broke through the level 25 mark, and countless new classes were born after fusion. And Schilling, the bar-sweeping star, has also rushed to level 28, although the ranking is still below me, but it doesn't seem to take too long to catch up with me. It's not that I don't have confidence in myself, it's that I'm annoyed to find that since I came out of the White Elf's capital of Naro, no matter what monster I kill and do any task, my experience points have not increased at all. I talked to the NPCs I managed about this issue, but the answer disappointed me even more. The NPC says my data is all right and tells me to fix it myself. What kind of planes?

Hansen was too busy leading his brothers to the Dark Elf territory to accompany me, so he called Nepella, who was born from the Dark Elves, to come and familiarize me with the Dark Elf territory and everything else. Flea, believe me and I don't say that everyone knows why he is here.

Dark elves have almost all the same appearance as elves, but they have very dark skin, as if they can blend into the endless night. They have a more open view of sexuality than other races, and they deliberately seek to mimic the sensuality of the human world in their dress and actions. Is it because of the low yield of textiles, or because the glamorous female NPCs think that darkness obscures the view of most players? actually wore so little, almost all of them were just embarrassed to wrap the three key points. It wasn't until later that I realized that this is a place where women sit big, so they don't worry about men daring to invade them, and of course, the nature of the dark elves** is also one of them.

After all, Nepera grew up here, so she is very familiar with this place, but this child does not like to talk, and often has to ask several questions in a row to move her to answer a few words, and she belongs to the people who can't beat a fart with three sticks. So, I felt more and more that carrying her and fleas was a bit of a burden.

Betsy only told me in general terms that I might meet people in the territory of the dark elves who would be important to my future career development, but she didn't disclose the exact time and place, the number of characters, their appearances, and their characteristics. It gave me a sense of powerlessness to find a needle in a haystack. I have a hunch that only when I find the person I'm looking for, or the person who wants to find me, will my dilemma of killing monsters and not gaining experience be lifted. During this time, my entire energy was basically spent chatting with NPCs everywhere. At the end of the conversation, I already feel like my mouth is very fucking. Just as I was losing confidence and about to find a hotel to go offline, a lazy and sexy voice beckoned me.

"Stranger, can you please give me a drink?"

Hope always likes to appear after despair, I smiled to myself, turned around, and said happily, "It's a great honor! ”