In fact, you don’t have to come back. "
In the dark room, only a dim oil lamp was lit. Vincent, who looked much older, looked at Bloor with a somewhat complicated expression.
"You knew I would come back," Bloor replied calmly.
The room fell into silence, and the light of the oil lamp danced slightly.
Vincent looked worried and said: "The Bebele family has fallen into an unprecedented dangerous situation. Elliot wants to tear up the engagement between you and Sally. For this reason, he will not hesitate to let the entire Bebele family be buried with him. Now the only one My only hope is that you can stay engaged to Sally and marry her."
"That's what you said when you asked me to agree to this engagement." The corner of Bloor's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.
Vincent looked at Bloor, opened his mouth, his throat moved, then closed it again, and sighed with a somewhat sad expression.
"You should know about the night elves, right?" Bloor asked.
"When the Berg army besieged the cave, I and the warriors of the Bebili family were also present." Vincent nodded.
"At that time, I was in the cave surrounded by you." Bloor looked at Vincent and smiled.
"You..." Vincent's pupils trembled sharply, and he stared at Bloor. After a while, his expression gradually relaxed, as if he had suddenly become much older. His voice became much lower, and he said with a complicated expression: "I guess I arrived, but I didn’t expect you to actually be there, and I almost lost a son.”
"Freedom is there, Princess Irina is there. As an elf, shouldn't I be there? You almost lost a son, and the elves almost lost their future, the future that was almost strangled by you."
"You know, the Bebili family has been struggling to survive these years. We have no way to refuse Berg's order, and we have no way to refuse Helena's order. Freedom is too luxurious for us. As the patriarch, the most important thing for me is What I want to do is to think of ways to keep our family alive, not to talk about the future." Vincent said with a somewhat lonely expression.
Bloor looked at Vincent and asked: "Do you think it is interesting to live like this? Is this really the life we elves want? Our people have even forgotten what freedom is! Even us, we These so-called nobles still have shackles around their necks. Even if they are served by servants, how can they ever have freedom? Was it like this in the Forest of Winds a hundred years ago?"
Vincent's face turned pale and he subconsciously took a step back.
A hundred years ago, the elves drove the invading demons out of the Forest of Wind at a heavy cost, and then established the current Forest of Wind under the plans of Her Majesty the Queen and the High Priest.
At that time, no elves would have thought that the elves would become like this.
Even in the most brutal war, the elves who still longed for freedom were turned into slaves by the extravagant atmosphere and the shackles-like system.
Yes, even as the leader of a clan, he still lives in fear.
This fear does not come from foreign enemies, but from his tribesmen, those tribesmen who have fought side by side.
Everyone lives in desire and fear, struggling with each other, fighting against each other, giving up the freedom they have held for thousands of years for the rights that the elves once cared least about, and willingly becoming a link in the chain.
"During this period, the young people in the clan began to become a little mysterious. They would secretly gather together after everyone fell asleep, and talk about freedom behind their backs. Their eyes seemed to glow." Vincent raised his eyebrows. Looking at Bloor, "That look is just like yours."
Bloor's eyes narrowed slightly and his fists clenched subconsciously.
"Helena has arrested many young people recently. She called them traitors and infiltrators of the night elves. She also gave a secret order to every noble territory to arrest all those who talk about freedom and imprison them all. Dungeon." Vincent glanced at Bloor's fist and continued: "Tomorrow, at Sally's canonization ceremony, these young people will be publicly executed to deter those elves who are ready to move."
"This is tyranny." Bloor bit his lip and said in a low voice.
"This world will not reason with you. Just like in order to prevent this engagement, the killers of the Brewster family may be on the way at this time. In order to become a being like Berg, Elliot will kill at all costs Block everyone in front of him." Vincent shook his head.
Bloor looked at Vincent, was silent for a while, slowly let go of his hand, and then said as calmly as possible: "You did not arrest those young people, nor did you send them to Helena."
"Yes, this is not like me at all." Vincent nodded, his eyes fell on the oil lamp beside him, looking at the flickering candlelight, he said softly: "What's wrong with chasing freedom? We worked so hard back then, not Is it just for freedom..."
…
In a secret room in the Brewster family, five or six elves were sitting in order, with Elliot sitting on the main seat. The dancing candlelight made his gloomy face look even more scary.
Everyone in the secret room also had solemn expressions and said nothing, as if they were waiting for something.
"Chief, the killer has arrived, do you want to leave now?" An elf in black walked in quickly from outside, half-kneeling on the ground, and said respectfully.
Elliot grinned and said coldly: "Vincent, an old man who is ignorant and unwilling to cancel the engagement, don't blame me for being cruel. Since his son has appeared, just kill him. There is no way to marry a dead man." Our Princess, Your Highness."
"yes."
The elf responded, stood up and walked out.
"Patriarch, High Priest Helena sent a secret message." At this moment, an elf quickly ran into the door and presented a secret letter with a starry sky seal in his hands.
All the elves in the secret room looked at the secret message in Elliot's hand.
"Huh?" Elliot took the secret letter, and the starry sky magic seal on the envelope was automatically lifted, and a piece of black letter paper fell into Elliot's hands.
Elliot looked down at the letter, his face uncertain for a while, and finally angrily crumpled the letter into a ball of waste paper, turning into powder in his hands.
The elves looked at each other, they didn't know anything, and they didn't dare to ask anything.
"The plan is cancelled, let him live first." Elliot said in a low voice, with a strong sense of unwillingness.
…
"Nezha, we have to start with the Hunyuan Pearl that was born from heaven and earth..."
Magna Zha's story hasn't been finished yet. The two little guys have already fallen asleep peacefully in his arms, and the ugly duckling is also sleeping soundly while holding his feet.
Mag smiled helplessly, stood up carefully, laid the two little guys down, covered them with quilts, and threw the ugly duckling between them, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come to my room." Irina stood at the door and said, then turned and left.
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