Chapter 574 Is His Majesty a Pragmatist?
There were nearly a hundred free elves in Oslo, and eventually more than twenty of them chose to stay with Kabul to protect the sacred land in the hearts of the elves.
Seeing these carefree and unrestrained elves, Xirui felt ashamed. Fortunately, Oslo would no longer lack food. The small hunting grounds around the city could support dozens of elves. Moreover, whenever a Great Xia ship arrived at London Port, it would bring supplies to these elves who were guarding the honor of the elven race.
"Uncle Kabul, we will be back! Please believe us!" Before leaving, Xirui solemnly said to the aged Kabul.
"I believe that Prince Qin Mo is a man of his word. He said he would come back to help us. I never expected His Highness to fulfill his promise so quickly. I am not old yet, and I firmly believe... I will live to see the day when the royal court is rebuilt!"
The old elf pushed the last few reluctant elves onto the ship, then resolutely turned and left the port towards Oslo. Cloudy tears streamed down his wrinkled face, and his aged body stretched as straight as he could, maintaining his upright posture.
Everyone knows how difficult it is to rebuild the royal court. The orcs preserved this small piece of peaceful land only to avoid the retaliation of powerful elves who ventured into the world. However, if a large number of elves or humans entered Oslo, it would be absolutely intolerable. In that case, war would be necessary to determine who truly owns this land.
"Clan Chief, are you really going to meet Prince Qin Mo? What if he is... His Majesty? We deceived him... He will kill us!"
"No, if he were His Majesty the Emperor, he would definitely help us. He needs his subjects to support him in becoming Emperor again. I'm just afraid... he's not His Majesty..."
Nelia was already a Saint-level powerhouse, and her senses were incredibly sharp. How could she not see the resistance that Xirui and the others had towards her? If Qin Mo hadn't been possessed by Emperor Achilles, would he have submitted to her, the Elf King of the royal court, after receiving the Moon Palace's inheritance?
Nelia ultimately chose to travel on Ciri's large frigate, while Eudora followed behind with her own vessel, the Moonshadow. Anything could happen on the high seas, and she didn't want to play a game of chase on the open ocean, even though she had enough confidence in her Moonshadow.
Who designed and built this ship?
“My lord, this was designed by His Highness the Prince and built by my brother, Siman. It can unfurl twelve mainsails and its speed is comparable to that of the Elven race’s fast ships.”
"Designed by Prince Qin Mo? Since he is of elven royal lineage, how could this ship be so crude?"
Nelia had initially thought that these ships were built with the assistance of the elves, but now that she knew they were designed and built by the elves, and looking at the meager decorative patterns on the hulls, she immediately felt that the ships were crude and vulgar, a disgrace to the elven royal family.
“My prince always says he is a ‘pragmatist.’ He never deliberately pursues things that are superficially glamorous but have no practical use. Everything he does is to make our lives better and to make us stronger.”
Xi Rui glanced at Nelia and continued proudly, "Moreover, His Highness Qin Mo has kept his promise. Now, the elves who are stranded in the East all go to Da Yuan to seek his protection. We are no longer persecuted. Now in the East, even the weakest elf will not be targeted by anyone. His Highness Qin Mo and Lord Allen have won back the dignity we deserve."
A sharp aura rose from Nelia, then subsided.
She fell silent. She knew that Xirui's words were somewhat of an allusion to the Royal Court's neglect of the abandoned elves of the Western Continent. But the Royal Court had indeed failed in its responsibilities. Sending a powerful elf to travel the world every few decades was merely a pale way of demonstrating the Royal Court's existence, offering little real help to the elves abandoned on the continent.
But Qin Mo, whom they were talking about, won the elves' love and respect in a different way.
"A pragmatist? That's an interesting title... Could His Majesty the Emperor be a pragmatist?"
The usually resilient Nelia was unusually lost in thought, and it wasn't until the Grand Marshal's escort ship arrived at London Port that she snapped out of it.
The once quiet London port was now in an uproar, with a large crowd surrounding a high platform, shouting and hurling insults at each other.
These people who were shouting and cursing without regard for their image were not street thugs. Judging from the badges on their bodies, envoys from the Kingdom of Normandy, the Grand Duke of Normandy, the Kingdom of Prussia, and even the Grand Duke of Burgundy had joined the noisy and angry chorus.
The name of the Rose of Windsor was still very effective. After receiving Isabel's notification, these bigwigs in the northern West Continent, despite their skepticism about the large amount of Eastern goods that suddenly appeared in London, still sent envoys or caravans to support the new queen of the vampires.
Then they saw dozens of ships carrying high-end goods from the Great Xia Dynasty: gorgeous silks, transparent glass, exquisitely detailed silver mirrors, and intoxicating spices, all of which left the representatives of various forces dumbfounded.
As a free port, the Port of London allowed free trade between the two parties. Queen Isabella, as the landowner, only collected a portion of the tax as a "protection fee" to ensure the smooth conduct of the trade. Of course, this tax was quite hefty, with each party contributing ten percent of the value of the goods.
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