The library is a wonderful place. It’s a place that documents the wisdom of human sages.

The former Baron Minhaosen was a braggart. He always appeared in entertainment venues of major cities wearing masks and won applause with his witty yet exaggerated stories.

To become the braggart king, a rich reserve of knowledge is indispensable. Mr. Baron's ancestors were wealthy before the transfer to Minhaosen, owning a collection of books comparable to a ducal library.

After acquiring new lands, the former baron hurriedly left, leaving behind the library and almost all the books. He despised those books ever since.

He embraced wealth, and abandoned knowledge.

Looking at the library's rich collection, Roland reflected to himself that bragging is a skill that requires profound knowledge and cannot be done on a whim.

The former Baron Minhaosen was well educated.

Roland found books about the elves and began reading with great interest.

Elves were once the rulers of the world. They created a flourishing civilization.

During the Tree Era, the magical civilization of the Tiamat world was quite prosperous, with the magically adept elves naturally ruling the world.

During the subsequent Chaos Era, climatic upheavals occurred, with plains and deserts replacing forests as the main landscapes, and the difficulty of controlling magic also suddenly increased, leading to the gradual loss of the elves' dominant position, replaced by humans and barbarians.

By the end of the Chaos Era, magic became a high-level skill that only a few upper-class elites could master. The power of magic remained strong, but the magical civilization began to wither.

The Chaos Era ended, and the Oblivion Era began, with the elves' status slightly improved, but they were no longer as prominent as before.

They retreated into the Green Sea, guarding the last World Tree, isolated from the world, with very little interaction with the outside.

The elves are a rigid race, with no difference from two eras ago.

Their glorious history and long lifespan make them detest any change.

After briefly understanding the history of the elves, Roland found descriptions of titles such as Windtalker.

Elves are a general term used by humans for the elf race, but internally they do not use this term, dividing themselves by tribe and belief.

An elf girl's name is divided into three parts: Melannis is her name, Daphne is her tribal name, and Windtalker is a special title, only possessed by most powerful elves.

Windtalker represents swift action and the ability to cast continuous instant spells.

Once freed from her shackles, she could instantly cast a dozen spells on Roland.

Such a powerful and noble elf girl is captured and longs for nothing but death...there must be something wrong. Grandet did not lie.

Faced with a deep and profound behind-the-scenes manipulator, Roland smiled slightly.

He does not mind battling with the manipulator behind who manipulated Melannis's fate.

She is the first girl to make his soul tremble, and what he wants is not half a year, but a lifetime.

Leaving the library, Roland returned to the living room, and Melannis was brought over. Julie looked at Roland with a strange look in her eyes, but she did not speak, just silently turned and left.

After bathing and changing clothes, Melannis's beauty was enhanced by a misty allure, making Roland's heart skip a beat.

Her skin was moist and radiant after the bath, though somewhat haggard, her eyes were not as empty as before.

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"Take a look at this contract first, it can still be amended if there are any dissatisfactions."

Roland gestured for Melannis to sit opposite him, gently pushing the contract towards her.

Melannis bowed slightly, took the contract, and read it carefully.

After a while, she slowly looked up, with an astonished and bewildered look.

She asked softly, "Am I not beautiful?"

"You are, undoubtedly, the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen." Roland said frankly.

"Then you..."

She wanted to ask why Roland had clearly written in the contract, "Unless Miss Melannis agrees, she will not be forcibly required to serve in bed."

She couldn't understand.

Don’t humans desire the most elf slaves’ beautiful bodies?

Roland understood her confusion, but he did not want to explain.

Facing Roland's deep and calm gaze, Melannis's heart was momentarily disordered, then it turned to ash again.

She just wanted to leave this world without any attachments.

Picking up the feather pen, she quickly added a few lines and crossed out the clause, "Unless Miss Melannis agrees, she will not be forcibly required to serve in bed."

Her unique beauty and nobility, even among the elf race, were outstanding, and she understood her own worth well.

In the hunting operation for her, fifteen evil slavers died, including three quasi-fourth-order mercenaries.

