She Would Be Better Off If She Were Mute?

I initially thought she was some ignorant, Chaos wretch, but she turned out to be a lovely lady from the Aeldari.

Now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, Alvin signaled to Elsa that there was no need to notify the Kill Team.

That was close; we almost lost everything.

Alvin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the Aeldari girl with a hint of resentment.

Instead of using the main entrance, he insisted on popping out like a ghost. If this Aeldari Battle Witch of Samhan had been even half a step slower, his preheated Plasma Gun would have blasted him right in the face!

That's definitely the style of the Eldar, all about being elusive and unpredictable!

No wonder the Imperium mistook them for the Dark Eldar. If Alvin hadn't known the plot beforehand, he wouldn't have been able to distinguish between the two.

Although on the surface, Aeldari and humans seem very similar, there are actually substantial differences between them. Aeldari are born with highly developed senses and have a more slender physique.

It's no wonder that many netizens jokingly call him a "bean sprout." This Samhan Ark Eldar Battle Witch from Samhan Ark is about two meters tall, with extremely well-proportioned limbs, and is not overly thin. But don't think that just because he looks like a "bean sprout," he's easy to bully.

The Aeldari's muscle structure, strength, toughness, and elasticity give them powerful high-speed mobility; at times, even Space Marine are inferior to some Aeldari.

Of course, the Aeldari have another advantage, which is perhaps what 3K netizens like the most.

The Aeldari don't defecate; they only excrete odorless crystals from their bodies.

From this point of view alone, it can be said to perfectly match the peculiar preferences of contemporary netizens (except for the group from a certain island nation).

Alvin was well aware of this.

The path of the Aeldari is the code of conduct that the Ark Eldar must strictly adhere to in their daily lives.

The seemingly rigid ancient dogma is a shackle that binds the body and mind of every Aeldari, restraining the inherent flaws in the Aeldari's genes, and preventing the Aeldari from falling back into the vortex of the past under strong sensory stimulation, ultimately resulting in the tragedy of their souls being devoured by Slaanesh!

The path believed by the Aeldari involves every aspect of their lives, from daily production to leadership and combat on the battlefield.

Characters such as warriors, sorcerers (prophet), exiles, awakening, dreams, artisans, servants, plants, leaders, etc., encompass almost all levels.

Incidentally, the Battle Witch is one of the most warlike Aeldari.

They often begin with the Path of the Warrior, and after reaching the pinnacle of their skills, they transition to the Path of Sorcery, so their fighting style is generally very fierce.

To put it simply, the Battle Witch can kill you with a single sword strike, or they can slam you into a wall with Psychic Power, making you impossible to remove.

"Are all humans this rude?"

Hilda waited for a long time, but the other person was still in a daze, her brows slightly furrowed, and her tone contained a hint of dissatisfaction.

Having finally bypassed the Imperium of Man's heavy surveillance and infiltrated the target mansion, they encountered a guy dressed in "women's clothing" who was ready to shoot at any moment.

For a fleeting moment, Hilda suddenly wondered if her father's eyesight was failing and his prophecy had gone wrong.

Hilda immediately fell into deep thought, seriously considering the possibility of doing so.

But she quickly abandoned this tempting idea; although her father was a prophet, his Psychic Power beat people, and it really hurt!

"I apologize for my rudeness, Battle Witch."

Alvin's apology pulled Hilda back to reality from her fantasy.

Because of the height difference, she could only lower her head to examine the young human in front of her, and then said seriously, "You can call me by my clan, or you can just call me Hilda. I don't like people calling me Battle Witch, because I am Aeldari."

Alvin wiped his sweat and nodded, "Okay, Hilda."

From the other person's serious, even slightly threatening gaze, he suddenly understood the meaning: If you call me that wrong again, I'll crack your skull open!

Whether it was a misperception or not, Alvin suddenly had a gut feeling that this Aeldari lady wasn't as wonderful as he had imagined.

But then, a soul-searching question from the Aeldari woman silenced Alvin.

Why are you wearing women's armor?

Hilda's gaze held a scrutinizing, strange quality, like an invisible, sharp dagger piercing his heart.

"No, you've misunderstood! I absolutely don't have any special fetishes!" Alvin, sweating profusely, wiped his forehead and, to avoid being mistaken for a "pervert," reluctantly explained, "First of all, I wear this armor entirely because of its high defensive capabilities, and secondly, because I'm afraid of being assassinated. Do you understand now?"

"Okay, I understand."

Hilda nodded and said earnestly, "You're afraid of death, but that's okay, I'll protect you."

It's not like they really won't give you any face at all, is it?

Although it was indeed true, being so blatantly exposed in front of his secretary still made him feel somewhat ashamed.

