Rex himself did not stay in Outland for long.
After spending about three days there, he left.
Becoming Regent of the Kingdom of Gilneas had left Rex with a packed schedule. Had the matter in Outland not been so important, he would never have managed to spare a few days to come.
A pile of troublesome matters awaited Rex when he returned to Gilneas.
King Genn had freed himself completely from those burdens, leaving all the trouble piled on Rex's shoulders.
Rex's Manor had now become the busiest place around.
People constantly came and went, arriving to discuss matters with Rex.
The diminutive Patrick took short steps as he entered Rex's Manor.
"Your Highness, Patrick has arrived."
"Send him in."
"Yes!"
The footsteps receded. Before long, Patrick's short figure appeared before Rex.
"Well? How is the work on laying the telegraph cables progressing?" Rex reclined in a broad chair, lightly tapping the fingers of his right hand against the desk.
Tap, tap, tap, tap!
"The telegraph cables have all been successfully installed in Old Gilneas and the Tirisfal Glades," Patrick replied.
"None have been installed in the Eastern Plaguelands because of the unrest in the Western Plaguelands. What went wrong in the Hillsbrad Foothills?"
"Patrick, explain it to me properly." Rex's tone was anything but polite.
An ordinary person might easily have been fooled by Patrick's words, but that would not work on someone as experienced as Rex.
Patrick had spoken only of Old Gilneas and the Tirisfal Glades, without mentioning any of the other areas.
How was that any different from people who talked only about their strengths and never their weaknesses? How could such a petty trick fool Rex?
Rex was somewhat angered by this. He was not afraid of problems arising. What concerned him was someone like