Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 162 Eastern Envoy

The half-elf palace.

Luis was gazing at the stars leaning on the railing of the balcony.

There was also a beautiful figure beside him.

It was Luo Li, who due to the strengthening of two world could control her body between human legs and mermaid fins.

She was on her human form, wearing a pink rose crocheted skirt, which was about ten centimeters above the knee, revealing a pair of slender beautiful legs.

"How do you feel wearing such stockings." Luis looked at Luo Li legs and said in an admiring tone.

Because there is no chemical material like nylon, stockings in this world are generally made of silk or cotton.

The silk stockings produced in the Half-Elf Kingdom have always been popular among aristocratic women.

"This was given to me by Queen Elsa."

"Well, it suits you very well." Luis nodded in praise as he gazed at it.

As if she couldn't stand Luis burning gaze, Luo Li shyly reached out and pulled the hem of her skirt down.

But obviously, this is somewhat futile.

The girl's youthful attitude made Luis heart beat faster.

Taking a few sideward and standing side by side with Luo Li, Luis looked at the stars in the night sky and asked with a smile, "Don't you want to go down? Is the party downstairs boring?"

"A little bit." Luo Li nodded, looking a little melancholy.

"Is there something on your mind?"

Luo Li heard this and turned to look at the man next to her.

Luis warm gaze gradually made her feel at ease, and she smiled and said, "I am just thinking about the future of Mermaids, since there is such a magical thing how far can we go."

Luis reached out, gently placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"You're not alone in this. There is still your father as a head of the clan, you just need to grow stronger. Whatever challenges lie ahead, we as a group will face them together."

"Umm."

They stood in companionable silence for a while, the faint music and laughter from the party below blending with the serene sounds of the night. The air between them seemed to hum with unspoken emotions.

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Winter City (Duke Dressrosa City)

By late October, the chill of winter had already settled over Winter City.

For three days, biting rain lashed the city. On the fourth day, it transformed into snow. By the fifth day, when the long-hidden sun finally pierced through the thick clouds, Winter City had become a glistening world of ice and silver.

"Has there been any sign of a drop in food prices?"

In the study of Lion's Roar Castle, Duke Dressrosa posed the question while adding another log to the roaring fireplace.

Behind him stood a middle-aged man with a calm and approachable demeanor.

His sea-blue eyes shimmered with wisdom, their depths seeming to hold rolling waves of insight. His gray hair, tied in a neat low ponytail, was carefully groomed. Though his attire was refined, it was modest rather than ostentatious. An old notebook hung at his waist, and a pristine white glove adorned his left hand.

This was Dawn White, known throughout Lion's Roar as Maester Dawn.

"No," Maester Dawn replied, his tone laced with concern. "In the past three months, the price of grain in the North has surged more than twentyfold. This isn't just the result of poor harvests caused by the troll invasion earlier this year. Someone is deliberately hoarding food and manipulating prices."

"Greedy merchants who value coin over lives," Duke Dressrosa scoffed, his disdain evident. "Issue a Duke's Order to all lords in the North. They are to take control of the merchants in their territories immediately. If food prices don't drop within two weeks, I won't hesitate to spill blood myself." Your next chapter is on empire

"Understood." Maester Dawn inclined his head in agreement.

"And the Dressrosa Knights—do they have enough provisions?"

"We have sufficient rations," Maester Dawn reassured, though a flicker of hesitation crossed his face. After a moment, he added, "However, Your Excellency, I still recommend securing another batch of military rations, just as a precaution."

Hearing this, Duke Dressrosa frowned.

He clearly understood what Maester Dawn was concerned about. After a moment of thought, he nodded. "Then go ahead and purchase another batch."

"Understood. But, Your Grace, grain prices across the kingdom are currently exorbitant. This time, I fear—"

"No matter how high the price is, buy it!" the Duke interrupted firmly.

"Yes, Your Grace."

Duke Dressrosa tossed a few more logs into the fireplace. As the flames crackled and danced, he stared into the fire for a long moment before speaking again.

"Where are the Dressrosa Knights now?"

Maester Dawn studied the Duke's face carefully, but his expression betrayed nothing.

