Ivan gently shook free of their hands, but these elf Maidens seemed unable to understand what he was saying, clinging to him relentlessly. The tremendous crash startled the men and women in the midst of their dalliance. Those handsome elf men sprang up with cries of alarm and glared angrily at Ivan, only to be silenced by a single look from the gray-haired knight. She muttered to herself. As Ivan walked down the street, several elf Maidens immediately gathered around him. They turned a blind eye to the blood on his face and weapons, caressed his cheeks, and gave him seductive smiles as they tugged at his arms, trying to drag him into one of the shops nearby. Only after looking closely did Ivan realize that there was no reason left in their eyes. This soliciting behavior was likely their bodies acting according to their former ways of life and habits after they had lost their minds before the apocalypse. "Get down here. I have questions for you." Besides them, the elf boys and girls soliciting customers around them also turned their heads and stared at him with eerie eyes, like carnivores fixating on a slab of fresh meat. Fortunately, the widespread spatial collapse caused by the temporal-spatial dislocation allowed the boatman to take him directly by river to the vicinity of the elves' royal capital. Otherwise, if Ivan had had to journey from the border, he truly would not have known where to find the Elf God. He pushed open the door and saw that upon the Elf God's throne sat his former little sister, her clothes disheveled, surrounded by a group of handsome elf men with whom she was flirting and kissing. The sight was utterly indecent. "The elves I know don't have such terrifying transformations." This capital
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