The old servant Gav listed the tasks around Long Yi one by one.
"Elves... When I first became Emperor, I was full of ambition, but they didn't give me any face, they just blasted me out." The Emperor recalls the elves, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
"But even so, is Long Yi worthy of Your Majesty's favor?" Old servant Gav looked at the blood-stained handkerchief in the Emperor's hand, somewhat puzzled.
"You noticed my favor too? I thought I was quite subtle." The Emperor laughed.
"It's so obvious! Among all the empires on the continent, which bastard can survive after hitting the emperor?" Gav raged.
"Well, isn't there one?" The Emperor flicked his hand, and the handkerchief in his hand instantly burned to ash.
"Your Majesty, are you hiding something from me?" Gav suddenly asked.
"How could that be, Master Gav?" The Emperor shook his head with a smile.
