The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

According to regulations, subordinates are not allowed to kiss their superiors on the mouth.

So, before formally joining the team, she launched a surprise attack, seizing the best opportunity.

Just like her previous miraculous victories, this time, it was Little Joey's on-the-spot improvisation that grasped the fleeting chance, rather than any elaborate plan.

She simply felt in that moment that she could succeed if she went for it, and then she did.

Now that she's confirmed Roger isn't gay and isn't indifferent to her touch, she feels relieved to work here.

She straightened up, saluted, and looked eagerly at Roger: "Magic Consultant and Captain of the Guard, Little Joey Barton, reporting to Roger Charles, sir."

Roger touched his lips, his expression complex.

Little Joey was a bit crazy just now.

She only seemed proactive, but was actually just as inexperienced and clumsy as he was.

At first, she bumped her lips against his teeth several times, leaving him with a lingering pain.

But this feeling of progressing together, discovering a mutual understanding, and gradually improving is indeed much better than realizing 'How are you so skilled?'

That kind of disappointment is so bittersweet just thinking about it, no wonder it became a famous line…

"Admitted to the team… Fulfill your duties as a magic consultant first!"

Roger's eyes flickered a bit, and he quickly assigned a task.

He was afraid Little Joey would go crazy again.

He was also afraid he wouldn't be able to resist continuing the next chapter of anatomy.

He was too passive just now, with Little Joey controlling the rhythm from beginning to end. He felt a strong urge to regain control and prove he's a real man.

"Yes, sir," Little Joey responded obediently, and began to organize the scattered files and documents in the office as Roger instructed.

A faint hint of triumph played at the corners of her lips.

Fortunately, the boss was a little embarrassed, but not yet enraged.

Even if, according to Mongomery's calculations, women always suffer in this kind of situation, she was still triumphant.

Roger's voluntary confession of his identity shocked her, but after accepting it, she understood that it was a symbol of his trust and respect for her.

There was no deception in this relationship, and she had full freedom of choice.

The contrast between Dio and Roger was too great, and Little Joey never thought that these two identities were the same person.

If Roger hadn't told her, she didn't know how long it would have taken her to realize.

Now that she knew the truth, and recalling last night's conversation with Mongomery, Little Joey suddenly felt that this was heaven's reward for her gamble?

The person she chose to follow was not a commoner who got lucky, not a fleeting cabinet minister, but a truly top-tier noble in Aodu, the Star Marquis personally bestowed by His Majesty.

Although he had a reputation as a useless younger brother, the fact that he was chosen by His Majesty to be an undercover agent meant that the word 'useless' must be just a disguise.

Little Joey couldn't be called a gold digger, but if she could gain both love and bread along the way, wouldn't that be double the happiness?

Her only worry was that, because of the confidentiality agreement, she couldn't tell Mongomery about her delightful discovery.

But at least she could tell her true friend who cared about her that she hadn't lost and didn't need to change.

……

……

Fire Elemental Plane.

The various types and levels of fire elementals in this world really had a terrible day today.

Everyone was happily soaking in the lava and singing songs when they were suddenly robbed by a woman who appeared out of nowhere!

The pure magic power they had accumulated over thousands and millions of years was harvested like a supplement!

Some powerful fire elemental lords tried to fight back. These guys had the fighting power equivalent to a legendary figure in the Eternal Night World.

They also had home-field advantage, and they brought their subordinates with them, making them a match for any legend!

But… the Eternal Night Empress isn't a legend!

She was an occupation above legend, already half a step into the realm of gods, strolling through the fire elemental lord's army like she was taking a leisurely walk.

Judging by the smile on her lips, it seemed like she was even thanking this lord for gathering the monsters for her.

A battle where the strength is too disparate can't even be called a battle. It's more like a young lady from a rich family came to experience life and pick strawberries, and the ferocious fire elementals were the red fruits.

In this way, the Eternal Night Empress fought three thousand battles alone.

The dozens of blank magic crystals she carried with her were all filled with the purest fire magic power.

