"If you can get the woman you love, this woman will also give you the highest rights of the Night Elves. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" The guest spoke quietly, as if he did not know what kind of temptation his words had for Savis. "Oh, I'm sorry, but let me correct you - if the plan succeeds, you'll replace Azhara as king, and she's only your queen. The risk of failure is only 50 percent for such a good thing. IMHO, if it weren't for the help of others, I think your future would be what I would say – a 100% loser. ”

Savis spoke: "If it were you, would you trust a stranger you met for the first time, and believe that he brought you a plan with a fifty percent success rate?" ”

The guest laughed. "Do you know why I'm so sure fate chose you?"

He paused, but Savis didn't take the deal he sold. So he continued. "Intelligent, ambitious, desired, self-restraint, but willing to do whatever it takes to achieve what you want - very ...... Ideal. ”

"I'm flattered by your assessment." "But that's not the answer I'm looking for," Savis said. ”

His persistence in the problem made the guest straighten up and put away his casual attitude. His upper body leaned slightly towards Savis, a move that made Savis feel oppressed for some reason. His gaze was straight on Savis. Only then did Savis notice that his eyes were completely different from those of the Night Elves. His white sclera was not like the Night Elves, but had a black iris with silver vertical pupils in the black.

These eyes seem to envelop the darkness and depth of the whole night, but they attract people's souls to unconsciously sink into them. Savis finally looked shocked, looked away and said in shock, "You're not a Night Elf!" ”

"It doesn't matter if it's not a Night Elf."

The guest did not let go of Sarvis's momentary panic, he pressed against Sarvis closely, his black eyes staring at Sarvis, but the words in his mouth were more firm than ever.

"If you really want to do something, even if it's only a 10 percent success rate, you'll be willing to give it a try. With a 50% success rate, it's a good way to take risks. If there is a 100% success rate...... You will inevitably be willing to do whatever it takes. ”

After a pause, he gave an unfathomable smile. "Unfortunately, even though there are many people in this world who are willing to do whatever it takes, there is no way to be 100% successful. Therefore, for a gambler, a 50 percent success rate can already make him happy and crazy and willing to take risks. In life, if you don't even have such an awareness, do you deserve to have the kind of thing you want? It's just what you value. I value what I want, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes, and I'm afraid my success rate is less than 1 percent, but even then I'm willing to give it a try. That's the answer I gave you, Savis. And what about your answer? ”

The many messy clues in the guest's quick words were carefully analyzed by Savis in his mind one by one. He probed, "Do you have something you want too?" What is it? ”

"All you have to do is know that it doesn't conflict with what you want - you know I'm not a Night Elf."

Savis thought for a moment and continued to probe, "Am I part of your plan?" ”

The guest laughed. "Very, very important part. Trust me, I want you to succeed more than you do. Well, you should know that I'm just like you - smart people don't need so much nonsense and temptation, just tell me the result. Savis, as far as our desires are concerned, we will never succeed by going the normal way, and I don't want me to work with a normal person at all. This program is only accessible to the craziest gamblers, and you, now, want to place a bet? ”

Sarvis pressed his eyes under his aggressive gaze.

The words of Azara's face appeared before his eyes again.

Fifty percent......

Fifty percent, fantasy will become reality. But if he fails, he will definitely die a tragic and desolate death.

Savis opened his eyes, and this time, he no longer ran away from the black eyes that hung above him. Savis looked the guest in the eye and said word by word, "What should I do?" ”

The guests looked at his sharp expression and straightened up. "For such a thing as conquering the opposite sex, either you have the appearance enough to make her fall in love, or you have the strength to make her surrender. Savis, what type of man do you think your empress prefers? ”

"Strength." Savis replied without hesitation. "Looks didn't matter to Azara, and she never thought that anyone of the opposite sex could outlook her. I want to be stronger, stronger than anyone else - including her. ”

"A natural request." The guest smiled. "It's just that I've heard a little bit about Aishara's strength. You have to overcome her strength, and you won't be able to do it for a while. ”

"Then what you said tonight, aren't they all teasing me?" Savis was furious, but he tried to keep his composure and gritted his teeth.

"The god you believe in is called Elune." The guest sat back in his seat, still relaxed to the point of being flawed. He turned his head to look at the full moon in the sky, and said something that had nothing to do with Savis. "However, Aishara doesn't like her."

Savis waited silently for the following.

Elune has a wide range of followers among the Night Elves. Although the Night Elves are a separate empire, the Luna Temple has no real power and does not interfere with the Night Elves' regime. But Azhara still didn't like it in her empire. Of course, her attitude can only be understood by the most trusting and intimate upper elves.

And Savis understands better than others. Juxtaposed with Elune, it seemed to others to be the embodiment of the Empress's supreme glory, but in fact, in the eyes of the proud Azhara, it was not honorable, but rather a great disgrace.

She is the one who brought prosperity to the Night Elves, and she is the one who brings peace to the Night Elves, and she rules over the Night Elves, for which she has devoted countless years of hard work and effort. And what did Elune, who was high up above, do? Why is she enshrined in the temple? Why should the people celebrate the festival in her name?

She is the one who brings people a happy life! These ungrateful untouchables!

"As a close minister of Azhara, I'll be disappointed if you don't even understand this." The guest looked back at him, waiting for his answer.

Savis knew that this was a test of his observation and understanding of Azhara. So he nodded decisively, revealing a conjecture he had never spoken before.