"I hope you can show enough friendship to welco us."
Among the grand envoy’s procession, King Oro faced the rfolk Envoys with a smile.
The old king’s eyes were kind, and his voice was gentle and wise, giving one the feeling of a breath of spring.
The envoys nodded reluctantly; it was exactly this seemingly kind and gentle old king who posed a great difficulty for them.
Because of the death of the Unihorn, a massive fury had erupted in the Undersea Kingdom, burning fiercely as if it could not be extinguished without the Elves’ concession.
Therefore, the rfolk Envoys were uncertain about how their people would treat this visiting king.
King Oro gazed at the distant ocean and murmured,
"For centuries, I’ve visited the Undersea Kingdom multiple tis, initially following my father. There, I made quite a few old friends, God bless, those were wonderful mories."
The rfolk Envoys echoed his sentints, while Po Han carefully noted every word of King Oro.
King Oro continued casually,
"Besides the mission, I guess I’ll also visit my old friends, I hope you don’t mind."
These words did not stir any waves among the rfolk Envoys; it was quite normal for King Oro to have a few rfolk friends, not worthy of further speculation.
However, Po Han pricked up his ears, his gills flared, feeling inexplicably that sothing was off, yet he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
"Let it be so, may God bless us,"
King Oro said cheerfully.
His expression was as if there had never been any rift between the two races.
"God will indeed bless us, for we are brethren."
The rfolk Envoys also responded likewise, a phrase so common it couldn’t be more ordinary.
Gazing at the sea full of breaking waves, King Oro slowly said,
"Whatever we do, God witnesses..."
Po Han keenly sensed that this statent was profoundly aningful.
But no matter how he considered it, he could not discern the hidden ssage within.
The rfolk Envoy heaved a deep sigh, feeling his heartbeat accelerate for no reason, but at this point, he couldn’t stop King Oro from visiting the Undersea Kingdom, nor could he personally judge the Elf Prince Nimirda. He could do nothing but helplessly watch as King Oro’s figure disappeared into the ocean amidst a chorus of blessings.
"Oh God... protect the rfolk..."
Po Han involuntarily clasped his hands together.
Then, glancing around and suddenly rembering the presence of nurous Elves, he quickly added in a low voice,
"God... the righteous God, may you protect both races, letting our friendship endure forever..."
This prayer was just like a customary remark.
As if... it was inconsequential, hardly bearing any significance.
.........
After King Oro was dispatched to the Undersea Kingdom, for several days, rfolk Po Han counted the days until the trial in his cell.
King Simir had already announced to everyone in the kingdom that the final judgnt, deciding all the offenses of Nimirda, would occur in three days.
Po Han anxiously awaited this judgnt, fortunate that Nimirda’s father had already left the kingdom, and King Simir had almost no familial relation to Nimirda.
Rumors always swirled that King Simir was displeased with the Elf Prince.
This ant... this situation might finally et one of his most desired outcos—executing Nimirda.
Moreover, importantly, in order to prevent an Elves’ uprising, King Simir did not allow Nimirda himself to attend this judgnt.
Po Han felt a sense of having the upper hand.
"You are going to die, murderer..."
Po Han, gripping the iron bars, couldn’t help but boast,
"Soon, you will fall into Hell, repaying all your sins."
Nimirda glanced at Po Han, his expression usual, whether he was prepared for his fate or had given up struggling.
"I should remind you, even if you fall into Hell and suffer all the penalties, one day you can still be redeed and step into Heaven."
Faced with Nimirda’s lukewarm response, Po Han was instantly enraged,
"May you receive eternal punishnt there!
Even if you reach Heaven, you’d better fall back to Hell!"
"rfolk Envoy, it’s not up to you."
Nimirda smiled indifferently,
"Nothing is up to you."
How profound this statent sounded.
Po Han felt a touch of panic, yet when he tried to find a deeper reason, he was at a loss.
He could only drop a futile harsh remark and then pray in his heart for Nimirda to receive his just deserts.
..............
"What, what?!"
In the prison, rfolk Po Han couldn’t believe the news.
Po Han had been guarding the prison day and night, watching over Elf Prince Nimirda, and had not even attended the final trial.
But he heard a shocking piece of news from other envoys.
"King Simir’s judgnt is...
to exile Nimirda and his followers from Nus Kingdom?!"
Po Han trembled all over.
If it were just the exile of Nimirda, then the Undersea Kingdom had enough power to capture him and bring him back to the Undersea Kingdom, but to exile the Elf Prince’s followers as well...
This was undoubtedly an acquittal of Nimirda’s cris!
Po Han couldn’t believe this judgnt; just a short while ago, he thought he had the upper hand.
He rushed to the end of the prison cell, roared at Nimirda,
"Have you all gone mad?!
You are destroying the friendship between our two races!"
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