Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"It's just that I can't quite put my finger on it, it feels a bit distant, oh well, I'm too lazy to think about it."

He looked at the fallen leaves on the ground, memories of his past life flashing through his mind. He shook his head and thought to himself:

"It's probably just that he didn't finish reading the original 'Shitball Express' and is still hung up on it now..."

"Oh?" Arte moved closer to Latis's face, sniffed lightly, and said with a hint of affection:

"Could it be that my older brother has found another version of me from another timeline and is now struggling with what to do?"

"Damn!" Latis was taken aback, pinched the half-elf's cheek, and said, "How could I be that awesome?!"

"Oh, really?" A faint, pleasant plant fragrance emanated from Arte as she counted the items one by one on her fingers.

“You always appear in front of me when I need you. You conjure my seed out of thin air. You are incredibly capable of overcoming every difficulty. You reached the third ring mage level in just one week…”

"Wait, wait!" Latis stopped the half-elf, laughing and crying at the same time, pinching her cheek and saying, "Don't mythologize me too much, I'm just an ordinary person!"

“I know,” Artemis said softly, looking tenderly into Latis’s eyes.

"However, I love you, and you love me. You are my lover, so in my eyes, you are omnipotent."

“Hey…” Latis’s breath hitched slightly. Looking at her playful blinking eyes, he could only helplessly let his heart race and sighed:

"I really lost to you..."

"It's good that you know you've lost!" The half-elf chuckled, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he cleared his throat, saying:

"Speaking of which, there's something else I'd like to ask you, brother!"

Latis paused, looking at her deliberately furrowed, slightly displeased, silver-white eyebrows, and subconsciously asked:

"Arte, what's wrong?"

"Yes, that's right... This afternoon, a group of maids brought in a whole set of very luxurious furniture..." The half-elf said, his face tense, feigning indifference.

"I took a look, and wow, a plush carpet from an aquatic demon sheep, a genuine leather sofa from a dragon-type water buffalo, a custom-made snow mountain ice crystal coffee table from Andora, and sterling silver tableware with extremely high magic transparency... They said it was a gift from Princess Jennifer Hines, hmm..."

She subtly pulled an urgent daily report from the dimensional rift, glanced at the contributor's name on the article "Unveiling the Mysterious Veil of the Father of Dragons," and coldly smiled:

"That sounds familiar."

Radist was immediately horrified, his mouth agape as he froze, stammering:

"I...I...she...she..."

"Hmm?" Artemis gave a soft hum, deliberately straightened her back, glared fiercely at Latis, and then bit his ear.

After gently rubbing his teeth together for a few seconds, the half-elf straddled Latis's waist.

She straightened up and pressed him against the tree trunk, then looked down at Latis, who was covered in sweat, and bit his lip hard.

……

A few seconds later, the half-elf's imposing manner suddenly softened. Her face flushed, she propped herself up and, like a kitten, licked Latis's lips and ears, asking softly:

"Will it hurt?"

Latis paused, looking at the somewhat nervous half-elf. His gaze swept over her hair, which he had just ruffled, and he couldn't help but chuckle. As her eyes grew increasingly embarrassed and annoyed, he said:

"Thank you for your kindness, my little fairy."

"I didn't..." the half-elf muttered, slowly shrinking back into Latis's arms. After a while, she said, embarrassed and annoyed:

"I'm just worried you'll get scammed by a rich woman!"

"Really?" Latis scratched his head, lifted the half-elf up by her arms, and grinned.

"You are my god of gold coins, my Art!"

Artemis stared at him for a moment, then hesitantly, awkwardly, and angrily stuck out her tongue.

"slightly!"

Latis stared in surprise at the half-elf who was sticking out his tongue in protest. After thinking for a moment, he resolutely, firmly, and decisively took a bite.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A dozen seconds later, Latis, clutching his forehead where the half-elf had punched him twice, looked at the half-elf wiping away tears and leaned forward to ask:

"Um, Art... are you alright?"

"It hurts so much..." the half-elf complained, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes. He then looked up at Latis, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Big brother, would you like to hear me sing?"

"Huh?" Latis stared at the lute she took out from the dimensional rift, paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"It would be an honor."

Chapter 138 The Romance of the Half-Elves

The smooth musical scales slid down from the half-elf's slender fingers. She adjusted the knob one last time and nervously squeezed the hem of her dress.

"It's been a long time since I've performed..."

The half-elf offered an explanation, and seeing the confident look in Latis's eyes, she finally relaxed a little, took a deep breath, and plucked the strings.

Ancient Elvish language flowed slowly from her mouth, falling softly into the bushes beside her, then clinging to the vines and climbing towards the sky.

Latis watched the half-elf sitting on the rock, playing her lyre. The moonlight shone on her, making her appear both serene and lively.

The intro sounds a bit like "Romance de Amor," so this is probably a gentle, ballad...

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the half-elf begin the prologue of the piece with a magnificent fingerplay.

"The star-like grass under the moonlight swirls at your fingertips, Lake St. Luna wets your long hair, reflecting your shadow..."

