"Hahahaha, I knew you'd say that. Your thoughts and motives have always been so simple and direct, and you hardly ever bother to hide them."
Corellon could not help letting out a hearty laugh.
That was also one of the things he liked most about Raymond.
As long as someone was willing to give, they would surely receive enormous returns from him in the future.
Take the Elves of Faerun, for example. Ever since the Kingdom of Cormanthor was restored and joined the Trade Alliance, they had successfully reintegrated into the world order and gained a corresponding voice.
They no longer had to worry about beautiful and handsome Elves becoming targets for slave traders, or suddenly being attacked by Monsters, Orcs, and racist humans. Their population growth rate had increased dramatically, even surpassing historical peaks.
Of course, many potions and erotic products had also contributed to this.
In particular, large quantities of stockings, underwear, perfumes that stimulated instinct and desire, and magical drugs that increased bodily sensitivity had greatly increased the mating frequency of Elves, who had once been somewhat frigid. It had nearly reached several times, or even more than ten times, the normal level.
It had even inspired a great deal of artistic creativity in this area, producing masterpiece after masterpiece that astonished the world.
In the past, Elven paintings, sculptures, and handicrafts had mainly pursued beauty through color, linework, and harmony with nature.
But now they had begun pursuing realism. Their depictions of the body, in particular, had become more muscular and layered, somewhat resembling the style of Ancient Greek sculpture while incorporating the Elves' distinctive refinement and delicacy.
This undoubtedly delighted the Elven Gods who were passionate about art.
Although some older, more conservative elders believed this was a sign of corruption and ought to be