——No matter in the past or in the future, the will of the weak will always be overwhelmed by the strong.
Many years later, the Speaker of the Canaan Moorish House, Japhethah Silver Gate, once again recalled the advice his brother gave him before his death.
Japhetah Yinmen had an older brother. A brother with the blood of the Elf King, superior talent, intelligence and diligence. Whether enemies or allies, he is a brother who sincerely recognizes his excellence.
Because there was already such an excellent heir, the family did not pay much attention to Yapheta even when he was born.
As one of the ten king-blooded tribes of elves, the Silver Gate Department, which has the inheritance of the fifth energy level, has rich experience in cultivating strong people. The most important point in cultivating strong people is to tilt resources, and the particularity of the fifth energy level is even more important. Let the entire Canaan Moore have at most three in the same era.
Waste of resources for no reason will undoubtedly reduce the chance of a fifth-level strongman being born in his tribe, and hand over the opportunity to political opponents... Therefore, since childhood, Yafoda has been in a kind of "loose". grew up in an environment.
He can eat whatever he wants, regardless of whether the food may affect his future sublimation inheritance and cause distortion.
He can play whatever he wants, even if it distracts the child from serious study and fails to cultivate the thinking mode required for the ascendant from an early age.
Japhetah can stay with her parents for a long time, acting coquettishly to her mother and riding on her father's neck. The family happily goes to the Forest of Sleep to listen to the songs of sleeping nightingales and enjoy the most comfortable camping nap.
Occasionally, my brother would come along, and they would play in the water next to the quiet creek, laughing and chasing flying dragonflies under the sun.
Japhetah's childhood was not an unhappy one, and there was only one price to pay for it.
That's when he was given up.
The opportunity to become a strong person was given up.
"Sometimes I really don't know whether I should envy you, my stupid brother."
At that time, Yafoda didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he remembered it clearly - regarded by the family as the most outstanding future heir, his brother who had returned from special training looked at him with a complicated expression, cheered and rushed towards him. himself, and then pointed a finger on his forehead as a child, causing him to fall down a little.
At that time, my brother smacked his lips and looked at him with eyes that were filled with pity and jealousy; he was caring but full of unwillingness. The young Japhetah could not distinguish those complex emotions at all, and perhaps many of them were supplemented and beautified by his later memories...but there was no doubt that his brother must have made up his mind at that time.
"Just have fun and take my share with you." The young man said to his younger brother, "But remember, you can be weaker than me, but you can never be weaker than others."
A young man who grew up drinking alchemy potions and barely tasted any delicious food. He has been receiving the most formal and rigorous training since he was a child and rarely had time to enjoy family affection. He said from the bottom of his heart: "At least, at least, you He also needs to grow to the fourth energy level and be stronger than those lucky ones who emerge from ordinary elves."
"Why?"
At that time, Japhethah asked in confusion: "Canaan Moor is so big, isn't it normal for elves to be stronger than me?"
"No way."
The elder brother lowered his eyes. At that time, Yaphta did not see the other person's eyes. He replied calmly: "Because we are the blood of the king. We are the heirs of the original blood of the top throne who signed a contract with the Capital of the World Tree."
"We must be stronger than all the elves to prove that we are stronger and superior to them. This is part of the contract."
"Yaphethah - we have responsibilities and obligations. We must be strong."
"Then lead Canaan Moor, lead the elves, and let them live a life that we think is 'good.'"
Elves are a race that believes in contracts. Once they sign a contract, they will definitely abide by it unless there are some incredible extreme circumstances.
But why did this custom come about? Japhetah is not
Stupid, he vaguely felt that he knew the most basic nature of the elves.
Moreover, king's blood does exist.
No matter how uneducated and unskilled the elves of the Yinmen family are, and no matter how lacking in resources, they will definitely be smarter and more knowledgeable than ordinary elves. They have excellent memories and can easily see through people's hearts, and can distinguish other people's feelings and emotions from the smallest actions. Thinking tendencies.
Even if Japhetah is abandoned, if nothing unexpected happens in the future, he will become a well-known bachelor and a pivotal figure in the circle of Canaanite Moorish scholars, not to mention the fourth, third, second and third levels. There must be a master title.
Therefore, Yaphta actually had a lot of questions in his mind at that time... For example, why the fourth energy level could surpass 'the lucky ones among all ordinary elves,' and the original blood of the top throne. What, why do the king-blood tribes of elves have the responsibility and obligation to lead the elves, and finally...
Why let people live a life that we think is good... rather than a life that everyone thinks is good?
——The weak.
Japhetah considered himself weak. He never tabooed this, because facing his brother, he was always, always the weak one. He was proud of this. Facing such a respectable brother, he was willing to bow down and consider himself an ordinary person, becoming his stepping stone.
However, at this moment, he felt a little resentful for those weak people like himself...somewhat unwilling to end up like that.
He had many whys in his mind.
However, before he could figure out these issues, his brother's life came to an end.
My brother died in an assassination attempt by a political enemy, a poisonous murder without any flaws.
This is the case with Canaan Moor. Because the unification war hundreds of years ago ended with no winner, the Canaan Moor Federation was reluctantly pieced together with the ten king-blood tribes as the core.
