Just as he was about to exit the room, Sif softly said, "Rupert, I'm very pleased with your work ability and loyalty, but please restrain some occupational habits that don't belong to intelligence personnel."
Rupert inexplicably broke into a sweat on his forehead, he didn't dare to wipe it, and just trembled as he replied:
"I, I, follow the orders!"
He really wanted to explain, but thinking of Sif's style, he held back.
Perhaps feeling the attitude was a bit harsh and afraid to chill the heart of a loyal subject, Sif softly said:
"Rupert, the age of the Elves is over, even if the descendants return, they must recognize reality; this is the era of a new epoch, and the old tribes are merely background."
"I will lead the people to the end, but they cannot be immersed in past glory and unable to extricate themselves."
Rupert had long confessed to Sif the reasons for his loyalty, and Sif did not hide her identity.
