Chapter 222: [222] Half-Ear
Ash had a similar reaction, but he failed to hide it as well as Eliron. His eyes were wide, and his jaw clenched tightly.
Half ear... It sounded harmless, if you didn’t know the origin... but once you did, they you would know just how severe the insult had been.
To make sure the reputation of the wood elves wars completely destroyed, the high elves shared these slaves among humans, fae and even the dwarves.
But a new trend began to spread among the lords. People who could not care to remember how their slaves looked, decided to leave a mark on them.
Eliron’s gaze darkened.
The Grand Marshal was standing up to apologize, but before he could even get up from his chair, Eliron vanished.
Kek—!"
King Darius’ eyes narrowed as he stared at Eliron. ’I barely saw him move.’ Although he had not been on his guard, the ability to move that fast...
But in this case, Darius had a feeling that Eliron was just as strong as Alexander had said. Maybe even stronger...
’Fix this!’ He screamed with his eyes. They needed Eliron, not having him would be a serious blow to their defence!
"Tell me general, do you know the meaning of those words?"
"Hey, control yourself, you are in the presence of the king!" One of the knights barked, just before he unsheathed his blade, all the other knights doing the same.
The first guard grabbed Ash’s shoulder to curtail him first, but just as he did, Ash’s aura flared violently.
Swish—!
He held the man’s shoulder, shifted his foot, and in an instant, the man was flying through the air.
The guard was planted on the floor, Ash’s sword grazing his neck.
But now, even his attendant?! His aura was nothing less than that of a first stage Minor commander!
"My lord, please forgive his travesty. He was not informed of the origins of the slur." The Grand Marshal clasped his hands together and bowed in apology.
The grand marshal swallowed and glanced the thr dying noble, unsure of what to say. While his mind was racing for a proper reply, to his surprise, Eliron dropped the man.
Killing him would be going too far. There was far too much to gain for him to risk killing the noble.
But to Eliron, his words were nothing but babblings of a desperate fool. It was beneath him to be offended by the words of such a man.
The noble had given him such a golden opportunity! He would be a fool to not capitalize on it!
"I am greatly offended by your noble’s words, King Darius."
Eliron dramatically ran his hand through his face and slowly shook his head.
"Wait!" The marshal immediately called out, causing Eliron to stop.
Eliron did not bother to look back. "I do not believe I can work with you. How can I assure the safety of my people if there are people like that man in your group?"
He had already tried to get Alex to talk to Eliron, but the prince seemed keen on seeing how things would play out.
Eliron shook his head.
The guards grabbed the half-conscious man and dragged him out of the room.
Just as he finished speaking, Eliron smirked.
The grand marshal blinked.
"Dagon." Eliron said simply.
Silence...
"Lord Eliron, could I ask who Dagon is?" Ariel asked when they had walked far enough.
Eliron chuckled. "He’s just a dwarf, nothing too important..."
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Alex tiredly shook his head and frowned. He too was in a similar state of mind as the Grand Marshall.
The man quickly scrambled to his feet and went back to his post.
The Grand Marshal shook his head. "He asked for Dagon, the blessed, your grace. The dwarf responsible for designing the Kingdom of Donia centuries ago."
It was said that he often traveled through kingdoms, looking for a challenge worthy of his talents.
But about a century ago, before the grand marshal was even born, it was said that he went to work for an emperor in the east, the supreme king...
"Basically..." Alex spoke after the grand marshal finished explaining the situation to the king. "It would be much easier to recruit the devil than to get Dagon to work for anyone."
’He says that, but he just wants a spat with him doesn’t he?’ The marshal thought, just before he nodded and said:
"Please, do not speak as though the meeting is finalized, Grand Marshal." A deep, confident voice sounded as one of the nobles stood up.
Much like the marshal, the man had grey hair that had been styled neatly, but that was where the resemblance ended.
Warren Silver, the lord of Rothekther.
It was no exaggeration to say that this man held great influence over the nobles. This man... was also his brother.
"Even a minor commander would have done that, Reginald. Or has the war dulled your senses?"
Still, his brother must have sensed that Eliron was far stronger than he let on. Yet, he was still being difficult.
"I understand your concerns, my king. But do we really need to go through these lengths to recruit one man?"
’This is going to be difficult.’