"Richard, why are you dressed like a Druid today? And this is…?" Prince Benitez's gaze turned to the elder of the Shepherd-tree people.
"This is an old Giant friend of mine who, like me, loves the Druid style and plays around with it when he's free." Liu Zhenhan bluffed effortlessly. As a member of the Fallen Tribe that was exiled before the war of gods and demons, it was impossible for either Moore or Drow's historical records to have mentioned the Ents, the Shepherd of the Trees. He just went on with his bold story.
Elder Cruyff cracked a smile.
His Highness the Prince and the eight mothers didn't focus much on the Shepherd-tree people, their attention was more on sizing up the even taller and burlier Giants with a hint of concern in their eyes, though they maintained cheerful faces and gestured the Feilengcui Lord to come in.
