But now.

As a high-ranking member of the High Elves and one of the confidants of the Sun King, this member of the parliament naturally knew the relationship between Quel'thalas and the underworld in secret.

The troops heading towards Silver Moon City are obviously closely related to the Goddess of Death. From this perspective, they may still be their ally... Although this ally has done a little too much, as a landlord's high elves, they cannot directly choose to kill them just because the other party can't speak.

To put it more realistically, compared to the strength of that...the goddess who has now become two, Quel's Salas's small body is not enough to mess with.

But even though I know, this MP still wants to fight for it, even for the face of Quel'thalas:

"Your Majesty, if not, I will go to the Tafa in person to ask why the undead..."

"you?"

The Sun King suddenly interrupted the MP and began to stare at the MP in front of him with a rather weird look, "Dalkan, if I don't have Alzheimer's disease, I remember you are 2,706 years old this year, right?"

"Your Majesty is wise."

"So, how long has it been since you've been socializing normally with people from outside? What I'm talking about is to lower your posture and communicate with them."

Having said this, the Sun King burst into laughter and shook his head and broke the topic.

Lower your posture?

When will the high elves come here?

The Sun King, who knows too much about his subjects and the habits of his people, does not have such expectations at all.
Chapter completed!