General Imster looked at the young imperial man whose attitude was unusually forceful. He was convinced that this fellow, who spoke fluent Elven Language, was an imperial man. Elves would never be so confrontational and downright rude.
Over the years, many Half-Elf slaves had been shipped out through Boles City on Durag's West Coast. The Gray Dwarves had seen plenty of those timid, submissive pointed ears. They were all cowardly weaklings, and Imster had never been talked back to by an elf like this.
He was somewhat enraged and desperately wanted to grab Thor's Hammer hanging at his waist and smash it into this fellow's head, thoroughly knocking some sense into him.
If the Chief of Staff beside him had not tightly gripped his arm, he might already have rushed forward to fight the young imperial man before him.
"General Imster, do you remember what we just discussed?"
The Chief of Staff spoke swiftly to the particularly impulsive general.
The Gray Dwarf Official beside Roy hurried forward as well, stopping the heated General Imster and signaling that he would handle the communication with the Half-Elves from here on.
The Gray Dwarf Official first wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had not expected their first contact to turn out so unpleasantly.
The main reason was that, for a very long time, vast numbers of Half-Elves had been sold everywhere as slaves. Most Gray Dwarves had looked down on this weak and easily bullied group of Half-Elves from the bottom of their hearts.
Now, this group of Half-Elves had suddenly become tough overnight, and many Gray Dwarves had yet to fully accept that fact.
But two million Gray Dwarves wanted to migrate to Galuo Island in the Seven Realms Sea. A long stretch of that sea route was currently under