Who would have thought that he would one day suffer at the hands of such a young junior...
The boy on the throne smiled faintly as he secretly guessed the identity of the mysterious Lord. From the looks of his subordinates, they were all high-quality wood elves and developers.
These two bloodlines were publicly acknowledged as one of the most difficult bloodlines to nurture, and there weren’t any large native families in the universe. If they wanted to nurture them, they could only do so from scratch through the aborigines.
Very few lords would do this. This was either because this lord was stupid and had a lot of money, or because the Aboriginals under this lord had extraordinary qualities... ... For example, their tolerance for these two bloodlines was stronger...
“Your Majesty?”
Just as the boy was thinking about these things, the subordinate who had been watching him laugh finally couldn’t help but ask, “What should we do next?”
