"I hope you can show enough friendship to welcome us."
Among the grand envoy's procession, King Oro faced the Merfolk Envoys with a smile.
The old king's eyes were kind, and his voice was gentle and wise, giving one the feeling of a breath of spring.
The envoys nodded reluctantly; it was exactly this seemingly kind and gentle old king who posed a great difficulty for them.
Because of the death of the Unihorn, a massive fury had erupted in the Undersea Kingdom, burning fiercely as if it could not be extinguished without the Elves' concession.
Therefore, the Merfolk Envoys were uncertain about how their people would treat this visiting king.
King Oro gazed at the distant ocean and murmured,
"For centuries, I've visited the Undersea Kingdom multiple times, initially following my father. There, I made quite a few old friends, God bless, those were wonderful memories."
The Merfolk Envoys echoed his sentiments, while Po Han carefully noted every word of King Oro.
