The Dwarf Great Elder fell silent for a moment, his sharp gaze sweeping over Ang as he slowly asked, "Are you the same as the lizardmen?"
The sudden question caught Ang slightly off guard, and he immediately frowned in thought.
He said quietly, "I don't think we are the same as the lizardmen."
"How are you different?" the Dwarf Great Elder pressed, a trace of probing in his tone.
Ang took a deep breath and answered seriously, "The lizardmen care only about themselves. Their rule is built upon slaughter. But we—at least in my view—the Empire advocates coexistence."
The Dwarf Great Elder gave a cold laugh, an imperceptible gleam flashing through his eyes. "Coexistence? Does the plane where your Wilderland Empire is located have elves, dwarves, or other races?"
Ang nodded. "It does. Though there are occasional conflicts and frictions between different races, they can generally still coexist peacefully."
"So your strategy is expansion outward?" The Dwarf Great Elder's voice was low, like thunder rolling through the mountains.
Ang hesitated slightly. He was not part of the Empire's upper ranks and could not easily give an absolute answer.
After a brief moment of thought, he said truthfully, "Well... I'm only a first-class baron of the Empire. I wouldn't dare speak recklessly about the decisions of those above me. But at the very least, within my territory, I hope to build a home where many races can coexist."
At that moment, Dana could no longer hold back and interjected, "Ang is someone you can trust!"
He had been listening to Linya translate their conversation, and now he defended Ang without hesitation.
The Dwarf Great Elder glanced at Dana, his tone calm yet edged with sharpness. "The fact that he is good does not mean the force behind him is good as