"I don't think it's enough!"
To Lova's surprise, George on the other side of the seat interrupted her statement and replied to Croesus first.
"Elder Croesus, I hope Black Knife can stay in our army and serve as an instructor in the army." George said this, and turned to Black Knife, showing a very eerie smile.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Heidao, whose mouth had been blocked by a rag so that he could not speak, quickly shook his head desperately. After knowing George's true identity, he did not want to have anything to do with this terrible vampire.
In Black Knife's impression, vampires are night killers who feed on blood. Who knows if he will be sucked to death by him in the middle of the night, and then left to rot in some hay pile like a mummy.
Even if I want to pick up girls again, the prerequisite must be alive!
"This adjutant, you have also seen that Black Blade is not willing, so I think I will waive it." Croiss emphasized the word "adjutant".
"So, would you like to ask this Druid elder?" George didn't care. He looked straight at Croesus and asked very seriously.
"Me? Young man, you are really talking loudly. If I am gone, who will protect the people here? Who will lead these elves?" Croesus' eyes became sharp, and the auras of the two people competed. relatively.
"Before I answer your question, please answer my two questions first." He let him be strong. The breeze blew over the hills. Croiss's aura was indeed very strong, but for George, this was far from enough. Not enough to crush his willpower.
"The first question: As an area without mineral deposits or treasures, do the elves here really need the protection of someone as powerful as you? If you really only need protection by yourself, then why do you need black knives to train the troops? ? Do you want to commit treason?"
"How is that possible? That's nonsense! A villain's heart is used to judge a gentleman's heart!" Croesus smashed the table to pieces angrily, then stood up and prepared to leave.
Luova just thought of trying to stay, but George grabbed her and gave her a "please leave it to me" look.
As George expected, Croesus did not go to the door, but went to the nearest window and stared at the scenery outside the window. After a long time, Croesus spoke again, his voice becoming a little rough:
"I want the elves here to be able to live a self-sufficient life. After all, one day..."
Although Croesus said half of what he said, smart people like Lova and George naturally heard another layer of meaning in Croesus's words:
He will leave this place one day. Or maybe he has foreseen his end.
"Then, the second question is, Heidao is your most important relative, and you are willing to protect him at all costs. But there are no strong seedlings under the greenhouse. With all due respect, if you hadn't insisted on staying in such a remote place In the woods, with his talent and enough training, his abilities should be even better. I don’t need to describe this too much."
Croesus did not answer George directly, but looked straight out the window. In the grass not far away, a small snake lurked, preparing to attack a fat wild mouse, but the wild mouse's mother appeared, He fought hard with the little snake, and finally both of them died together, leaving only the fat wild rat. Suddenly, a golden falcon swooped down from the sky, picked up the wild mouse, and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
The moment the falcon flew into the sky, it seemed to look back at Croesus. However, just such a glance made Croesus feel that his body and soul were trembling!
Memories of the past can't help but play over and over in Croesus' mind. How many of the female elves in the village still stayed with the smiling faces after being molested by the black knife? How many of the laughter potions in the pharmacy were black knives? In the name of patrolling and refreshing, he sneaked along, but ended up hiding in a corner and sucking greedily. It was not that Croesus didn't know these things, it was just that he didn't want to take care of them.
After thinking about it carefully, Croesus actually knew very well how addicted to drinking and sex his son was, and how arrogant and arrogant he was. However, upon further self-reflection, it seemed that he had indeed been too doting on Shiva after her death. Drowning him?
Croesus' mood was a little shaken. Should he really let his children go out to see the world, or should he return to the world again?
