"Machi!"
The green-robed Mage followed at Anfuni's side, his gaze darting toward the carriage from time to time, as though he wanted to pry into the secrets inside.
This uninvited guest made Ke'er giggle inside the carriage. Peering through the crack in the door at his excessively attentive manner, she said as if a wolf's tail were growing from his backside, "You mean that assassination attempt just now?"
Li Ziran smiled. There was no need to say more. Even if he had not personally directed it, he could not have been uninvolved. After all, Rooney's return to the Human Race was most detrimental to the interest groups behind him.
However, this person's appearance also delighted Li Ziran somewhat. It proved that his plan was feasible.
The interest groups behind the scenes clearly cared greatly about him. This man had followed the convoy, obviously waiting for an opportunity.
Of course, Anfuni would never let this poison Mage named Machi catch even a glimpse of Li Ziran. The tighter one kept a good thing hidden, the sweeter its fragrance became.
As the road grew smoother and smoother, it meant they had formally entered Human Race territory.
The scattered grass huts along the road had disappeared, replaced by clustered villages. The land, once broken into tiny scattered plots, had become vast cultivated fields.
This place had not escaped its hilly terrain, and traces of magical alteration could be clearly seen. The Human Race had used earth magic to fill valleys, move mountains, and even alter the courses of rivers.
Of course, what struck Li Ziran most was the humans themselves. They did not seem to welcome this Elven delegation.
The delegation's lineup was anything but modest; anyone could tell it was an Elven delegation. The negotiations between the two races had long become