Edna looked keenly at Old School Striking King, and she could tell just from how dark the other's face was that Old Dog was spouting nonsense again, though it wasn't that serious—it was probably just at the level of a madam.
This was all business as usual.
If not for the presence of a certain female by her side, Sanda King wouldn't have cared at all about those pink jokes Xue Old Dog naturally blurted out.
After all, Cunlü's small talk was even more abundant, and the content was so rich that even Elvia, who had lived for so many years, was left in awe.
It was just that everyone avoided her.
Yet sometimes when they failed to dodge in time, Edna could still catch a little... Generally speaking, if she discovered him nearby, she could rely on Sanda King's expression to judge just how far those remarks had gone.
For instance, today's banter fell into the realm of normal communication, but in the world of the Undead, minors still shouldn't listen to such things.
Edna reined in the urge to sigh... When she was eight years old and passed by the House of Pleasures and Healing belonging to Madam Tarsëlu in Waterdeep, Shalor even explained to her what that seemingly delicate, pretty, and romantic little building was used for.
An eight-year-old in Toril could already consider their future, especially noble females, and many people were even betrothed by this time... assuming they didn't display enough talent to make the family acknowledge them.
Those who began mage education very early like Edna were also taught many little secrets among the nobility, such as the various implications of fans, starting almost at the age of four or five.
One didn't have to practice them, but one had to know them... unless