Roy stared at her for a while before nodding.

"Since you have nothing to say, what should I do according to my rules? The answer to your question just now is Wigofotz. I have obtained all the information about you from this middleman, such as you sent the Squirrel Party to attack the North to gain the trust and commitment of Emperor Nifgad, and let him help you seize ownership of the Hundred Flowers Valley after the outbreak of the Second War and help you re-establish the Elf Kingdom."

"The trick of sowing discord is too bad. He can't betray me!"

The woman suddenly tightened her slender eyebrows and looked at him with her head tilted. A trace of anger flashed in her bright eyes, as if she heard a relative and friend being slandered and humiliated.

"You are right, he did not take the initiative to sell it. But there is a lot of evidence in the legacy he left behind, proving that you have colluded with the South."

"Legend? Do you mean Wigofortz is dead?" The woman shook her head gently, "Just you, an ordinary witch hunter?"

Roy shrugged indifferently and sighed, "I was not a match for Vigo at that time, but his wolfish ambition was too inflated and offended the gods. In the end, he was tragically annihilated by the aurora of the universe, and there was no scum left! If he hadn't died, how could he give up the power in the association?"

The woman was a little unacceptable for a moment, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her eyes turned and she fell into thought.

Roy waited for a moment,

"It's my turn. Madam, I hope you must answer questions honestly and thoroughly, otherwise the conversation will be difficult to continue."
Chapter completed!