Governor 2

Instructor Nora, accompanied by an elven guard, walked over from the camp and said to Roy, who was doing stretching exercises, "Roy, Earl Griffin wishes to see you."

Roy stopped, wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, and asked with some confusion:

"Instructor, are you referring to Earl Griffin, the head of the Negotiation Team? Why would Earl Griffin approach me?"

Instructor Nora turned to look at the elven guard beside her and replied, "They didn't say the specifics, but I guess they're probably going to reward you. After all, you captured so many Slave Traders, and I heard the negotiations went very smoothly the last two days. Go quickly, don't keep Earl Griffin waiting."

Roy quickly straightened his training uniform and said, "Oh, I see."

Roy then followed the Elven Guard to a luxurious carriage. The Elven Guard stepped forward, knocked on the carriage door, and said, "Your Earl, Roy has arrived."

"Let him in."

The voice of an Old Elf came from inside the carriage.

The Elven Guard opened the carriage doors and gestured for Roy to come in.

Roy was examining the carriage. He hadn't paid much attention to the carriages in the Negotiation Team before, but now he realized that there were quite a few differences between them. This carriage, for example, looked ordinary, but it had many exquisite details, especially the carvings and decorations on the outside of the carriage, which were almost all extremely fine dark carvings.

Roy couldn't recognize the family crest on the carriage. The crest depicted a soaring griffin, a magical beast rarely seen on the Elf Continent these days, with most griffins kept as pets by Elven Nobles...

Roy looked down at his shoes and then climbed into the carriage.

From the outside, the carriage looked nothing special; it was just like any other four-wheeled carriage you'd see in Castleton City.

But when Roy stepped into the carriage, he discovered that the space inside was as big as four or five carriages, clearly indicating that it was Space Magic mastered by the elves.

There is a lounge inside the carriage. When you look into the carriage from the outside through the window, you can only see a row of seats at the very edge of the lounge. The space of the carriage extends backward along the luggage rack.

The reception room was furnished with four long rows of sofas, several single leather sofas in the corners, and a marble coffee table in the center. Even if a dozen elven officials gathered here, there would be no problem.

Besides the living room, there was obviously a bedroom inside.

An Old Elf dressed in aristocratic attire sat alone on the sofa, reading a report, with a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table.

Roy stepped into the carriage, Old Elf looked up and pointed to the sofa opposite him, inviting Roy to sit down.

"Have a seat, young man. Your name is Roy?"

"Yes, Earl Griffin."

Roy sat on the soft sofa, his hands touching the leather. The leather was so soft, like water, that sitting on it even created ripples. It was impossible to tell what kind of leather it was made of.

Earl Griffin stared at Roy with his wise eyes, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, exuding a strong aura of authority.

Roy calmed his breathing and asked Earl Griffin, "Your Earl, what brings you here?"

"Of course, I usually enjoy chatting with young people, as it helps me rediscover my long-lost youth. However, I've invited you here today because I have some questions I'd like to ask you." Earl Griffin smiled gently.

"Roy, I heard you were born in Castleton City?" Earl Griffin asked casually.

"Yes, my mother is Silver Moon Elf from Castleton."

"So, did you go to school?" Earl Griffin continued to ask.

"I'm currently studying at the Castleton Elf Academy. Our Adventure Group consists of Academy Instructor and students. We only go on adventures during holidays. This time, we came to Pattington Plane at the invitation of Earl Swynborne to investigate the slave traders hiding in the Rebel Army," Roy answered honestly.

Earl Griffin nodded and said to Roy, "You've done a great job, greatly assisting our negotiations. Your coursework at the academy must be very demanding, right?"

"Uh... that's true, I hardly have any free time," Roy answered honestly.

"Being able to enrich myself through learning is wonderful..."

Roy chatted with Earl Griffin for a long time about his life, and then Earl Griffin ended the conversation.

There was no reward as Nora had mentioned...

Roy couldn't understand. Did Earl Griffin really want to see him just to chat about everyday things?

After seeing Roy off, Earl Griffin remained alone in the carriage for a long time, lost in thought. Only when he looked up again did he give an order to the Elven Guard outside the carriage:

"Notify the other negotiators and ask them to come to me."

"Yes, Earl Griffin."

The guards received their orders and quickly summoned the other six negotiators.

Before long, the six negotiators arrived one after another in Earl Griffin's carriage. Among these negotiators, only Viscountess Yuffilia was a lady. As soon as she boarded the carriage, she glanced at Earl Griffin and immediately guessed what the Earl was thinking.

The other negotiators were confused as to why Earl Griffin had called everyone together.