The half-elf's voice was deep and powerful, seemingly expressing the man's stunned yet gradually stirring emotions when the two lovers met.

Her fingers controlled the volume of the vocal parts, gradually fading out the deep melody while the light and cheerful flamenco gradually brightened.

"The antlers of the stag, bathed in moonlight, are shielded by your broad back; Lake St. Luna washes away your dust and cheers for your return..."

……

Latis unconsciously leaned against the tree root and closed his eyes.

With his limited musical appreciation, although he couldn't discern the singing and playing techniques and difficulty, he could still tell from the direction of the two vocal parts that this didn't seem to be a love song duet.

While the high part sings, the low part also speaks in a low, somber tone in her harmonic position, and while the low part sings, the high part lingers hesitantly nearby.

In the half-elf's mouth, whenever her voice was about to fall back to a low point, she would switch voices and continue singing the sunny passage.

"This isn't a typical love song, so why do you sing it with such heroic spirit..."

Latis opened his eyes with amusement and stared at the half-elf's lake-like eyes for a moment.

Several seconds passed, and she still didn't look away. Instead, Latis started to sweat slightly under her intense gaze.

Okay, okay, you're taking this relationship extremely seriously...

Latis involuntarily lowered his head, looking at the broken leaves scattered around him, and subconsciously picked one up and rubbed it.

The leaves, which he had already blown into pieces, instantly turned into a pile of fragments in his hands.

"So that's how it is, I've already transmigrated..."

His belated realization overshadowed his playful attitude towards the other world. He paused, then looked up at the half-elf who was still smiling and watching him.

"Is it because I'm too happy? I don't feel much sadness... Of course, it could also be that being with her feels like home."

Latis shifted his position, clasped his hands behind his head, and half-reclined on the tree root, relaxing as he watched the half-elf.

"Although material comforts aren't as convenient as in my previous life, these needs can always be met by creating the conditions. The important thing is that I now have so many people who like me... Thinking back to the days when I was treated like a beast of burden, seeking guidance from Professor Aizawa in solitude, I can't help but want to howl in despair..."

"However, among all the countless planes of existence, who knows, there might be a world similar to Earth? Watching Jennifer fight the mafia and teach Art to listen to rock music would be a real treat!"

His thoughts drifted back to the half-elf whose voice rose higher and higher. The intense emotions he had been suppressing were released by the surging waves of lyrics and music. Her voice was no longer as gentle as usual, but gradually became strong and resolute in the overlapping and rising melodies. She sang and sang until the surrounding plants and trees all swayed passionately.

The chords she played rose higher and higher with each key increase until they finally reached the top of the range, at which point she began to tune them rapidly on the spot.

[Three-Ring Folk Spell - Brief Charm: Greatly increases the recipient's desire for the opposite sex for a short period of time.]

The fluctuation of magic made Ateliers pause in her movements. She glanced at the lute, took a deep breath, and hesitantly continued singing.

"Holy crap, what's going on?!"

Because he hadn't anticipated this, Latis didn't react immediately when the spell's effect appeared, and by the time he finished reading it, it was too late.

"It's over..."

Latis's mind began to replay various yellow fragments frantically. The faint fragrance of grass and trees in the air seemed to transform into the soft aura beneath the half-elf's robe. The usually reassuring aura suddenly became the most powerful lure. He couldn't help but stand up and slowly walk towards the half-elf on the rock.

"Hey, big brother?"

Artemis instinctively stopped the song, which was already entering its gentle finale, hesitated before putting down her lute, stood up, wiped her hands, and walked towards Latis.

"Big brother, what's wrong... Waaah!"

The half-elf, suddenly pulled into a tight embrace, widened her eyes. Feeling Latis licking her neck, her legs, lifted off the ground, instinctively tensed. She twisted her body a few times, trying to struggle, but fearing she might hurt Latis, she only cried out softly in panic:

"Big brother, big brother? What's wrong?"

"Brother, you smell so good..." Latis mumbled.

"Brother, really..." The half-elf, both amused and exasperated, patted his head, thinking he was just joking, and sighed, saying:

"I was also wondering if you like listening to me sing... eh?"

Noticing the licks on her neck gradually turning into nibbling, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry and pressed Latis's head down. Just as she was about to tell him to stop fooling around, she felt a large, hot hand lift up her robe and slip inside her thin undergarment.

"Woo!"

Ateliers arched her back, her mind a blur. She felt the large hand roaming over her body, and, bewildered, clung to Latis's neck, whispering:

"Latis!...How strange..."

The half-elf's call cleared Latis's eyes for a moment, but he was soon immersed in the indescribable, wonderful sensation of the skin that bounced back quickly when gently rubbed.

"Latis..."

The half-elf cried out in slight fear, but received no response. She sighed, suppressed her inner tension, and handed over control of her body to Latis.

boom!

The pain of her back hitting the rocks brought tears to her eyes instantly. She felt her slender legs being forcefully pulled apart and then roughly lifted and placed on Latis's shoulders.