"This armor isn't the right size for you." However, Hilda was completely unaware of how sharp her words were, continuing to critique Alvin's attire, "While the materials and workmanship are good, it's a bit bulky. In real danger, it could easily become a burden."

Alvin's eye twitched violently. Was this Aeldari Battle Witch's mouth a little too venomous?

Elsa, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Alvin, unusually rendered speechless by a retort.

This scene is absolutely hilarious!

Alvin turned and glared at Elsa, thinking he'd deal with her later, then coughed lightly, "I'm so sorry, Miss Hilda, you've arrived so late, we haven't prepared any welcoming ceremony for you. Why don't you rest for a while, and we'll prepare something for you tomorrow?"

Anyone with a normal thought process would easily understand the meaning of this sentence, but unfortunately, Hilda is not.

She blinked and asked curiously, "Why not now? Aren't you a nobleman? Besides, I'm actually a little hungry. Thank you for reminding me."

Alvin could swear that he had never been speechless more times in his entire life, past and present.

"Very well, I'll prepare a feast for you right away, Miss Hilda." He completely gave up struggling and helplessly instructed Elsa to wake up everyone in the kitchen and prepare a feast for this Aeldari.

Before long, a sumptuous dinner was served, Hilda, without any hesitation, plopped down at the table.

Then, disregarding all decorum, she stuffed the entire scalding hot stew into her mouth, glancing at the dumbfounded Alvin as she ate. "Are you hungry too? Although human food doesn't taste very good, I don't mind sharing with you. You can sit down and eat; you don't need to look at me."

"No, no need, you can eat slowly."

Alvin stared blankly at the sky, wondering if he had somehow offended Samhan.

Hilda devoured the entire table of food with incredible speed, leading Alvin to wonder if she hadn't eaten in Samhan.

Hilda elegantly wiped her mouth, then looked at him quite seriously, her gaze finally settling on the Armor of Vows: "If you really like women's armor, I can go back to the Ark World and steal a better one for you."

No way, this guy is way too difficult to get along with!

Alvin covered his face, seriously considering whether to ask Samhan to replace him with someone else.

It's quite rare to see Aeldari with such a sharp tongue, capable of cutting to the bone at the slightest provocation. He even suspected that Hilda had taken the "Provocateur" potion!

I'd only ever heard of "straight men" before, but I never imagined I'd meet a "Auramite straight woman" this time!

"No need, thank you for your kindness." Alvin covered his face, on the verge of tears. If he really stole a set, where would he put his face!

Do you think I'm difficult to get along with?

Just then, Hilda asked a profound question.

After hesitating for three seconds, Alvin gave an answer he would regret for the rest of his life, "No, no, I think you're quite sincere, hahahahaha."

"That's good. You're the first person to say that about me."

Hilda nodded in satisfaction, looking at Alvin's pained face, and said, "I was thinking, if you really find me difficult to get along with, I can offer to find someone else for you. But since you seem fine, I hope we can get along well in the future, Alvin."

Damn it, is there any way to undo this?!

Alvin's eyelids twitched, and he felt like slapping himself.

Why are you being so foul-mouthed? You insisted on being shameless and stubborn, and now you're completely unable to shake them off!

But still not quite giving up, Alvin cautiously asked, "Um, I was just asking, I didn't mean anything by it. If—and I mean if—I regret it..."

Click!

The pure gold cup was crushed flat, leaving five clear fingerprints on it.

Hilda's azure eyes seemed to be brewing a chilling coldness. "What I hate most is being lied to. If you lie to me, for the sake of our cooperation, I won't kill you, but I will definitely beat you until you can't take care of yourself. Do you have any more questions?"

No, that's all.

Alvin's eyes instantly became clear and pure, like those of a newborn baby.

Then, under Hilda's gaze, he raised his glass, his face beaming with a "sincere" smile, "Excellent! I hate being lied to the most, and I love being with honest people. Come, let's drink to our honesty, to Valshius, to the Samhan Aeldari!"

He, Alvin, hates Aeldari girls!

I'm sorry, Thirteenth Lord, anyone who wants to go to the Second Empire can go; he can't get in at all!

Looking back now, Alvin misses Winnie a little. Although she was difficult to get along with when they first met, at least it wasn't this heartbreaking!

The most despairing thing in the world is to extinguish hope with your own hands. He truly wished he could travel back in time and slap himself twice!

They just have to be stubborn! They just have to save face!

That's great, all hope of returning the item has been completely dashed!

Wait a minute, could it be that Samhan already knew this, and so he took this opportunity to casually dump Hilda on him?

Alvin's speculation was irresponsible and filled with "malicious" intent.

Is the Samhan Ark Eldar right now celebrating the departure of the sorceress Hilda?