When I heard that the business was coming, I quickly sat upright and said, "Yes, there are too many doubts here, Grandma Yalandlan, I don't even know where to start."
After saying that, he pretended to blink pitifully and looked at the old man in front of him, barely squeezing out a few tears.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because of my little selfishness, I kept it from you for so long. In fact, you have the right to know about this, especially Her Highness Alice."
"In other words, the rights of this saint have been violated? This is no small matter, Grandma Yalandlan, you have to explain it clearly, and if possible, provide some compensation or something... Wow!"
Before I finished speaking, I finally struck her head with my sword.
Look at her tone, her demeanor, how could she be a noble and kind-hearted saint? She is clearly a village cadre who doesn't know how to live and breathe.
"Oh, you idiot, Xiaofan, this saint is obviously trying to fight for your interests." The little ghost covered his red forehead and stared at me angrily.
After hearing what she said, my heart softened. I didn't care about Yalandlan watching, so I stretched out my hand to rub the little saint's forehead, showing an apologetic look. Although her behavior was bad, after all, this little saint was always there for me. For your own sake.
"What's Xiaofan's is mine anyway." When I felt weak and guilty, the little saint added this sentence, which immediately left me speechless.
"Hahaha, it's so good to be young. Seeing you two makes my old bones feel refreshed." Seeing me arguing with the little ghost, she was so angry that she couldn't speak. He smiled with interest.
"Let's get down to business, but before explaining, Your Highness Alice, could you please take out the Heart of the Sacred Tree and let me have a look."
"What are you doing, Xiao Yade? You don't intend to compensate this saint, but you still want to take something important from this saint?" The little ghost immediately showed a vigilant look, clutching his stomach tightly, as if he was on guard against the coming wolf. attitude.
"No, no, no, the Heart of the Sacred Tree is not your thing in the first place. Besides, that's not what you should complain about!" I moistened my throat and asked in shock.
"Can the heart of the sacred tree that was eaten be taken out again?!!!"
"Well, I think even Your Highness Alice will not be able to digest the Heart of the Holy Tree within one hundred and eighty years. It should still be in Your Highness's belly now, right?"
"It's not that we don't want to, but Grandma Yalandlan, even if the heart of the sacred tree is still in the little ghost's belly, how can we take it out? It's not like a child can give birth to it." I looked helpless. Do I want to vomit it out? When did this script become so heavy-handed?
"That's right, do you want this saint to spit out the heart of the sacred tree? Regarding image issues, this saint sternly refuses." The little ghost also helped.
"I think Her Majesty Alice must have other ways, don't you?" Yalandan looked at the little ghost with a smile. The kind gaze that held the pearl of wisdom and seemed to be able to see through everything made this lawless little ghost feel that Alexander, After a while, he whispered softly.
"There's a way... there's another way... Wu~~~" She wailed as she said it. It was obviously not that she couldn't take it out, but that she couldn't bear to take it out. This overbearing little saint would be fine if she didn't steal other people's food. She still wanted to spit out the stuff that had gone down - well, spit it out in the literal sense, it was not that difficult.
"Since there are other ways, let's come up with it." I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, I don't have to go the heavy-flavor route. God, please give the screenwriter a salary increase!
"Oh~~~If Xiaofan said so..." The little ghost nodded his head in aggrieved manner, and the little hand holding his stomach suddenly burst out with a stronger holy light, and now it was sinking into the clothes little by little.
I opened my mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.
Although the little ghost screams on weekdays, I have completely forgotten... This thing is indeed a ghost, an incorporeal ghost, because it can warm the bed and push down, since some of the characteristics of ghosts have been ignored.
It seems like...it can be taken out easily.
But before the five fingers were inserted into the abdomen, the little ghost suddenly pulled out his hand.
"No, it's too shameful to be stared at and do such a thing. This saint can't do it."
Damn it, do you still know what shame is? I was shocked.
"It's better to have your back turned." He said to himself, this little ghost floated out from my side without authorization, stood in the corner with his back to us, bent down, and made a retching gesture, and his little hand seemed to want to put it into his mouth. Stuff it, want to take something out of it.
