"Richard, I really regret it if that's what you think! We, the Fallen Elves, have always been good to you; we even planned to marry the princess to you. What more do you want?" Prince Benitez asked with a long face, "You've brought so many people here, are you really planning to start a war?"
"I don't want anything else! I want compensation for emotional distress." Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily: "Just give me the aerial platform, and we'll call it even! Forget about the princess, the more I think about it, the less interested I am!"
"Impossible!" The matriarchs and the prince shouted together.
"Impossible? Hehe, then let me give you a preview!" Without turning his head back, Liu Zhenhan waved his hands lightly.
Fifteen Zeppelin Aircraft emitting puffs of steam, their spiral propellers whirling and creating a small tornado, turned a corner in front of Lusen City, and then turned back, forming a straight line formation in the sky.
