The Holy Sword belonging to the Prince-Elector—Leg-Slicing Bite—is hanging at his waist.
Clearly, the person before us is the newly appointed Wolrich Prince-Elector, the lord of White Wolf City, Boris Todbringer.
"I didn't expect it would be Your Excellency Boris coming here," Laine remarked.
"What, not welcoming?" Boris's face was full of resilience and straightforwardness.
"Yes, not welcoming. Who knows whether you and your knights will cause any trouble during the knights tournament. I'd rather you and your band of White Wolf Knights stayed in White Wolf City, and the Cheetah Knights all stayed in the Leopard Palace without coming out!" Laine said helplessly. Boris's visit brought a whole regiment of White Wolf Knights and dozens of Cheetah Knights, along with several hundred followers. Judging by the scale of the diplomatic envoy, it was indeed too grand and elite.
Are these people truly here on a diplomatic mission, and not to make a show of power?