And there were unexpected gains.

She hunted a rare species among the fire elemental lords, a special mutation called the Thousand Night Candle Demon.

Because it was so rare, it was also called the Rare Wax Demon.

Ordinary elemental creatures are like a ball of air, and after death, they are just dissipating energy.

Candle demons are different. They have a unique gelatinous body that doesn't dissipate directly, but can slowly burn and release energy like a candle.

The Eternal Night Empress chased after it all the way. Although there were some twists and turns, she still managed to hunt it down.

Returning to the space between dimensions, she used the remains of the Rare Wax Demon as the core to create a small magic space, injected the fire magic power she collected today, and turned it into a space that could continuously exist with an excessive concentration of fire magic power.

This concentration is definitely a sacred place that fire magic beasts dream of.

With Roger's advanced fire elemental affinity, he doesn't even need to cultivate in this environment. He can quickly accumulate magic power just by sleeping soundly.

"Let's call it the Rare Wax Nest. I'm really only good at strengthening, not weakening!"

The Eternal Night Empress shrunk her masterpiece and put it into her space ring.

Sensing that Roger was still at Drinking Ice Manor, she couldn't help but feel a little touched.

The lying-down little devil finally knows how to work hard under my call!

It's so late at night, and he's still working on a manuscript with his subordinates!

The Empress was very pleased, tore through space, and prepared to personally install the Rare Wax Nest in Roger's office in Drinking Ice Manor.

He will definitely be super surprised and super moved, right?

Chapter 65: Her Majesty Has Arrived at Drinking Ice Manor

The Kambusak Desert, west of the Green Vine Empire, is home to dozens of orc tribes, large and small. The largest and strongest of these tribes is called the Orcish Horde.

The orcs of the Eternal Night World are not the green-skinned, tusked brutes of traditional Western fantasy, where even the women might have beards. Instead, they are more like humans with features such as beast ears, tails, and feathers.

Their physiques aren't necessarily large and burly. On the contrary, many are slender and graceful, with a relatively high proportion of handsome men and beautiful women.

The rich hair and eye colors are even more attractive to players than the Green Vine Empire, which is dominated by humans.

When the trailer for 'Eternal Night is Hard to Fathom' was released, some netizens said that the development team was making a game with XP, and the game's art design was quite insightful, especially in line with the aesthetics of the Great Chong Country.

Players were first attracted by the beautiful character designs and rich races, and slowly built up the game's popularity.

The development team also touted the ultra-high degree of freedom and sandbox world as selling points, claiming that even Niuzi could be pinched, all NPCs could be freely conquered, unique plots could be unlocked, and so on…

But the more you play, the more you feel like it's a semi-finished product.

The plot is indeed rich and quite meaningful, with a terrifying number of side quests, but the degree of freedom is far from what the development team originally claimed.

Many cities have only been developed halfway, and the young ladies are beautiful and have super great character designs, and there is a favorability system, but the "one night growth" module doesn't seem to have been made.

While Roger, the transmigrator, was complaining that there were too many possibilities in the real world for him to grasp, the players on Earth were still waiting for the DLC, waiting for the 裏 world MOD…

Sorry, I digress. Let's continue talking about the orcs.

The current orc horde is called the Bell Tribe, located in the northernmost part of the desert, with most of its territory in the extreme cold zone.

The Bell Tribe are devout followers of the Goddess of War. Their racial characteristics are having two round ears, possessing the strength of a bear, liking to drink alcohol, and shouting 'Follow me with your sword' when they've had too much.

War High Priest Josda is from the Bell Tribe.

At this time, the capital of the Bell Tribe, Serena City.

Palace, side hall.

The current chief's most beloved daughter, Her Highness Tasika Kachini, who possesses both half-orc and half-dragon blood, has been frequently meeting with people from all walks of life since yesterday and having secret conversations with them.

Including, but not limited to, military secret agents, tribal ministers, well-known scholars, pastors of the Church of the Goddess of War, and so on.