"The latest report came in yesterday. The Dressrosa Knights have left the North and entered the Half-Elf Kingdom."

"Good." Duke Dressrosa nodded but offered no further comment.

The flickering firelight illuminated his deep-set eyes, reflecting a quiet unease.

Sensing the tension, Maester Dawn stepped back, preparing to take his leave. But before he could exit, a majestic, thunderous voice echoed from outside the castle:

"Duke Dressrosa! Otto Volkin, Northern Prince of the Orc Empire, in the name of vengeance for His Majesty Murdorf, challenges you to a duel!"

Boom!

A surge of flames exploded within the fireplace, sending embers scattering.

Duke Dressrosa rose abruptly, his gaze shifting toward the window.

On the highest point of Lion's Roar Castle stood a towering troll warrior, his presence radiating an oppressive and terrifying aura. He looked down on the guards assembling below with disdain.

As the Duke moved to leave, Maester Dawn stepped forward in alarm. "My Lord Duke, it is said that Prince Otto is a peak 6th-rank Berserker Knight!"

"And so?" The Duke's voice carried neither hesitation nor fear. "Should I cower in Lion's Roar Castle while he flaunts his power before my people?"

Without waiting for a response, Duke Dressrosa brushed past the stunned Maester Dawn and strode out.

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It was late into the night when a knock echoed at the door. Luis, lying on the bed, opened his eyes and strode over to answer it.

"Boss, there's news from Shadow Canyon," the knight reported as soon as the door opened.

"How is it?" Luis asked.

"The Dressrosa Knights in the canyon have been completely wiped out, including Commander Garcia."

"Good."

The reporting knight hesitated, rubbing his bald head nervously before continuing. "Boss, actually, there's also some bad news from Shadow Canyon..."

"Bad news?" Luis's expression turned sharp.

"The Elf Army that annihilated the Dressrosa Knights has encountered several traces of the Eastern Territory Army. Most likely, it's Duke Pro's forces. They're expected to arrive in about five days."

Luis's eyes narrowed. He quickly asked, "How many are there?"

"About 100,000 or so."

"One hundred thousand?" Luis's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"What are you afraid of? Let's fight! If they dare come to Silvermoon City, they're just marching to their deaths!"

"Yes, Boss!"

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Five days passed.

During this time, all the mermaids had been brought under Luis's command.

Now, the envoy from the Eastern Territory arrived at Silvermoon Palace.

"Your Excellency, Marquis Vincent, deeply regrets to hear of His Majesty the King's passing," the envoy began.

"However, the Marquis is confident that under Your Majesty Queen Elsa's leadership, the Half-Elf Kingdom will surely prosper and have a brighter future. To honor this occasion, the Marquis has sent a gift as a token of respect."

The envoy was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a fair complexion and a neatly trimmed short beard. His aristocratic attire and refined manners revealed his title as Viscount Austin.

With careful precision, Viscount Austin placed an ornate square box on the table before Queen Elsa and then stepped back respectfully. His demeanor was polished, yet a subtle condescension lingered in his posture—an attitude typical of envoys dealing with the Half-Elf Kingdom.

Queen Elsa, having long grown accustomed to such veiled arrogance, maintained her composure.

"Marquis Vincent is indeed thoughtful," she said with a polite smile, signaling a maid to collect the square box.

"And now, Viscount Austin, what brings you here?"

Viscount Austin raised an eyebrow but maintained his pleasant expression. In a formal tone, he replied, "There are two matters of great importance that the Marquis hopes to discuss with Your Majesty."

"Please, go ahead," Queen Elsa said.

"First, we've learned of an evil Dressrosa Army attempting to attack Silvermoon City. In light of this, the Marquis wishes to offer his assistance in defending the city. To better protect the Half-Elf Kingdom and strengthen our bond of friendship, he proposes taking over the defense of Silvermoon City as its guardian."

He paused briefly before continuing, his tone becoming more pointed.

"Second, we understand this incident arose due to Miss Vera's marriage. To address this matter and maintain peace, the Marquis requests that Her Majesty hand over Miss Vera to us. We will ensure she is escorted to the Royal City, where His Majesty the Emperor can render judgment."