Lord Mourinho said nothing, but merely shook his head with a smile............ His silence at this moment was more powerful and forceful than any explanation.
Liu Zhenhan understood that Mourinho knew long ago who the chosen observer of the fallen ceremony would be. Thus, the chief priest of the swan was completely unscrupulous, taking full advantage of the fallen elves’ desire to return to the surface. Liu Zhenhan could contain this, and so could Mourinho. What was most cunning was the Chief Swan actually tricked Liu Zhenhan, plunging his hard-earned plan into chaos.
What Liu hated most was that he should have been the one to lead these fallen elves around by their noses. But instead, the Chief Swan managed to get a piece of the action without even lifting a finger. If the fallen elves chose to settle at the foot of the Mount Tamerlarya, then Liu Zhenhan would have to accept the fact of their being his neighbors. Being neighbors with these fallen elves would bring no benefits to Liu Zhenhan, but rather hinder the advancement of Fiery Lotus, and sow seeds of instability. And indeed, the ruthless plan he had initially prepared was to completely uproot these fallen elves.
All of Liu’s prior efforts had been smashed to bits by the Chief Swan’s nonsense.
"Don’t be so modest, Chief Priest, this is something of great virtue and long-lasting benefit. I hope you can set a good example for us late comers." Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily, thinking he must push the Chief Swan into the fray. He was so mad at the Chief Priest that his teeth hurt, so of course, he won’t let him off so easily.
"Richard, I have to admit that the saying ’Ice is formed from water but colder than water’ fits perfectly for the observer of the fallen ceremony. Don’t forget, you are the pride of our six million Beamons, the spiritual idol of countless young priests and warriors." The Chief Swan shook his head lightly, presenting an extraordinary and cunning reason: "So, if you have decided your landing point on the surface is Donau Wasteland, then I would have to start preparing for your return to the surface, arranging various matters. Please forgive me, but I really can’t waste any more time."
"After much consideration, we feel that Donau Wasteland would be appropriate. As the Chief Priest has said, we have been away from the surface for ten thousand years, and the world above is completely unfamiliar to us. We should give ourselves some time to observe the world." Prince Moore and the Matrons exchanged opinions and concluded: "As for the fallen ceremony... there’s a saying that humans can plan, but only heaven can decide the outcome. Regardless of the result, as long as we keep trying, we may eventually be successful. We have the Forest Watchers and Lord Richard has a renowned artifact. It seems like heaven is showing mercy to us fallen elves, who have been imprisoned underground for over ten thousand years!"
"Then it’s settled. I will proceed to the surface to pave all paths for you. The coniferous forest at the foot of the snow mountain on the surface will be your beautiful home. I assure that you will fall in love with your new home." Mourinho laughed and played with the golden flute: "As for the Drows who believe in the God of War... Mother You Yue’er... what do you think...?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
"As long as it’s not more than twenty people, please feel free to bring them," Mother You Yue’er said generously. She also seemed to be trying to bridge the gap between them, using a few Dark Elves as gifts. It wasn’t too excessive.