The Alliance bustled with activity once again.
Following Rex's invitation, every kingdom had responded, confirming that they would send representatives next month.
Their replies put Rex's mind at ease.
Rex had worried that, not knowing what a telegraph was, they might be reluctant to attend the exhibition. Even if they came, sending representatives of too low a rank would seriously undermine its impact.
Sending a message between the Kingdom of Gilneas and the Kingdom of Stormwind, for instance, took an entire day. By then, it would be far too late. The delay had enormous consequences.
With firm replies in hand, Rex returned to his leisurely routine.
His daily schedule was regular. He got up in the morning and exercised, then ate breakfast. Afterward, he went to the Royal Palace to persuade King Genn, then returned to his mansion to read.
Occasionally, he added a visit to the barracks, but otherwise his routine barely changed.
Time passed slowly, but the agonizing week of waiting finally ended. That morning, Rex stood in his courtyard, looking up at the sun and feeling the cool breeze against his face. His fingers twitched as he carefully counted the days and realized that a week had passed.
It was time to visit the Warcraft System world.
The goblin had returned. With that realization, Rex could no longer stay put. He immediately turned, walked into his house, and gently lay down on his soft bed.
"Rex, what are you doing?"
"You only just got up, and now you're lying down again?" Rona, who was sitting in the room looking into a mirror, stared at him in mild surprise. She had not expected him to return to bed so soon after getting up.
His behavior seemed completely out of place, nothing like his usual habits.
Normally, Rex was