The guard turned, pushed open the side door, and hurried inside.
Lin Mo stood outside the door, thinking about what he should say next.
The Elves were different from the Holy Human Race.
With the Holy Human Race, he had his status as the "Holy Son" backing him.
Whatever Ryze thought privately, he had to show him some respect on the surface.
But here among the Elves, he was merely a representative of another race.
A representative of another race who had come seeking aid.
Elf Queen Ellari was an Elf over two thousand years old. She had seen more of the world than the number of seconds he had lived.
An Elf of her age was long past being swayed by words.
He could not use the same approach he had just used when talking to her.
He could not appeal to their friendship. The Elves' ties with Great Xia were nowhere near as deep as the Holy Human Race's.
He could not appeal to moral duty. After living for so many years, the last thing Elves lacked was the detachment that came from seeing through everything.
In that case, he could only appeal to their interests.
In less than two minutes, the guard returned.
"Her Majesty the Queen will see you."
The two heavy wooden doors slowly opened to either side.
Soft green light spilled out.
Lin Mo took a deep breath and followed Fendona inside.
The palace interior was far more spacious than it looked from outside.
At the far end of the palace, someone sat in a chair.
It was none other than the Elf Queen, Ellari.
She wore a long gold-and-white dress, her bearing cool, noble, and distant.
Fendona walked to the center of the hall and performed the formal Elven salute for a