"Rest easy, my master!" Inside the tent, Ais Te smiled seductively and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. In that instant, her allure was enough to make those celebrated ladies of Western Continent society die of shame.
The Deep Blue Heart, shimmering with a faint silver-blue glow, gradually vanished. Ais Te swiftly changed her expression, returning to that icy, snow-pure, indifferent demeanor. She elegantly stepped into the bathhouse behind the tent. Water soon began to splash, and before long, Ailis's cool voice carried from the bathhouse to the outside of the tent.
"I want a basket of fresh grapes—Bordeaux seedless purple crystal grapes, and nothing else. Also, a bottle of Asur snow pear wine, and a few freshly baked pastries. Oh, Amy likes fresh figs. If there are fresh green-hearted, golden-skinned figs from Elf Forest, still beaded with dew, that would be best."
Several female priests of the Temple of Punishment waiting outside the tent looked at one another, unable to utter a word. They gently shook their heads, then swiftly relayed Ais Te's demands to the several holy hall elders stationed in the main camp.
The Temple of Punishment possessed formidable resources. Although Ais Te's demands were rather exacting, it was not long before everything she wanted was delivered through a magic array, including a basket of fresh green-hearted, golden-skinned figs from Elf Forest that still bore dew. To satisfy Ais Te's request, the Temple of Punishment expended magical materials worth more than a million gold coins just to send over this basket of figs, whose market price was no more than fifteen Silver Coins, from Elf Continent.
Donkey had already slipped out of the tent furtively. Like a rat stealing oil to eat, he twitched his nose fiercely and raced toward the distant mountains. The