Clearly, her own father is still in his prime, Tasika's behavior can be considered an act of usurpation.

But because she has always been active on the front lines and is strong, no one has yet questioned her behavior.

She has always been concerned about the people's livelihood in the tribe, and her reputation among the nobles and commoners is greater than her brothers, and everyone calls her the 'Tequila Princess'.

For the Bell Tribe, who love alcohol as much as their lives, adding the name of a wine before a title is a way for everyone to express their love.

Just like Kachini II, who led the Bell Tribe to grow into an orcish horde, although he did not ascend the throne to become an emperor, the people called him 'Vodka the Great'.

Today, Princess Tasika is wearing the traditional military uniform of the tribe, with a long sword with a wide handguard hanging from her waist, and a scarlet cloak draped over her shoulders, beautiful, powerful, and awe-inspiring.

Because of the strength of her mother's bloodline, she did not show the characteristics of the Bell Tribe, but instead has two black dragon horns, long silver hair, and a face that is perfectly exquisite without any flaws.

Between her eyebrows is a compelling arrogance and indifference.

"Looking forward to Her Highness's subsequent orders," the High Priest of the Church of the Goddess of War bid farewell to Tasika.

"Farewell, High Priest," Tasika knocked reservedly on the back of the chair, with no intention of getting up.

The maids in the hall were surprised to find that this High Priest, who was usually bossy and didn't even give the Chief face, didn't express any protest because of Her Highness's almost rude behavior.

She performed a subordinate's salute in a formal manner and withdrew from the side hall.

This High Priest was the last guest scheduled for today. After seeing him off, Tasika dismissed the maids.

After only she was left in the side hall, Tasika's always tense body suddenly relaxed, and she complained angrily, "Being a princess is really tiring!"

She threw off her shoes and lay down on the chair in a 'Ge You Slouch', without the slightest bit of the perfect aristocratic demeanor she showed in front of people.

Wiggling her toes, smelling them…

Tch~ Even beautiful girls can have smelly feet!

The famous Tequila Princess looked like a decadent middle-aged uncle at this time.

She is Tasika, but also Old Josda.

After the Goddess of War kicked his soul out of the kingdom of God, he fell directly into Princess Tasika's body, occupying the magpie's nest.

This princess's own soul couldn't compete with Old Josda at all, and was suppressed in the depths of the sea of consciousness, shivering.

She could only watch him manipulate her body and make all kinds of outrageous operations.

Fortunately, in front of people, he still maintained the appearance that a princess should have.

From the princess's perspective, this Mr. Josda, who appeared out of thin air, claimed to be the goddess's gigolo, the number one running dog under the throne, and had come to save the Bell Tribe.

Although this guy's tone was very serious, Tasika felt a stronger aura from him than the church's high priest, and felt that he might really be under the orders of the Goddess of War.

Especially since the church's high priest was indeed very respectful to him.

Therefore, as a devout believer, she didn't have much resistance…

It is also my honor to offer my body to the goddess ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3

Old Josda, as a generation of old Yin Bi, has extremely strong intelligence analysis capabilities, and soon had a very deep understanding of the current world situation:

"I didn't expect that so many things would have happened on the human side in the years I was imprisoned. The Eternal Night Empress… so strong, I want to pa!"

The goddess sent him to prevent the Green Vine Empire from further expanding.

As for why she didn't directly make him the chief of the Bell Tribe, but chose his daughter instead, Old Josda also had a reasonable speculation:

The Goddess of War hopes to sacrifice the chief of the Bell Tribe, and more tribal chiefs as well.

When blood and hatred arouse the orcs' hostility towards the Green Vine Empire, this opportunity can be used to start the unification process of the various tribes.

Faced with the unified Green Vine Empire, the scattered orc tribes will inevitably crumble at the first touch.

The older generation is about to die out, and Princess Tasika, who has a very good reputation, has become a very good successor.

Empress vs. Empress, the picture is also very beautiful, right?

Josda can accept becoming a little girl, and his more sinister old man doesn't care about gender issues at all.