Within a pavilion, a cold and arrogant-looking Elf with blood-red eyes looked at the protective screen and said, "Who are you? Why do you want to meet this Prince? Do you really have the power to make this Prince the King of the Full Moon Kingdom?"
"Of course. That's a small matter, but you have to pay a price," a clear and cold voice sounded out from outside the protective screen.
Hearing this, the Elf felt a bit unconvinced. After all, becoming the King of a Kingdom was no small matter, yet that person had talked about it so casually as if it was incredibly easy.
"Haha, this Prince does not believe your words at all; you're too overconfident!" the Elf Prince said as he coldly laughed. He would not trust a person who had appeared out of nowhere, or he would not even know how he had died.