In the blink of an eye, only Livlin and Rayne remained in the living room.
Facing the enraged Rayne, even Livlin, who had shared intimate relations with him, was trembling with fear. However, after seeing Rayne teleport the two clansmen and the Phoenix King's envoy away, she noticed the expression on his face quickly calm down. He did not look angry at all, as if he had merely been putting on an act.
No, he had been putting on an act!
Livlin was absolutely certain. Watching Rayne deep in thought, she said worriedly, "Rayne, I don't approve of Oruan's elves coming to the New Continent and taking away our benefits either, but you shouldn't have provoked them with the origin of the Trolls."
"If I hadn't been more decisive, they would have thought there was still room for negotiation." Rayne replied dismissively, "It's better to offend them thoroughly and save ourselves the trouble."
"It isn't worth it."
Livlin still felt that he had gone too far. "We could have negotiated with Oruan instead of making enemies of them directly."
"If they dare attack the New Continent, then let them come." Rayne shrugged indifferently. "If Oruan's elves had the ability, they would have come to reclaim the New Continent long ago."
That was the powerful confidence brought by strength.
Livlin stopped trying to persuade him, but as an elf, she still felt somewhat regretful. She let out a sigh. She did not want to become enemies with her own people.
Rayne suddenly laughed. "Perhaps this is exactly the outcome the Phoenix King wanted."
"What do you mean?" Livlin could not understand.
"The High Elves have worse tempers than a toilet, but they aren't idiots. The Phoenix King, who sits above them all, is even less likely to make such a mistake.