Shi Wu stood silently outside the gates of the Elf Royal Palace, having already delivered the Broken Sword. The matter of compensation had also been settled in subsequent discussions with Salian.
Now, he only waited for the elves to send someone to lead him out of the forest.
It's not that he didn't know the way, but as an outsider, he couldn't traverse Ishildorin on his own.
After all, unlike his master, he didn't have the privilege of freely coming and going in the elves' territory.
Rustle——
Remembering what he had seen and heard before, he couldn't help but click his tongue.
Galadriel had actually shed tears out of sorrow for his master, something he had never known about the relationship between his master and Galadriel before.
But it also made him realize why borrowing the sword back then had been so easy.
If Galadriel could be his master's wife, Shi Wu thought it wouldn't be bad at all.
Rustle——
