Prince Morton spoke as he ran for his life.
Watching his younger brother's somewhat bedraggled back, Wright could only laugh and cry at the same time.
Still, Prince Morton's words had indeed given him some ideas, while greatly easing the anxiety in his heart.
Indeed, as long as he was still around, he could keep the Elf race's foundation secure. Even if they were somewhat passive in terms of influence, it could not really be considered a major problem.
As a long-lived race, the Elf race possessed immense lifespans. Temporary gains and losses meant little to them; they could simply wait a few hundred or thousand years and see.
By then, it would be hard to say which side held the dominant position in this alliance.
With that thought, Wright came up with a plan.
"Dazhou Ministry of Foreign Affairs' Kong Daqian, at your service, Elf King."
On the new day, Kong Daqian, now practically growing younger with every passing year, made his first contact with the Elf King, Wright, as the diplomatic representative.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wright quickly got to the point and told Kong Daqian about the predicament they were currently facing.
Kong Daqian was exceedingly experienced in handling such matters. He could even say that he had already formed a guess before setting out.
Now, Wright had barely begun when Kong Daqian had essentially confirmed his own speculation.
Nevertheless, Kong Daqian patiently listened to Wright's entire account before throwing a question back at him.
"Then may I ask whether His Majesty the Elf King needs Dazhou to do anything?"
Kong Daqian directly handed the topic back to the other party instead of immediately telling him what they could or could not do.
This surprised Wright, and for a moment, it truly left him at