Boar hurriedly tucked the note into the inner fold of his sleeve. After loading all the waste buckets onto the cart, he pushed it toward the main hall.
Never before had Boar felt that his life was so important. The future of all commoner elves was now in his hands.
He did not want to spend his entire life handling waste buckets, nor did he want to be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder. He wanted a life of his own, a future where he could see hope.
Dillas could not give him that future, and neither could Sara. Algayer was the only one who could, so Boar was willing to give everything for Algayer.
"Stop!"
A group of elves approached from ahead. The captain leading them fixed Boar with an icy stare and barked, "What are you doing in the rear courtyard?"
Boar feared elf captains more than anything. He could not help shuddering, lowered his head fearfully, and said, "I came to collect the trash."
"Heh, looks more like you came to eavesdrop on secrets. Search him!" the elf captain roared, and the elves behind him rushed forward.
Just moments earlier, the elf captain had rushed into the palace and grieved over Dido's corpse, only to be furiously driven out by Sara, who ordered him to guard the temple strictly. Having just left the palace, he was already in a foul mood. When he ran into Boar, he simply wanted someone to vent his anger on. He did not truly suspect Boar.
How could Boar have known that? The note was hidden in his sleeve. If it was discovered, he would be dead, and the future of all commoner elves would be ruined by his hands.
At that thought, determination appeared in Boar's eyes. Facing the noble