Aimoer swallowed as she looked at the box.
After taking a few deep breaths and mentally preparing herself, she was about to open it when suddenly a hand reached out from behind her, grabbed the sticky note, and tore it off.
“Ah, you don’t need to worry about that note. It’s just normal stuff inside.”
‘Is it really just normal stuff?’
A feeling of disappointment inexplicably rose in Aimoer’s heart.
She opened the box.
Inside was a small square board that looked just like a phone from her previous life.
“What is this?”
Aimoer was lying on the soft bed, wearing only black lace underwear.
She turned her head and asked curiously.
“A magic communication board. Those iron clods up north just invented this good stuff. It’s still in the testing phase. As the Demon King’s guard, you should have one.”
Qihuo pressed close to Aimoer’s neck, then stuffed a manga into Aimoer’s hands.
Her arms wrapped tightly around Aimoer’s stomach, occasionally rubbing up against the southern hemisphere, wearing a look of pure enjoyment.
Aimoer turned the demon board over in her hands and gently pressed a button on the side.
The board lit up instantly, displaying various program buttons.
“T-This is so advanced?”
Aimoer hadn’t expected the technology in this world to have developed to this level.
She randomly tapped a program to check it out, but only saw a line of red text appear.
[Function not yet available. Please look forward to it OVO]
‘Eh, is it just a decoration?’
Aimoer swiped off the screen in confusion, looking at the colorful icons on the demon board.
A thought suddenly struck her.
‘These icons… they aren’t all ‘please look forward to it,’ are they?’
“Ah, for now only this one works. The rest are just for show.”
Seeing Aimoer’s puzzled expression, Qihuo reached out and tapped the white block in the center of the screen.
Immediately, an interface popped up.
This time it wasn’t ‘please look forward to it’ but a registration interface common in her previous life.
Aimoer followed the instructions and registered an account.
Then, Qihuo pulled another demon board from under the pillow and bumped it against the one in Aimoer’s hand.
Soon, a group chat interface appeared on Aimoer’s demon board.
“This is the dedicated chat channel for the current testers. Most of the members are Transcendent Races or high-combat personnel like Miss Mistiko. For the sake of your future plans, you should take the time to chat with them and try to build good relationships.”
So-called Transcendent Races are a group of old beings that have appeared since the creation of the world and survived to this day.
These old beings usually represent the highest authority, combat power, and glory of a race.
They usually live in seclusion somewhere within their race’s territory, and under normal circumstances, it’s hard to get a chance to meet them.
Currently, there are only eighty-eight members of the Transcendent Races still alive in the world.
And now, this small light board in Aimoer’s hand recorded the contact information of sixty-six Transcendent Races.
This was undoubtedly a priceless treasure.
Aimoer’s eyes lit up.
Just as she was about to take a good look at this treasure, her stomach was suddenly pinched gently, causing her body to tremble as if shocked.
She turned her head with a resentful expression.
“W-What’s wrong?”
“Nothing much. I just wanted to ask you the purpose of your visit to Torren Lance.”
“To… to pass through? I want to go to the angels’ place, so I might need to pass through Torren Lance.”
Aimoer carefully observed Qihuo’s reaction.
After all, her tail was still firmly clamped between Qihuo’s legs.
If she made her angry, would she tie her up and do some unspeakable things?
‘For some reason, I’m even a little anticipatory?’
‘Mm-mm, how can I think about such things?’
Aimoer violently shook her head in her mind, then heard Qihuo’s lazy voice sound by her ear.
“So you plan to pass through Puer Pass? That is the holy land of our Elf race. What reason do you think you have to convince us to let you through?”
Aimoer was at a loss for words for a moment.
Indeed, before coming to the Kingdom of Elven Torlenlans, this question had troubled her for a long time.
She couldn’t come up with a particularly good method.
Qihuo looked at Aimoer’s troubled expression, let out a soft laugh, spread her legs to release Aimoer’s tail, then grabbed it and played with it in her hand.
She leaned close to her ear and whispered.
“I absolutely won’t allow such a thing to happen. Unless you stay and become my exclusive personal maid, then maybe I might consider it? A succubus’s body is a very tempting bargaining chip for me.”
“T-That won’t do. I am the Human race’s saintess…”
“A saintess? How about looking at yourself in the mirror? Do you look anything like a saintess?”
Aimoer’s face flushed bright red.
Her tail gently wagged in Qihuo’s hand.
In both her lives, this was the first time she had been pushed onto the bed by a beautiful girl like this.
In the past, she was the one teasing others.
How did the balance of attack and defense reverse when it came to Qihuo?
“Alright, saying all that is useless. I’ve been away from elven politics for a long time. Even if you could convince me, it wouldn’t help. If you have the ability to win over Ling, maybe you’ll have a chance to get passage through the holy land.”
Qihuo turned a page of the manga in her hand, then, without waiting for Aimoer’s reply, stuffed the book into her hands.
“I’m a bit tired. You help me turn the pages. When I pinch your stomach, you turn one.”
Qihuo yawned lazily, then gently pinched Aimoer’s stomach.
Aimoer looked with dissatisfaction at the hand resting on her stomach, let out a silent humph in her heart, then obediently turned a page of the manga.
‘By the way, was she giving me a hint just now?’
‘As long as I can win over that green-haired elf who looks easy to bully, I have a chance to get the passage rights?’
Aimoer pondered the feasibility of this strategy in her mind.
At least dealing with Qingling would be much easier than dealing with Qihuo.
Having lived this long, this was the first time she had been so humiliated, wearing this kind of clothes and acting as a body pillow, not even daring to have the courage to resist.
The more Aimoer thought about it, the more wronged she felt.
She resolved that she must find a chance to firmly pin this woman beneath her and watch her beg for mercy.
At that moment, Aimoer held the manga in her hands, not even daring to wag her tail, just waiting for the person behind her to give the order to turn the page.
But after waiting for a long time, she only heard a faint snoring sound.
Carefully turning her head, she found that Qihuo had fallen into a deep sleep.
“Fell asleep?”
Aimoer gently pried open her hand, put the manga back in its place, tidied up the room a little for Qihuo, and then walked to the mirror.
She looked at herself wearing sexy lace underwear.
Her beautiful figure was perfectly accentuated under the underwear, exuding a full aura of charm.
There was not a bit of a saintess about her.
“If the Pope saw this, I’m afraid she’d faint from anger on the spot.”
Aimoer quickly picked up her underwear and nun’s habit and changed.
She checked her appearance repeatedly in the mirror.
After confirming everything was fine, she carefully pushed the door and left.
‘No problem. The pathetic succubus Aimoer is already dead. Now appearing is the perfect Saintess Aimoer.’
Aimoer forcibly forgot the embarrassing scene just now and walked with a poised step down the mansion’s corridor, all the way to the garden.
‘As expected of Princess Garden. A manor of this level, even seeing it once is worth dying without regrets.’
Aimoer walked through the garden with curiosity and amazement.
As she passed a flowerbed, she saw Qingling from afar, reading a newspaper while enjoying afternoon tea.
‘Good chance!’
Aimoer’s eyes lit up.
She quietly circled behind Qingling, preparing to startle her, when her peripheral vision caught the most prominent big words on the newspaper headline.
[City of Purification Attacked, Human Genius Nun’s Fate Unknown?]