Some even believe that Earl Griffin wants to put pressure on the Rebel Army tomorrow, making them abandon the idea of refusing the Silvermoon Elven Nobles to serve as governors.

How can one refuse to appoint Silver Moon Elf as governor on Silver Moon Elf territory? It's utterly absurd.

Everyone sat down on the sofa, and Duke Augus said to Earl Griffin, "These Rebel Army are outrageous! Not only are they harboring Slave Traders, but they're also refusing to serve the Silver Moon Elf administrators. What are they trying to do? Isn't having a public domain enough? These greedy bastards deserve to be taught a lesson with whips and sticks..."

"Earl Griffin, I have now investigated the actual combat strength of this Rebel Army. As long as we send a regular army, it will be easy to wipe out these Rebel Army."

After Duke Augus finished speaking, he gave Earl Griffin a slight bow.

Viscountess Yuffilia stood up angrily and said, "I know... we can wipe out this Rebel Army without spending much money, and we don't need to waste time dealing with them here... but... why are we still negotiating with them here?"

"This is a conflict among the elves. If it can be resolved peacefully, there is no need to start a war," replied one of the negotiators beside Viscountess Yuffilia.

"Moreover, this is a rich plane with lush forests, abundant with all kinds of Magic Herbs. Once a war breaks out here, it will be difficult to restore it to its original prosperity for decades to come," Viscountess Yuffilia continued.

"With a single word from us, we can mobilize the army to completely destroy this place, but who will rebuild it afterward? Me? You? Or all of you here?"

"Once these Half-Elf are imprisoned, Padesto may slowly become a ghost town..." Viscountess Yuffilia delivered a passionate speech.

The other negotiators sat around the room without saying a word.

However, most of the negotiators agreed with Viscountess Yuffilia's point of view.

"Now, this is where our disagreement with the Rebel Army lies! Because of the slave trade in Padesto City, they no longer trust the Silver Moon Elf governor, and we cannot allow a Half-Elf to serve as governor of this town. So how should we choose a governor?"

"How about we find a Dark Moon Elf or Wood Elf to serve as governor here?" one of the negotiators suggested.

"I agree with that!" the other negotiators chimed in.

Viscountess Yuffilia frowned and said, "It's already chaotic enough. Do we really need the Dark Moon Elf and Wood Elf to join in?"

Earl Griffin tapped the table with his finger, and seeing that all the negotiators had stopped arguing, the Earl said, "Everyone can recommend some candidates for town officials... Duke Augus, do you have a suitable candidate for mayor?"

"I'm sorry, Earl Griffin, I don't have a suitable candidate at the moment," Duke Augus quickly said, waving his hand.

Earl Griffin placed his hands on his knees, glanced at Viscountess Yuffilia, and then said, "Just as Viscountess Yuffilia just said, we want to restore the former prosperity of the Pattington Plane, not abandon it completely. That's why we've come here to negotiate with them..."

At this point, Earl Griffin's gaze fell on Viscountess Yuffilia's face.

Viscountess Yuffilia immediately understood Earl Griffin's thoughts, stood up from the sofa, and said to Earl Griffin:

"My Earl, I have a suggestion. There is a Half-Elf named Roy in our Negotiation Team. I would like to recommend him as the first mayor of Rampart Town."

Duke Augus frowned and questioned Viscountess Yuffilia, "Roy... how did a Half-Elf infiltrate our Negotiation Team?"

"They are members of the Investigation Team sent in by Earl Swynborne of the Seventeenth Legion," Viscountess Yuffilia explained.

Upon hearing the name Earl Swynborne, the surrounding negotiators paused, each pondering a question: was this Half-Elf named Roy someone Earl Swynborne had deliberately sent? "As far as I know, Miss Christine Swynborne is also in this Investigation Team, and Roy is a good friend of Miss Christine's..." Viscountess Yuffilia's information once again ignited the entire room.

The carriage suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Viscountess Yuffilia.

After a few seconds, they all raised their hands to say, "I agree!"

"Agree..."

Earl Griffin then cleared his throat and said to everyone, "Very well... Tomorrow we will propose a candidate for the new town governor to them."

Having said this, Earl Griffin said no more.

The negotiators also took their leave one by one...

At that moment, Roy, who was squatting by the campfire roasting a pineapple, never expected that he had been nominated as the governor of Rampart Town.

He stuck the pineapple-studded canopy into the fire and asked Instructor Nora, who was sitting next to him, "Instructor, look, we've found the Slave Traders among the Rebel Army. When can we go back to Castleton?"