My holy lady, don’t do this! Now you are not only abandoning your sense of shame, but you are also vomiting your moral integrity! ! !
Although he made this gesture, as if he really wanted to vomit the Heart of the Holy Tree out of his mouth, the little ghost still used a very secretive movement to secretly pull it out from the abdomen. Anyway, I could see it clearly, probably She wanted to bully Yalandelan for her old eyesight, but I still don’t understand why she did this.
After making these little moves with his back to us, the little ghost looked at the clean heart of the sacred tree, hesitated for a moment, said "Ah~~", and in my speechless and tearful gaze, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah on the sacred tree. I spat a few times in my heart.
Don't do this, I will kneel down for you, Holy Lady!
Holding the Heart of the Holy Tree stained with saliva, the little ghost floated back with satisfaction, and carelessly handed over the Heart of the Holy Tree: "Here, the Heart of the Holy Tree is here, just take it."
It was as if he was lending his important things to others. I finally understood that this little saint had done so many tricks just to occupy the heart of the holy tree and prevent others from getting involved, just like she liked this. If you want to eat a dish, just spit into the dish so that others can’t eat it. This is probably the idea of small farmers.
I opened my mouth, wanting to blame the little ghost, but suddenly I was struck by the cuteness of the saint with the thoughts of a small farmer. In the end, I didn't say anything. I took the heart of the sacred tree from the little ghost's hand and wiped it clean with a handkerchief. of saliva before passing it to Yalandlan.
"Stupid Xiaofan~~~Dan Xiaofan~~~" Seeing that I repeatedly ruined her "big plan", the little ghost pouted and stared at me very dissatisfied. If Yalandlan hadn't been watching, she would have pounced on me. Bite me.
"I haven't seen the Heart of the Holy Tree for a long time, and I feel a little nostalgic." Yalandlan sighed softly while holding the oval heart-shaped Heart of the Holy Tree in his hand.
"Crystal tree...is there no problem?" I asked a little uneasily. The crystal tree is a sacred object of the entire elven clan. It is like the incarnation of the forest goddess. It has extraordinary significance. Even Artoria cannot do it casually. Make changes to the Crystal Tree.
"It's okay, it's okay. Even if it is separated from the Heart of the Holy Tree, the Crystal Tree will not show signs of withering within a hundred and eighty years." Yalandlan came back to his senses and comforted me.
"But... what about one hundred and eighty years from now?" Yalandan wasn't even worried, but I was more worried. It was a bit like the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was, but I couldn't help but ask.
One hundred and eighty years may sound like a long time, but for ordinary people, or even elves with longer lifespans, it is not that far-fetched time. By that time, Arlandlan is likely to still be alive, and Alto Liya is probably at her peak, both in terms of status and strength, but when the time comes, how will the two of them explain themselves to the billions of elves?
"Let's talk about what happens one hundred and eighty years later. One hundred and eighty years later, one hundred and eighty years later, I really hope I can still see..." Yalandlan said to himself, as if he said something It was a serious statement, but the last few words were said in a very low tone. It was obvious that there were some secrets that he didn't want me to know.
"Grandma Yalandlan, what were you...saying just now?" Because I was very concerned and knew they didn't want me to know, I couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing, just an old woman's complaints." Yalandan shook his head, looked at me, and suddenly sighed.
"Sorry, Wu, there are some secrets. Let us old bones bear it alone for a while. When it's your turn to bear it, you may regret it."
"I know." I nodded silently. Perhaps, in the eyes of Yalandlan and Akara, I am still a child, and they still want to use their wings that are not yet completely old to continue to help me block the wind and rain until They can't bear it, or I can bear it.
I have never doubted that Yalandlan and Akara hid something from me because of their distrust of me or other negative reasons. They dedicated their lives to the survival of their own clan, especially Yalande. Lan, with her old back, worked hard to support the elves for a thousand years before she provided a cradle and a world for the birth of Artoria. Without her, there may not be Artoria and the elves today. .
