225: You want a betrothal gift? Let me inspect the goods first!

"Piled full?" Su Mo chuckled after hearing this. "Captain Irina, you're not using that word very accurately."

He held up two fingers, a rather annoying expression on his face, and wiggled them:

"Not piled full, but bursting."

"My main attributes for my first advancement—Strength, Agility, and Spirit—have already hit the system-defined ceiling. Any more, and the data will overflow and reset to zero."

Irina: "..."

First advancement, and he's already maxed out his main attributes?

Is this scoundrel planning to play alone, or what? Is he not going to leave a way for other players to live?!

"What a pity..." Su Mo looked at Irina's choked expression, deliberately drew out his words, and feigned regret.

"Although my talent is powerful, it unfortunately can't replicate living beings. Otherwise, for pure, high-level Elves like Captain Irina, who can gain thousands of attributes just by sleeping, I'd at least replicate ten or eight of them to switch between every night."

"Su Mo!"

Irina was furious and humiliated, two small flames instantly igniting in her golden eyes!

"I warn you! Put away your filthy thoughts!"

She suddenly stood up, splashing water everywhere. "Even if you really become the Prince of our Forest Elf Clan, I will absolutely not let you have your way easily!"

"Then Captain Irina, what do you mean by 'how' you would let me 'have my way'?"

"It's simple!" Irina straightened her back, like a proud white swan.

"As long as you can capture the Fallen Elves's last and strongest stronghold in this area—Wind Whisper Valley!"

"As long as you can slay all eight of the second-advancement Fallen Elves commanders entrenched there!"

"As long as you can stand before me as a true hero, a Prince admired by all our people, openly and honorably!"

At this point, her momentum faltered, her voice unconsciously dropping, and her cheeks quickly flushed with a captivating blush.

"Then... not to mention letting you 'have your way,' even if you want me to bear your children, I... I'll accept it!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Irina herself was stunned.

She didn't know why she had said such shameless words.

She only knew that she was very unwilling right now!

Why did this man's few words throw her into such disarray?

She was absolutely unwilling to be so easily "conquered" by him!

She wanted him to know that she, Irina, was not the kind of woman who could be obtained so casually! He had to pay a sufficient price for it!

Su Mo was also slightly taken aback after hearing this.

He looked at the golden-haired Elf in front of him, whose cheeks were flushed but who still stubbornly glared at him, and his heart immediately bloomed with joy.

Capture Wind Whisper Valley?

Slay eight second-advancement commanders?

How was this setting a test?

This was clearly her actively presenting a dowry list, fearing her future husband would be too tired!

"Captain Irina, let me confirm," Su Mo deliberately leaned closer, lowering his voice, "You mean that as long as I take Wind Whisper Valley, you'll willingly clean yourself up and lie down, letting me do whatever I want to you?"

"Ye... yes!" Irina gritted her teeth, forcing herself to nod.

"Good!" Su Mo slapped his thigh, his smile dazzling.

"It's a deal!"

He changed the subject, stroking his chin and looking her up and down: "But Captain Irina, you're asking me to attack a city, kill enemies, and then bear my children. "

"This sounds a lot like the custom in my hometown of giving a 'betrothal gift' when marrying a wife, doesn't it?"

"You're not subtly asking me for a 'betrothal gift,' are you?"

"Bet... betrothal gift?!"

Irina's mind went blank, and she was so angry she wanted to turn and leave.

"Who's asking you for a betrothal gift! Don't talk nonsense here!"

"My dear Captain, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Su Mo was quick, pulling her back and into his arms.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath making her tremble.

"Since you've brought up the 'betrothal gift' requirement, shouldn't I, as your future husband, also show my 'sincerity'?"

"You... what do you want to do?!" An alarm bell rang in Irina's heart; this guy's wicked schemes were bubbling up again.

"Nothing." Su Mo chuckled. "Just want to 'inspect the goods' in advance."

"After all, this 'betrothal gift' isn't cheap. What if I find out the goods don't match the description later? Wouldn't I suffer a huge loss?"

Before he finished speaking, Su Mo didn't wait for Irina to react. He suddenly exerted force with his arms and directly lifted her by the waist.

"You—!"

Irina only managed a short gasp before the world spun around her. He carried her to the shore and gently placed her on the smooth bluestone slab.

"How outrageous! Let go of me quickly! Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do again..."

"Oh!"

All her protests were silenced by a sudden kiss... After a dessert-like "inspection of the goods."

"Not bad, not bad."

Su Mo wiped his lips, still wanting more, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"The quality of this 'goods' is quite good; this 'betrothal gift' is worth it!"

He gracefully stood up and casually put on his clothes.

"All right, my dear Captain, you just 'rest' here for a while."

"As for me, I'll go to the Third Elder's place to 'prepare' properly and try to gather your 'betrothal gift' as soon as possible."

With that, Su Mo turned and strode towards the Elven Apothecary without looking back.

Only Irina remained, sprawled on the bluestone slab, weak and unable to speak clearly, disheveled in the wind.

Su Mo!

You bastard!

I, Irina, am not done with you...!

...Su Mo hummed an off-key tune, walking with an arrogant swagger, and soon arrived once again at the fantastical alchemist's workshop.

As soon as he stepped into the tree hollow, a rich, thick scent of herbs wafted towards him.

A dozen Elven Maidens, dressed in white gossamer, were quietly bustling between giant shelves.

When they saw Su Mo, a shy blush unconsciously appeared on their beautiful faces, and then, like startled fawns, they quickly lowered their heads, only daring to steal glances from the corners of their eyes.

It seemed his "heroic deeds" had already spread among these innocent Elven Maidens.

In their eyes, he was probably already a powerful and handsome future "Prince," wasn't he?

Su Mo thought to himself, feeling pleased.

He walked through the busy workshop to the deepest part of the tree hollow.

That familiar figure once again came into his view.

She was lazily reclining on a hammock woven from flowers and vines, clad only in a thin, cicada-wing-like veil. Her exquisite curves were faintly visible, and her entire being exuded a mature charm that made one's heart race.

It was none other than the old enchantress who had "tormented" him to death—the Third Elder, Phoebe.