In other worlds, such an ending may be a way out, but in the continent of Terra, without a voice from the top of the mountain giving orders, it is doomed to usher in long and painful internal strife.
——The strong one.
At the end of his life, the elder brother who had met his parents left his last time to his younger brother.
"How pitiful, Japhetah."
The handsome young elf's face was pale, but his eyes were still extremely complicated, showing both pity and relief, unwillingness and relief: "You will take over my position, my inheritance, and my flesh and blood. You Will become the second me."
"Do you have any questions you want to ask? I can see that you have been wondering and you have never received an answer."
Then Japhetah asked. He asked all his whys and all his confusions.
"How simple."
The elder brother replied calmly: "No matter in the past or in the future, the will of the weak will always be overwhelmed by the strong."
"Yapheta, the will of ordinary people is not important at all. They oppose, they have opinions, even if you and I are willing to listen, are all the ascendants and all the strong willing to listen?"
"If you are not strong enough to conquer everyone, what's the use of supporting ordinary people?"
"Isn't His Majesty the Black Sun of the Empire not strong enough and powerful enough to dominate the world? His will swept across Terra, and even Dragon Island signed a new contract with him."
"But he died anyway. He couldn't convince everyone else."
"Look, I will die too. This is proof that I am not strong enough."
Saying this, his brother smiled: "But, Yapheta, if you are strong enough to defeat everyone and make the world tremble with your will - more fearsome than the Black Sun and the First Knight combined, It has a deeper foundation than the four major orthodox religions and Dragon Island combined... At that time, you could even do that incredible thing, which is to let the weak live a life they think is 'good'."
"Let everyone live a life they think is good,"
"But, isn't it because you are the strong one? It is your tolerance that makes this
Everything is born. In essence, it is still to let them live a life that we (the strong ones) think is good. "
“Stop thinking of yourself as weak and ordinary, Japhetah.
You don't have such a chance. "
"You can only get stronger."
"Unless you want to be the second me."
When his brother left, his body gradually turned into a translucent crystal like glass, leaving only a silver ring on his forehead.
That is the core inheritance legacy of the Silver Gate Department's unique fifth-level inheritance [Silver Gatekeeper], the Ring of Glow, an extremely powerful organ for sublimation of thought.
Although my brother is far from reaching the fifth energy level, his core sublimation organ is close to perfection, so it can be used again.
It is precisely because of the power of this bloodline that so many smart scholars and strong men have emerged from the Yinmen Department's bloodline. All of this is the power of the continuation of the bloodline.
"Inherit it, Japhethah."
The family elders, parents, and everyone else said so. They are all abandoned individuals and losers.
Only Japhethah has the possibility of being selected because she has the same blood as her brothers, and there is the possibility of accepting his legacy without being deformed.
They said with envy and dignity: "This is your brother's will."
"Don't let his years of hard work and hard work be in vain, and all his hard work be in vain."
Japhetah still remembers the moment she took it.
It looked like a skeleton, whitened with age.
It smells like clouds, relief and freedom.
It felt like flesh, warm and soft.
It feels like the wind, the songs, and all the good memories.
It's like... it's like...
Two brothers chased flying dragonflies beside a stream in the sun.
The Speaker of the Canaan Moorish House, Japhethah Silver Gate, shook his head.
Time has passed, and the innocent boy in the past has turned into a cold and arrogant man now. An unconcealable anger flashed across his face, and then gradually calmed down.
After decades, Yafoda always recalls scenes from the past... As long as he closes his eyes, the memories of the past will chase him and flood into his mind.
The Canaan-Moor Federation Council originated from the ancient Canaan-Moor Elf Senate. The original members were all the patriarchs or the strongest of the major clans. This selection rule has not changed until now. The only difference is The reason is that in order to avoid power struggles between multiple fifth-level powerhouses, the Speaker of the Parliament will not be held by the strongest man, but rather by a member of the royal blood tribe recognized by the strong men.
Canaan Moore now has two fifth-level powerhouses, the chosen ones from the Green Leaf Tribe and the National Tribe. These two powerhouses hold the roots of the World Tree Capital, and the The crown, and the body of the tree are under the management of the parliament - the speaker of the parliament is the person responsible for coordinating the two fifth-level powerhouses, and is also the apparent supreme ruler of the Canaan-Moor Federation.
How much effort does it take to get to this point? Japhetah couldn't remember it for a long time. He only knew that he finally arrived at this location, but he was still a long way from his desired destination.
Speaker of Parliament...haha, how respectable does that sound? To ordinary elves, any member of the assembly is a big figure that they must look up to, and the Speaker is simply the venerable among venerables, even calling him by his first name would seem abrupt.
But for the King Blood Elves, just the title of Speaker cannot gain their full respect.
Just like now.
"Uncle."
As the communication crystal panel lit up and Yafoda connected to the conversation, he heard a soft voice: "Why do you do this?"
"Anfa. I didn't expect that my nephew's first greeting in many years would be a question."
Yaphta nodded thoughtfully and said softly: "What are you talking about?"
"The Siren."
