Zhou Xu's words left Wright visibly stunned.
Hadn't they agreed to have Morton become the Elf King? How had he suddenly become His Majesty's assistant?
Wright cast Zhou Xu a bewildered look, while Zhou Xu blinked at him, signaling for Wright not to worry.
Before Wright could think any further, Morton's voice rang out again.
"Your Majesty, I'm not capable enough. I'm afraid I can't be Your Majesty's assistant."
The boy clearly didn't want to work. He even seemed determined not to yield an inch.
"Prince Morton, you've read The Emperor's Annals, haven't you?"
"..."
Without waiting for Morton to answer, Zhou Xu continued on his own.
"There is a line in that book that says, 'Those who do not work shall not eat.' Put simply, people who don't work don't get to eat."
"Prince Morton was able to spend his days doing nothing because of the allowance your elder brother Wright gave you. But if your elder brother stops supporting you in the future, will you still be able to maintain a life like that?"
Wright's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this.
That's right. Morton has no job, so he has no income. If I stop supporting him, he won't even have a single Copper Coin in his pocket. There's no way he'll be able to maintain his previous lifestyle.
In that moment, Morton's mind was much sharper than his elder brother's, and his reaction was even faster.
If his elder brother stopped supporting him, then forget about rent—he wouldn't even be able to afford food.
Realizing this, Morton hurriedly turned to look at his elder brother, trying to awaken his familial affection.
Instead, what met his eyes was the sight of his elder brother staring with shining eyes, as though he had suddenly seen the light.