Soon, the news that some half-elf councilors and Elder Dilar were going to meet Her Majesty the Queen to "force the Queen to abdicate" spread among the upper class.
If the lower class of half-elves is pure isolationism and xenophobia (they don't understand "import and export trade", but they can understand "humans have made my life so miserable"), then the upper class is relatively more complicated.
Most people knew that Lusitania was an agricultural country, and that it would not be able to maintain its current standard of living without trading with outside human forces.
However, only those wealthy half-elf merchants who actually benefited from the trade clearly stated that they would oppose racial discrimination. As for those who did not benefit, most of them expressed an ambiguous and neutral attitude.
Of course, this didn't stop them from coming over to watch the fun.
As the news spread, by the time Dilar and his party arrived near the prison, hundreds of people had already gathered around them. Most of them were "unwavering" conservatives who wanted to cooperate with Elder Dilar to boost his momentum and put mass pressure on the queen.
As for the countless fence-sitters who had no intention of following in but wanted to be the first to know the negotiation results, they were now finding a place to wait outside.
Elder Dilar led everyone up the stairs, and two elven guards stretched out their spears and crossed them to block his way.
"I want to see His Majesty, get out of the way!" Elder Dilar said angrily.
"His Majesty is discussing something with an important person." Faced with the wrath of the demigod, the two guards were terrified, but they did not immediately give way to the entrance, but insisted.
"What important person!" Elder Dilar was furious, and the conservatives behind him also started to make a fuss:
"All your majesty's resolutions should be voted on and passed by the Elven Council. How can you collude with others in private?"
"Criminal cases are decided by the criminal courts. Your Majesty, is your meeting with the suspect alone biased?"
"Recently, members of the Council have been frequently assassinated. Your Majesty, instead of strictly enforcing law and order, you come to meet with the murderer. What does this mean?"
As the conservatives rushed forward aggressively, the two elven guards had no choice but to retreat again and again with pale faces until their backs were pressed against the outer wall, with nowhere to retreat.
"Why don't you get out of the way?" Dilar leaned his cane on the ground, and vines suddenly sprang out from the surrounding trees like poisonous snakes, entangled and pulled the spears in the hands of the two guards, disarming them on the spot.
The elven guards who had lost their weapons had to retreat to the side, while Elder Dilar had a frosty face, raised his cane and continued to walk inside.
Suddenly he stopped because a pretty girl with black braids and fair skin was standing inside the gate, holding a sword and blocking his way.
"No one is allowed in until the meeting inside is over," Peggy said coldly.
"You... You are a member of that human mercenary group!" A half-elf recognized her and shouted in panic, "You are locked in prison! Who let you out?"
"Your Majesty Maya has issued a pardon for us."
Peggy impatiently took out a roll of paper and unfolded it, which was stamped with the Queen's seal.