After the middle-aged elf finished speaking, the expressions of the several elf ministers beside him grew even more solemn. An Emperor represented the pinnacle of Apocalypse World. Petty duchies like theirs were not even qualified to carry his shoes.
Though they did not wish to admit it, this was an unchangeable fact. Before an empire, such a duchy was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed beneath a foot at any moment.
"But why would someone of such noble status appear in such a remote borderland?"
At this thought, the middle-aged elf's heart sank. He ordered them to keep watch on news from the surrounding worlds. The ministers immediately turned to carry it out, for they understood His Majesty's meaning as well. "With an Emperor descending upon us, I fear some earthshaking event is about to unfold!"
On the road, Zhao Fu looked helplessly at the little fatty clinging to his leg and said, "Are you going to get moving or not?"
The little fatty shook his head vigorously and pleaded, "Big Brother! Please take me in! I can already refine fifth-tier pills. I'll refine medicine for you every day, and I can run errands too!"
Hearing this, Zhao Fu was somewhat surprised. He had not expected the little fatty to possess some skill.
This made Zhao Fu hesitate slightly. After thinking it over, he said, "My status may not be as noble as you imagine, and I'm going to an extremely remote place that you may not be able to leave once you enter. Don't regret it afterward—I'm making this clear in advance."
Grinning, the little fatty immediately got to his feet and dusted off his trousers. "I understand! That's no problem. I don't have anywhere to go anyway. Big Brother, I'm sticking with you! Oh, and