Her selling price could not be less than 300,000 gold coins, otherwise, it would be an insult to her.

Paying a high price but respecting her, Roland indeed has the demeanor of a noble.

Yet, she thought, Roland's demeanor was just a means to conquer her.

Once he doesn't get the desired result, human nobles would immediately tear off their warm and hypocritical masks.

Roland gave her dignity, and she offered him pleasure. It’s a fair trade.

Could this arrogant human noble expect her, a princess, to fall in love with him? Now she’s nothing but a slave...why bother.

Melannis handed back the modified contract, calmly stating, "It's corrected."

Roland saw the clauses Melannis added.

"Do not inquire about elves."

"Do not inquire about Melannis's origins."

The crossed-out clause was a protection for her chastity.

She would rather offer herself than let him delve into the roots.

Roland almost couldn't help smiling.

She did not know how much information the simple modifications had revealed.

He was certain that Melannis was an elf noble, and her desire for death likely stemmed from a crushing blow to her beliefs.

Such as the betrayal by a loved one, or facing an unchangeable, despairing fate.

Roland solemnly signed his name on the contract and bit his fingertip to drop blood on his name.

A barely discernible glow flickered, and the contract was established.

He walked up to Melannis and smiled, "Close your eyes."

Melannis sighed in her heart, thinking the inevitable had finally come.

The virginity of an elf princess was the reward for his kindness.

She owed him nothing now.

"Click!"

A crisp sound rang out, and as Melannis was somewhat at a loss, the restraints on her wrists disappeared.

She opened her eyes in surprise, the shackles were unlocked.

Roland casually tossed the shackles aside and leaned closer.

Just as the girl's heart was about to leap out of her throat, he pinched the girl's ear.

With a gentle kiss at the tip of the ear, Roland felt Melannis's body tremble violently.

The ears of an elf, a wonderful sensation.

Roland left Melannis, with her cheeks flushed, and strode towards the door.

"The contract is established, welcome to Baron Minhaosen's domain!"

Roland's departure was stylish, but only he knew how wildly his heart was beating.

What does the taste of an elf girl's ear tip feel like?

Well, it is the ultimate delicacy.

It's like a dandelion brushing against the cheek, a breeze stirring the heartstrings, electricity skimming over the nerves. His brain went blank; he felt as if walking above the clouds.

Roland was intoxicated, while Melannis nearly fainted.

Her body was as soft as mud, leaning against the back of the chair, breathing slightly, her heart fluttering so hard.

Why did he kiss her ear tip?

This is the marriage proposal ritual of the most pure-blooded elf royalty!

According to tradition, not pushing Roland away after being touched signifies acceptance of the proposal.

What is Roland doing?

And why didn't she refuse?

Melannis sat there stunned, completely bewildered.

A long time had passed. She finally snapped out of her daze.

This doesn't count!

Her heart was screaming.

This is the marriage proposal ritual of the elf royalty, and Roland is not an elf, so of course, it doesn't count!

There was no exchange of music, no sharing of food, no dancing together, just jumping straight to a proposal. This is clearly a shameless sneak attack, absolutely not valid.

Melannis's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and her emotions also stabilized.

It's okay, it's not a proposal. She doesn't have to spend her life with Roland.

Melannis picked up the shackles thrown on the ground, a flash of sorrow passing by.

If it were just a human slaver team, it wouldn't have been so easy to capture her.

Thinking back to the terrible events of that day, her mended heart broke again. If my death can give you peace, I will fulfill your wish.

Roland, thank you. In the last half of my life, you can fully enjoy the tenderness of an elf princess.

Putting away the shackles and picking up the contract on the table, she read it word by word.

The text is in the common language of the continent, the font is the standard noble script, very neat.

Such beautiful handwriting is rare even among the upper-class elves.

Girls' dresses seldom have pockets. Melannis looked down and found a place to keep the contract.

Her nimble fingers folded the contract paper into a delicate shape, slid it through the gap at her chest, and placed it close to her body.

It's very close to her heart.

Close enough to hear her heartbeat.

Firm and brisk.