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Chapter 246 The Wizard King Has a Reward

"Izexi, and Feselin, where are they?"

There are a lot of things to do in the military and political aspects, but it’s not that they cannot be handled, it’s just a matter of time.

Windlow and Mousse can also have their own rest time, but when the two met this time, they both discovered a sharp problem.

That is, both elven wizards are missing.

The smell of shadow magic lingered in the air, which meant that the two of them had definitely left through teleportation magic and would definitely come back through teleportation magic.

Sure enough, just half an hour after Windlow and Mousse noticed something was wrong, the two appeared in the office together.

This time, the magician Hoss actually stood together with the sorceress. The two stood side by side, without any of the hostility and rejection of the past.

Instead, it seemed as if some kind of alliance terms had been reached. This situation made Mousse alert and he put both hands on his weapons.

Dark elves and high elves are incompatible. Although they will not completely reject each other, they will definitely be isolated from each other in all aspects of life.

A Hoethian magician and a sorceress standing side by side is enough to show the seriousness of the situation.

There was no avoidance at all, and the two even had an order of priority.

Featherin glanced at Izexi, interrupted the Hoss magician, and stepped forward first.

"Good news, Wendlo. For the sake of Mousse and our elves' traditions, I persuaded the Witch King and you will not be killed."

"I'm not lying to you. Before we came here, we two did consider how to make you disappear without anyone noticing, but the cost is a bit high."

Feselin spoke bluntly, which put pressure on Izexi who was standing beside her. Drucci was so stupid. He clearly had the opportunity to obtain more information and intelligence.

Now that it has been said, the two of them must complete their mission as soon as possible, which is to make Windlow disappear.

"You may have guessed it. How should I put it..."

"Your achievements are so great that they shock the master."

While Izehi was still preparing how to phrase his words, Windlow had already blurted out his prediction.

I know this kind of thing very well, and it's not just the elves who have political struggles in this world.

It is illegal to let outsiders control one's own race. The most important thing is that even though the two elves are still in the stage of preparing for war, no one has the time to deal with the Kingdom of Nagaryeth controlled by Windlow.

The elves are of course very familiar with the allusion that while the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

No matter how bloody the fight between the High Elves and the Dark Elves is, they will never cede their things to humans. It is absolutely impossible.

Standing up slowly, as an imperial businessman, Windlow had known that this day would come sooner or later.

He is even wearing soft armor now. Anyone who has experienced the internal political struggles of the empire must have such a keen sense.

But I am still grateful to the two elven wizards for tipping him off in advance. Otherwise, I would have no background or power, and the only people I could trust would be Mousse and the female ratman. No one would care if I accidentally disappeared.

"I am willing to transfer power peacefully. It depends on who of you can give me more benefits."

This was also something that Windlow had thought of long in advance. After all, he was a human businessman.

If I were an elf, I would be able to more or less reach the position of a noble, but sorry, my identity as a human determines everything.

But there is another advantage. Since we are doing business, and we have done so many things before and after, and everyone has put the problems out in the open, then we can talk about the compensation.

"Very good, the reward is simple."

Featherin was the first to step forward.

"I can take you directly to see the Witch King. You can put forward any conditions to him, but remember not to go too far."

The Phoenix Gate Fortress is not far from the city of Tal Anlek, not to mention that Featheryn is also a very powerful sorceress.

After a while, Featherin, Windlow, and Mousse appeared together in the meeting room of the Witch King Malekith.

The king of all dark elves naturally saw the whole picture at a glance.

"Yes, it seems that the matter has been settled. You will not stay in the Kingdom of Nagarythe. Tell me, what benefits do you want?"

Political deals are very simple for smart people. They just state demands that are acceptable to both parties and then complete the deal without any bargaining.

"Yes, I will leave the Kingdom of Nagarythe. As a reward, I would like to ask the Witch King if he remembers a fear lord who was punished many years ago."

Windlow spoke in a flat tone. Although he was indeed sitting at the negotiation table, he had basically no bargaining chips in his hands and was completely at the mercy of others.

If that's the case, there won't be much benefit that can be gained, or even nothing substantial.

"The name of that dread lord is Mousse."

"Moose? As I recall, she was a Dread Lord before, right?"

The Witch King Malekith spoke in a calm tone, but his expression was slightly doubtful beneath the metal mask.

There were so many dread lords among the dark elves, who on earth was this Mousse? He had no impression of him at all, as if he was just a minor character not worth mentioning.

At the same time, I was also a little happy, as I was just a small role.

If there is a grudge, the Witch King Malekith can issue a killing order. If it is a debt problem, the Witch King Malekith does not mind writing a personal letter.

It only takes a few words to expel the human named Windlo from the Kingdom of Nagarythe in a legal and safe manner.

"Lord Witch King, you demoted Mousse before. I hope you can reinstate her and restore her status as the Lord of Terror."

"that is it?"

You know, the nobility of the dark elves are not worth much.

Compared with the hereditary nobility of other races, the social mobility of the Dark Elves is very large, and every ordinary Dark Elf has the opportunity to become a Dread Lord.

What Windlow did was just to give a man named Musome the false title of Lord of Terror?

A Dread Lord who has no military power can really be appointed at will without any harm.

"Okay! I declare that Mousse is the legitimate Dread Lord of Duruchi, and I give her a complete set of Dread Lord equipment. Come up now and receive your reward."

A complete set of Dread Lord equipment is not particularly valuable, it is just standard equipment equivalent to more than 200 gold coins.

Mousse was very surprised. She knew very well that the chances of being rewarded by the Witch King were very rare, but why did Windlo waste such an opportunity in exchange for a chance to prove himself?

The equipment of the Lord of Dread was soon returned to Mousse's hands. From now on, she was once again the incomparable lord in battle.

Wendlow patted her shoulder.

"Forget about hatred and revenge. It's time for us to leave."