Only in this way, these two old people deserve everyone's respect and trust, and there is no need to have the slightest doubt about their intentions.
"Let's talk about the Heart of the Holy Tree." Yalandlan's words pulled me back from my long thoughts. She solemnly held the Heart of the Holy Tree in her hands and showed a solemn gaze.
"Wu, Akara must already know about the Holy See spaceship in hell."
"Um...ah, yes." I nodded subconsciously, suddenly looking shocked. Wait, how did Yalandlan know? This was classified as a top-secret secret by Akala. Except for her and Kane, I told no one else.
Could it be that Akara felt that with the strength of the alliance, it was impossible to influence the Holy See Mountain, so he planned to rope in the elves? Under the current situation, this possibility is indeed possible, but I am not optimistic about it. Even with the power of the elves, it is impossible to take back the Holy See Mountain from hell. Doesn’t Akara know this? ?
Seeing my dumbfounded and speechless expression, Yalandan smiled.
"Don't be surprised. I didn't get this news from Akara. Regarding the origin of the Holy See Mountain and its secrets, the elves have long known it. They may even know it better than the Holy See ten thousand years ago. After all, the Holy See at that time, because Due to excessive luxury, a lot of ancestral inheritance has been lost.”
"Grandma Yalandlan, what you said scared me. What is going on? Where should I start? You can start from the beginning with me." This time I am not pretending to be pitiful, but It's really pitiful. The amount of information Yalandlan exposed was too big for my little brain to hold.
"Let's start from the beginning... Let's start with the first-generation saint. I believe you also know the true origin of the Holy See, an organization that has ruled the human world for hundreds of thousands of years."
"Yeah, I heard about it from Grandpa Kane." I nodded and said.
In the era of King Arthur, the weak human race was protected by the elves. At that time, the elves were just like the angels in the future, and they were aloof beings.
However, after the age of King Arthur, the elves began to gradually decline and had no time to take care of humans. At this time, the angel clan discovered the potential of humans and began to replace the elves as the patron saints of humans. Gradually, with the Holy See, An organization. Of course, the Holy See at that time was only a very loose organization. It was not until the emergence of the first-generation saint, second only to King Arthur, that this force was gathered together and the Holy See became a formal organization with its own The church, with its unique canons and canons, eventually developed continuously and became a giant institution that ruled the human race.
Later, this institution gradually deteriorated and corrupted, and in the minds of humans, angels, through the beautification of the Holy See, gradually changed from a relatively equal protector to a superior god. What happened in this can only be determined by the people at that time. The Holy See and Angel knew this very well, so they couldn't blame the current adventurers for being a bit resentful towards Angel.
"Well, it seems that you understand everything clearly, so you can save me the trouble of explaining." Seeing that I have a deep understanding of this period of history, Yalandan smiled slightly.
"If, Wu, I say that the first-generation saint of your species is not actually your species, would you believe it?"
"Wha...what?" I was a little confused and didn't understand her words at once.
"Look at me, just say some awkward words. Okay, I won't do charades anymore. I hope the truth doesn't scare you. The original Saintess was originally a half-elf."
"Cough cough cough cough - Grandma Yalandlan, are you really kidding me?" I choked in my throat and coughed repeatedly.
After all, that saint was completely on the side of humans and had never heard of anything to do with the elves. The Holy See organization at that time was still a justice organization. It can be said that the first-generation saint was in the minds of the people of the Dark Continent. status, just like the Yan Emperor and the Yellow Emperor. Now you tell me that the Yan Emperor and the Yellow Emperor are not human, it would be a bit too shocking, even if the person who said this is Yalandlan.
"There's no need to lie to you, it's the truth." After I calmed down, Yalandran shook his head, and suddenly the topic changed: "The Holy See Hill is actually the masterpiece of the first saint."
"It turns out to be her, that's no wonder." Yalandlan said this, but I believed it very much. After all, only the same outstanding first-generation saintess could make such a miraculous spaceship. It was very easy. Be convincing.
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