At the same time, Eric returned to the VIP box, preparing to watch Queen Elizabeth's upcoming public performance.
"Master~~~!!"
At that moment, two familiar figures approached—Dark Elf Princess Ruthie and Dark Elf Grand Matriarch Shana.
"It's you two, what are you doing here?" Eric asked.
Out of trust in Ruthie and Shana, Eric had long delegated authority to them. The Dark Elf clan was still under their control, so he did not restrict their freedom.
In contrast, Leticia and Alicia had not yet been granted such privileges.
Ruthie, carrying a captivating fragrance, sensually nestled into Eric's arms, her seductive lips letting out a sweet and charming moan, "Master~~ Have you been neglecting me lately? So I had to take the initiative to find you myself, didn't I?" Her voice carried a hint of grievance, tender and delicate.
