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The fear and huge feeling of suffocation directly controlled Mousse, making her stand still and dare not move at all.

Even though she had rehearsed the action of assassinating Malekith countless times in her mind, her whole body was stiff at this moment.

The overwhelming fear and sense of oppression made her body feel as if it was frozen.

Even thoughts were frozen.

Malekith had no doubts and just glanced at Mousse to determine that she posed no threat at all.

The biggest problem for him now is the human being Wendlow.

Phoenix King Finubar must be hoping to return to the land of the Kingdom of Nagarythe, so give him time to gather his troops today.

Malekith cannot go back and needs to continue to stay in this place to keep putting pressure on the Phoenix Court.

Anyway, we are all elves, and the efficiency of replenishment provided by garrisoning and defending the city is not much different.

And of course the Kingdom of Nagarythe cannot be lost. If the Shadow King is allowed to come back and regain control of that piece of land, he would be besieged from two sides.

"Since you want Duruchi to regain control of the Kingdom of Nagarys, I will give you a chance."

Malekith walked up to his throne and gave his orders in front of all the senior dark elf officers present.

"I appoint this human as the steward of the Kingdom of Nagarythe, to manage the entire kingdom."

For humans, the word butler may be very advanced.

Whether in the Empire, Bretonnia or even Cathay, being able to become a steward to a great noble is a guarantee of rapid advancement.

But among the dark elves, the position of butler is not a good one.

Because all the nobles of the dark elves will devote themselves to military battles.

Production was left to slaves, and management was also left to slaves, but they were just the smarter ones among them.

They can indeed obtain a lot of resources, and they can also exercise power on behalf of their masters.

But this power is not stable. It can be granted or taken back at any time.

Just like the lackeys kept by the nobles, the other dark elves would naturally not cause trouble for Windlo, but they would not obey his orders either.

"I know there are some smarter beings among humans, but they still need help from Druki, right?"

As soon as Malekith appointed Windrow as the steward of the Kingdom of Nagarythe, he clapped his hands.

A woman in a long robe walked out from the darkness.

The same pointed ears, the same skin color, the revealing clothing and the staff in her hand fully revealed her identity.

It was the dark elf sorceress.

"She will assist you in managing the kingdom. You, Wendlow, should have no objection, right?"

As a businessman, Windlow is certainly not stupid. The sorceress is definitely not here to help him.

This must be a spy that Malekith had planted beside him, reporting to the Witch King at any time.

He didn't dare to have any opinion on this. He could only smile slightly and bow his head, thanking the Witch King Malekith for giving him the position and sending him the helpers.

Then three cold lizards were led out.

Apart from this, Malekith did not make any additional investment, and Windlow took office with only this little.

However, after leaving the tent, they did not head north to the Kingdom of Nagarythe, but headed south to Lothern, the capital of the High Elves.

"Human, perhaps I should express my own opinion."

The dark elf sorceress who joined the team was certainly not stupid, and she could definitely tell that the direction they were heading in was completely wrong.

However, there was one thing that Windlow misjudged. She was not a spy sent by the Witch King, but an exiled person.

Among the dark elves, betrayal and backstabbing are very common, and loyalty is extremely valuable.

Loyal people will naturally be rewarded, and disloyal people will naturally be punished.

The Witch King is not without a solution for those who are not sure whether they are loyal or disloyal. That is to temporarily exile them, make them leave the core of power, and then wait and see what happens.

This sorceress is one of them.

When leaving the tent, I had already started thinking about my own path.

Every dark elf is cunning and selfish, and is very good at taking advantage of other races for their own benefit.

"Mousse."

She opened her mouth softly and called out Mousse's full name.

"Moose Norristel, the second oldest in the family, committed some crime and should have been killed. Later, he was recorded as missing. Am I right?"

The sorceress almost memorized Mousse's ID number.

"And you wanted to assassinate the Witch King just now, right? Why didn't you do it? Are you afraid?"

In the tent just now, all the dark elves present focused their attention on Windlo and completely ignored the aura of Mousse.

But this sorceress had a grasp of everything, which allowed her to say such a sentence on the back of the cold lizard.

Wendlow also stopped immediately, and the three people at the scene fell silent.

"what do you want?"

Before Mousse could speak, Windlo turned around and looked at the sorceress.

She clearly had the opportunity to report Mousse's assassination attempt in the tent and receive a reward from Malekith.

But she chose to wait until there was no one around before saying this, and it was obvious that she wanted to discuss a deal.

If it is reasonable and the loss is not too great, Wendeloye is willing to pay for such a secret.

"Feiserin, Al Feiserin, is proficient in dark magic. Because of her ability, the Witch King is wary of her and cannot gain much benefit."

"For money and wealth? We can talk about that."

After hearing these reasons, Wendlow could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The dark elves are indeed a selfish race, willing to sell out everything for the sake of profit. Since she wants profit, then just give her the benefit.

This matter is very simple. It is just about dividing the money among multiple people. By the time the Kingdom of Nagareth is well managed and the pie is made bigger, it won't matter how much is divided.

The most frightening thing is that we start thinking about dividing the cake before the cake is even finished.

"Money and wealth? I do look forward to it a little bit, but this is my real goal."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sorceress immediately turned into a ball of black mist, moving quickly in the air, and in the blink of an eye she was behind Mousse.

But the former Lord of Fear's reaction was also not weak. He drew out his sword at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

However, when he tried to swing it, the black mist completely dodged him, and then the black mist turned back into the sorceress Featherin.

He pressed hard on Mousse's back, controlling her right hand, then immediately reached for her thigh and squeezed it hard.

"Moose Norristel, I found you."