Walking under the leafy World Tree, the sun slanted through the huge gap and shone on the palace, and the breath of nature and life swirled around the mouth and nose, making the Knight of Potts, who came here for the first time, feel a shock in his head and full of energy.

With every breath, the breath of life nourishes the body and spirit, bringing many benefits to the Potts Knight.

But now he was not thinking about that, but how to get the Elven King and the Elven Elders to agree to cooperate with the Sadwind Leader and the Church of Wealth.

The old duke didn't teach them how to use words to move people's hearts, but that didn't mean that knights didn't need to use words to move people's hearts.

This is really not what a knight should do, it is enough for a knight to charge on the battlefield and defend his territory, and what he convinces others, he should let the 'diplomat' do it...... However, the knight of Potts decided that the time had come to do the work of a 'diplomat' himself.

The elves are not as beautiful as the stories described, but they are not as bad as some classics say, just like his father said, only after really seeing them, do you know that the elves are also the same as humans, they are living beings, with their own joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Standing in the shade of the World Tree, the sun that should have been hot at noon has become mild, and the warmth on the body that should be comfortable sunlight has made the face of the Potts Knight even more gloomy.

At this moment, his heart was extremely heavy.

Because he understands, because he empathizes, and he promises to invite him to drink - as a knight, you should keep your promise!

If this can't be done, what kind of face does he have to invite that elf to drink?

"It's here. ”

After walking through a narrow corridor, the sunlight filtered through the courtyard and fell on the corridor, and the attendant asked the guards guarding the door to push the door open, looked up at the knight of Pots, and stepped aside, "Please come in." ”

Without a moment's hesitation, with a calm face, the Knight of Potts raised his steps and walked into the chamber, this matter could not be spread for the time being, and even the squire who led the way did not know why this human was able to meet their king in private.

Click-

The heels of wolfskin boots stomped into the empty chamber, and the door behind them shut, the sound echoing through the hall.

The plant lamps hanging from the ceiling on the walls shimmered, and the sunlight shone through the windows on the thirteen seats.

The Potts Knight walked out of the darkness and walked to the thirteen seats, and the fairies floating in the air looked at him curiously, these cute creatures commonly known as 'little fairies' were like shrunken elves, with pointed ears, thin wings like insects behind them, and they would sprinkle powder like points of light when they flew in the air, which was extremely beautiful.

They are nature's darlings, born with strong luck, and because they are also close to nature, they have a good relationship with the elves.

This was supposed to be a secret meeting, and these curious and open-mouthed little fairies weren't supposed to be here.

However, the Knight of Potts did not know this, he lowered his head, pressed the hilt of his sword with his left hand, beat his chest with his right hand, and knelt down on one knee, "I have seen His Majesty the Elven King and the Elders. ”

The guards guarding the gate did not ask him to unload his weapon, and he entered the chamber with his weapon without any other thoughts.

Among the elven elders, who were as old as humans, some looked at the Potts knight a few times, while others kept their eyes closed and never opened them.

The Elven King at the top of the throne was a young elf wearing a crown on his head, he looked like the other elves, at least in the opinion of the Knight of Pots, the difference in appearance between the elves was not large, and it was even difficult for him to distinguish between the male and female elves in the elven race, because they were as handsome as they were, and their clothes were strange and difficult to distinguish.

His hair was like a silky golden thread, and he wore a plain short-sleeved robe, with his arms bare, one hand on his cheeks, and the other hand rubbing the scepter in his hand.

After looking at those turquoise eyes for a moment, the Elven King asked, "Valery Potts...... It should be the name, right?"

The ethereal sound made the knight feel as if he was in the middle of a mountain and a clanging spring flowing around him.

He took a deep breath, "Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"What are you doing here?"

The knight of Potz opened his eyes suddenly, and his left hand clenched the hilt of his sword, and the sudden burst of momentum made the Elf King look sideways.

He gritted his teeth and took out the envelope from his bosom with a trembling hand, "Your Majesty, this is a letter from our head maid - please accept it!"

This was the first time since the Knight of Potts had inherited the name of his family that he felt so weak that he couldn't even hold an envelope.

A fairy fluttered its thin wings, sprinkled a trail of light, took the envelope from the Poz Knight, and handed it to the Elven King.

However, the Elven King had just opened the envelope and looked at it a few times, when an elder beside him who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes and glanced coldly at the Knight of Pots.

"We don't need human help!"

His voice was so hoarse and so vicious, that Knight Boz couldn't imagine what would happen if a mage nobleman said such a thing in front of the old duke or the head maid in the Grim Wind Realm!

However, before the elder could finish his words, he clenched the cane in his hand and roared, "Get out of our kingdom, human!"

It was an indescribable hatred, and Knight Boz had felt it, and angry, resentful eyes shot out of the elven elder's pupils, like powerful magic rays, deeply piercing Knight Poze's heart......

However, the Knight of Potts was also angry at this moment - he was full of indignation!

The angry waves crashed against the crumbling seawall, about to invade the territory of the brain, but the elf, the sad and angry eyes of his elven guide, and the duty given to him by the head maid, kept him going.

Otherwise, he would have drawn his sword long ago!

He didn't dare to say that he was a righteous person, and he knew that he was not a compassionate person, but now he was stimulated by the words of this elven elder.

"Abel, shut up!"

Another elven elder with an anxious face scolded, he described it as withered, and his anxious gaze glanced at the elven king from time to time.

After Elf Elder Abel heard this reprimand, his body trembled slightly and closed his mouth.

At this time, Knight Boz could feel the gaze of the other elven elders, and now he couldn't look up, otherwise, he would be able to see that all the elven elders were silent, but their eyes had already revealed their inner thoughts,

Whether they are expectant, or bland, or hateful, or vigilant, or indifferent, they are not in harmony, each has a ghost, and each has its own plans.

"Cooperative ......"

The Elven King muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

"This ...... It's just a starting point, and what they want to do should be more than that. ”

The Elven King opened his eyes, his eyes as clear as a child's, and he said in a gentle voice, "Knight Valery Potts, I hope you can stay for a while and wait. ”

The Knight of Potts stared at a pair of eyes, and suddenly looked up at the Elven King, and his eyes seemed to be full of 'disbelief'.

"If we just accept it, then we and humanity will be like going to war. The Elven King tactfully explained, "I am responsible not only for those who have been taken captive, but also for the rest of the people, and if we really want to go to war, we will definitely suffer heavy losses." To put it mildly, as a human, or rather, as a knight, I think you should also know how expensive an elf can be......"

The knight of Potts was suddenly silent, he heard the implication of this sentence, the people who can buy elven slaves are either rich or expensive, this is just a more euphemistic way of saying - nobles, rich merchants, this is the buyer of those elven slaves.

“...... Yes, Your Majesty. Pursing his lips, Knight Boz quietly got up, "I'll stay and wait for your news." ”