I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

A whole table of grade-1 spirit food was cleaned out by Fenriri just like that.

Although they did possess superior taste and cultivation benefits compared to regular food, it was not enough for Albion and Princess Floria to make a big deal over them.

Princess Floria simply glanced at the remaining plate of grade-1 spirit food before returning her attention to the Dark Lord, Albion.

At the same time, Fenriri's eyes quickly brightened.

Seeing that neither her master and the first princess were interested in the remaining dish, she sneakily pulled the dish back to her side and finished off whatever was left of it.

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After Princess Floria pondered for a moment, she ultimately said with a humble attitude, "I am not familiar with Lord Albion's character. As such, I cannot guess what would be a reasonable offer."

"How about you state a price instead, Lord Albion?" Princess Floria suggested before adding further, "What does it take for you to help us? Or rather, what do you want that we can offer?"

"What do I want, huh?" Albion pondered for a short moment before he said, "Would if I said I want you?"

"Huh?"

Princess Floria was immediately stunned.

At the same time, Albion's eyes narrowed, sensing the stench of the Netherworld on Princess Floria growing stronger.

However, it only lasted a brief moment before it faded into obscurity.

As that happened, Princess Floria remained stunned by Albion's words and did not seem to have noticed the change within herself.

Only a few moments passed before Princess Floria recovered with pursed lips.

She heard that the Dark Lord had no interest in women, but it seems that the intel was incorrect. In the end, the Dark Lord was still a man who could not help but fall for her beauty.

The fact that the Dark Lord never had a woman simply meant the Dark Lord never met a woman beautiful enough to move his heart—or so Princess Floria thought.

"You want me…?" Princess Floria acted coy with a subtle blush yet confident eyes before she said, "I heard Lord Albion has lived for at least ten millennia. I might be 172 years of age, but I'm afraid I am still a baby to you. Knowing this, are you sure you still want me?"

After listening to Princess Floria's words, Albion furrowed his brows. He was quick to realize that she had misunderstood his intention due to a poor choice of words.

Nevertheless, what she said did not sit well with him.

The Dark Emperor's body might be ten thousand years of age, but he was not the same Dark Emperor. His mental age was only around 28 years.

Although Albion was slightly surprised by Princess Floria's age, if being 172 years of age is only a baby, then what about him? A f*cking fetus?

After shaking his head, Albion corrected her misunderstanding with a cool and indifferent tone, "You have misunderstood me, Princess. You might be beautiful, but it's just a nice bag of skin to me."

Princess Floria was immediately dumbfounded.

Being amongst the top five most beautiful elves in the tribe, she was very confident in her beauty, but it was only a nice bag of skin to the Dark Lord?

In that case, what did the Dark Lord want her for then?

Seeing the doubt in Princess Floria's eyes, Albion calmly added, "What I want is your subordination and your skill as a Spirit Chef."

With that, everything made sense to Princess Floria. She felt relieved that her chastity was not part of the bargain.

Despite that, she also felt a strange sense of disappointment.

If her level of beauty was not enough to move the Dark Lord's heart, then is there truly no woman in the world who could?

"It seems I have made an impudent assumption," Princess Floria smiled self-mockingly before saying, "If you are in need of a Spirit Chef, I have a few of them under my command…"

"But I suppose giving you one of these Spirit Chefs won't suffice, would it?" Princess Floria asked with a bitter smile, "May I ask why you decided to pick me instead of them, Lord Albion?"

"Curious, aren't you?" Albion smiled slightly before stating with a nonchalant look, "Well, I don't mind explaining."

"Spirit Chef is a fairly uncommon but respected profession. Thus, even if you are the first princess of this country, it's not easy to get these proud Spirit Chefs to follow you—not unless your attainment in spirit cooking is higher than their own. That's the first point."

It was like the relationship between cultivators and alchemists.

Because cultivators rely on cultivation pills refined by alchemists to grow, most cultivators would not dare offend an alchemist as they risk offending all the other cultivators.

This is why alchemy is a respected profession.

Spirit food was just like cultivation pills to cultivators. As such, it was not strange for Spirit Chefs to grow proud and arrogant.

They wouldn't just follow anyone unless they had something to gain from it, whether it was power, wealth, or more profound knowledge related to their respected profession.

"The second point is if you, their master, become my subordinate, then wouldn't that mean they, the subordinates of my subordinate, would have no choice but to listen to my orders as well?" Albion questioned rhetorically.

"Uwah, Master is so smart!" Fenriri took the chance to praise her master, feeding his ego.

"Right?" Albion nodded approvingly with a slight grin before patting Fenriri on the head as a form of reward.

It was quite the big brain strat—if he was to say so himself. He will definitely work them to the bone to raise his mighty army.

As Princess Floria watched the two interact, she was dumbfounded but even more so, surprised. The Dark Lord may be greedy, but he seemed somewhat different from what she heard.

'It might not be a bad thing to follow such a person…' Princess Floria thought as she stared at Albion's pat and felt slightly envious.

'Wait, why should I be feeling envious about a wolf-girl getting patted? I am the first princess of a powerful elf tribe, for god's sake!'

'…But they look so… Ah, it's too radiant for my eyes…!'

Albion and Fenriri were not aware of Princess Floria's inner struggle.