Chapter 87: It's not an easy task

As the sun set on the kingdom, a hush fell over the land. The hustle and bustle of the day had given way to a peaceful quietude, broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves in the breeze. In the midst of this stillness, a lone figure stood, head bowed in gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord Elvis," he murmured softly, his voice carrying on the evening air. For this figure, like so many others in the kingdom, had reason to be thankful to the enigmatic Elvis.

For days on end, Elvis had been working tirelessly, using the mist gate to connect other races to their long-forgotten homes.

Some had been traumatized by humans in the past, and desired nothing more than to leave the kingdom behind. Others simply missed their old homes, and wished to return.

But the mist gate was not merely a means of transportation for the displaced peoples. The dwarves used it to transport precious mineral resources to the kingdom, ensuring that the economy continued to thrive. And all the while