Anjebel sauntered into Li Ziran's operating room. She now liked this room full of organs. More importantly, she liked seeing the owner of this operating room.
Quiet, capable, able to influence the world.
At that moment, Li Ziran stood before the window, holding a reply slip and staring blankly into space.
Anjebel did not need to read it to know its contents, because she had personally watched Aimier write it. This Primordial Elf had agreed to inspect the territory with Li Ziran, showing her absolute support for this Human Race prince.
She had contributed greatly to the success of this reply slip. Even more fortunately, she had successfully dripped the Black Dragon Potion into Aimier's shield.
It looked faintly crimson, but the moment it came into contact with the original fluid within the shield, it became soundless and colorless.
It had to be said that Li Ziran was exceptionally skilled with this kind of potion. There was not the slightest trace of side effects. Like an element, it had been completely absorbed by Aimier.
There were still three days until the wedding. The inspection route covered thirteen tribes, making a circuit around the rainforest and taking two and a half days, before returning to Elven City for the wedding ceremony.
They now had half a day to prepare. Within this short time, Anjebel had to tell Li Ziran every detail about Aimier.
As for whether this Witch Doctor could perform well, that would depend on his own fate.
Anjebel was confident, because this man had conquered her without a sound. Asking herself honestly, her standards were high. Even in Oak Space, some second-generation Elves might not catch her eye.
It was a talent. This man possessed an eerie lethality when it came to women.
Gathering her thoughts, she looked to