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Chapter 1104: Rise of the Forest Elven Tribe I

"What can you tell us about your relationship with the New Primal?" A reporter of the Elven Union asked Lilica. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

She shifted uncomfortably on her chair and threw a glare at the Elven Elders. Until now, Lilica had no idea why they would force her to keep going with these types of interviews. Nobody was interested in them since the content of the interviews never changed. Years had passed since Michael ascended the Origin Expanse throne, yet they still asked about the New Primal.

"I have been working with the New Primal for almost one century now," Lilica sighed deeply while the Elven Elders behind the camera nodded vigorously, "I have been with him from the beginning. The EmeraldLeaf Adventurer team of the Forest Elven Tribe has been working for him since he was a Tier-1 Lord, and we established a business plan to help the New Primal valuable goods in exchange for weaponry and the like. You could say the Forest Elves were the first proper business channel of the New Primal."

Lilica cursed herself a little for almost everything she’d said but shrugged inwardly at the end. Her previous interviews hadn’t been much different than this, but she still couldn’t help but feel that they were taking advantage of Michael. And that those interviews were useless.

"Your relationship with the New Primal seems exciting. The Forest Elven Tribe must be glad to have a team like the EmeraldLeaf Adventurers in their rows," The reporter put on a professional smile, "If not for you and your colleagues, the Forest Elves would have never been able to increase their standing in the Elven Union. The New Primal’s supply of Soultrait Symbols and resources changed everything for the Forest Elven Tribe. What do you say about that? Do you think the Forest Elves deserve to be put on a pedestal with the High Elves?"

’What is wrong with that bastard?’ Lilica was having a hard time controlling her facial features. The reporter’s commentary changed from the script, his words hinting at something Lilica didn’t want to pick up.

"Would have never been able to? Deserve to be put on a pedestal?" Lilica asked in an icy tone, her eyes narrowed to tiny slits. She was still smiling professionally, but given the way the reporter flinched, Lilica must have looked scared for a moment.

The reporter didn’t say anything, but they kept recording.

"Don’t you think you went a little bit too far?" Elder Silram asked Lilica, who shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don’t really care. These reporters are slowly transforming into fierce flies. They’re still shitty and hover around dung but started to approach the dung of the nearby dragon just because he is hibernating."

"Calling yourself a dragon," Elder Silram clicked his tongue but smiled faintly.

He had been annoyed at the insinuations made by the last few reporters, just like his grand granddaughter.

"We have our copy of the recordings, so we shouldn’t be in trouble when someone comes visiting us to tell us off about how we’re treating the Elven Union’s reporters, but this will be annoying.

"’When’ and not ’if’?" Lilica asked, the corner of her lips curling upward.

"Yes, when. Because I know the Elven Union has been waiting for an opportunity like this. To be precise, their heads, the High Elves, have been waiting for an opportunity to crush us."

Lilica was now smiling like someone had given her a precious gift.

"They’re scared of us. Scared of getting replaced."