At the entrance to the inn restaurant, Viesel stood in a crisp standard military uniform, smiling at Roy.
He already possessed the distinctive bearing of a Dark Moon Elf soldier, his entire body radiating a sharp, formidable aura.
After several years apart, Viesel had grown much more mature.
Viesel sat across from Roy and said frankly:
"I've heard a little about you over the past few years.
"The elves of the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom call you Boss Roy. They say you control the abundant mineral deposits and magic herbs of the entire Pattington Plane.
"Many Imperial Merchants have to buy magic herbs from you. Some time ago, I heard the Pattington Plane was going to be forcibly sealed off.
"I thought you would stay over there and continue running your businesses, but I never expected you to remain on the Elf Continent."
A waiter brought over a cup of lemon tea and set it before Viesel. Viesel waved a hand, signaling that he could leave.
The Dark Moon Elf waiter immediately left...
Only then did Roy say:
"The Plane War on the Pattington Plane has ended."
Viesel had just reached for his teacup. Hearing Roy's words, his fingers touched the cup and were thoroughly scalded.
He quickly pulled his hand back and stared at Roy with wide eyes.
"The war on the Pattington Plane is already over? Then why would the Silver Moon Elf nobles abandon that place?"
Roy spread his hands and said with a smile:
"Though it wasn't my doing, the war crisis over there has indeed ended."
"The sea demon race defeated the Dark Faceless One Legion."
"More than two million Half-Elves are still living on the Pattington Plane."
"Although the Pattington Plane is rich in resources, it is far more backward than the Elf Continent.