Gray was fiddling with the chess pieces in the middle of the board, looking stunned, with the soul fire in his eye sockets twisted into a question mark.
Jones nodded knowingly and said to Gray, "Our purpose this time was to cooperate with the Blood Elves. We needed their ore, we needed them to ramp up production. According to what we knew, this wouldn't be an easy task. Blood Elves weren't like the Blood Clan, who were commercial creatures. They weren't hungry for gold coins. So, the price actually couldn't affect their decision. We had to use some other means."
"Like what?"
"Like friendship."
"And then?"
Jones sighed helplessly and could only continue, "What I mean is, Uncle William couldn't speak like he did when visiting High Court before. Blood Elves were a very conservative tribe. Maybe you were just joking, but they might take it seriously."
"But I wasn't joking, I didn't joke," Gray argued.
"That's worse..." Belle helplessly rubbed her forehead.
