Hill raised his eyes to look at the Magisters standing below, his expression stern and cold.
With a disdainful glance, he implied to them, "Enough of this nonsense, let's get straight to the point!"
"His Highness Gillenskjaern believes that you shouldn't be hostile towards the Elven Bloodline within your own body," Terry said staunchly. "Compared to a human king, the Forest of the Elves can offer you much more benefits. Even if you think the beastly bloodline within you is too overpowering, the Forest of the Elves is still wholly capable..."
Hill sighed and abruptly extended a finger, completely drawing out all the water from Terry's body.
Without even blinking, Hill gently blew a gust of wind, scattering Terry's ashes directly onto the remaining few people.
"Anything else?" Hill smiled. "Can you leave now?"
"Magister Terry was a student of his Highness Gillenskjaern. Your highness Polanio, this is too much!" A magister stepped forward, about to state his name, "I am..."