Anfa's voice asked calmly: "Uncle, no one can bear the risk of the Siren sinking. The Aoba family can't accept it, the Kuniyu family can't accept it...the same goes for the Ginmon family."
"Others may think that it is a rather thrilling coincidence that the spies of the Three Kingdoms attracted three different groups of Warcraft and destroyed the three power engines of the Siren. But we all know that their intelligence , all originate from and can only originate from within the Canaanite Moorish Council.”
"How could they dare to act so wildly without your approval? This is not a coincidence, this is an attack with tacit approval."
"Um."
Yafoda was noncommittal, and the stern-looking middle-aged elf showed a slight smile: "So you are here to accuse me - I put the distinguished guest of the Jindeng family, the genius alchemist of the empire, in danger. You are Do you want to ask me a question about this matter?"
"It's just an inducement. I did promise Ian that this trip will go smoothly. But in fact, it is mainly because it is too dangerous." Anfa emphasized: "We want to know a reason. Foreign diplomats on the Siren There are so many big businessmen with important influence that they are definitely not entities that can be tested at will.”
"It turns out that the Siren is not in danger."
Japhetah looked sideways at the crystal panel aside: "Just two hours ago, the First Fleet of the Everlasting Ocean arrived at the Siren Fleet and repaired the Siren. Not only that, but also because of the Thanks to the distinguished guest of your Jindeng family and your friend the real dragon, even the joint attack of the three large groups of monsters could not really break through the Siren's defense line."
"I have to say, your ability to read people is really good. Anfa, as the chosen one, you are very likely to take over my position in the future, and even become the successor of 'Gen' or 'Crown'. This kind of ability is just right." It's what you need most. Your talents are much better than mine, and you are much luckier."
"I would like to thank the Speaker for your consideration." Anfa did not slow down for such praise: "But this does not mean..."
"It's tacitly agreed."
Japhetah interrupted Anfar: "Anfarand, you are too young."
"True dragons are born strong, and you are half elf and half dragon. You are also born strong, so you don't need to start studying politics very early like us, and the tribe will not let you participate too early. The internal struggle of the Grand Council is to allow you to grow and master the power in the blood."
"Silver Gate, Ember Lamp, Green Leaves, Fertile Soil, Vine Corridor...the five branches of the party are united to form a contract. You know what this means."
Behind the communication crystal panel, silence lasted for half a minute.
"...Master Glawei is one of theirs?" After a long time, Anfa's voice was full of disbelief: "But the Feiye family is obviously a branch of the Aoba family... ..He can’t be the ‘pillar of the party’, no matter what, we should be the ‘maintaining party’!”
"Gravi Feiye does not belong to any family. He only loves elves, otherwise he would not have been assigned as an undercover agent to break into the empire while taking advantage of the political turmoil after the death of the Black Tyrant."
Japhetah tapped his fingers on the table and made a regular sound: "But his research results will be detrimental to us. He learned a vital technology in the empire, and may have brought something vital. The key - but his route is wrong, so the more important it is, the more dangerous it is."
"Of course, he doesn't have to die... Without the intervention of your alchemist friend, Master Gravi will have to show some of his true skills to deal with this 'accident.' In this way , we can also see clearly what cards he holds in his hand so that we can make the next response.”
"It's just a pity that Ian Yinfeng...has a master-level alchemy level at such a young age. It's incredible. Even I feel excited to be in the same era as such a great person. It's a blessing, isn't it? But his presence did ruin our plans, leaving us still ignorant of Master Grave's cards."
Shaking his head with some regret, Speaker Yafoda said: "This is the reason. For a more specific answer, you can go to your mother to find out.
It was her fault for not telling you, she shouldn't have protected you so well. "
"...My nephew, I will take my leave for now."
Anfa's communication was hung up. Yafoda stared at the communication in front of her and shook her head slightly: "I really envy the friendship of young people. I don't know how many points Anfa will deduct from me this time. I hope it won't be a negative number." .”
Putting away the crystal board, the Speaker raised his head and looked out the window: "Grave Feiye... It would be better if you came back earlier, or you could come back later. It's a pity that fate will not let you live this life. There is a chance to show off your skills, otherwise, you will be born into the main Aoba family, not the Hiba branch.
"But...fate also allowed you to survive this time. This may prove that you still have value."
Outside the window, under the dark sky, there are bright lights. The endless lights flicker for years, like the Milky Way on the ground, forming rings one after another.
Here is an extremely high and extremely wide place, covered by eternal tree shades, the top floor of the central [main area] of the City of World Trees.
The man's eyes are projected from here to the extremely distant other side of the sea, into the silent yet turbulent ocean of eternal silence.
And there, on a large ship among the endless waves, there was also an old man staring at the other side, staring at the destined hometown of all elves.
An entire agile wooden fleet surrounded this huge diplomatic ship and cut through the waves, escorting it to its final destination, the Black Current Port in the southeast of Half Moon Lake.
"...Fate allows me to return to my hometown alive, which means that I do have a mission that I must fulfill."
Beside the side of the big ship, Master Glawei whispered to himself. He said calmly to himself, or to the young white people beside him: "This is my last chance. I will never give up no matter what."
"Ian, do you believe that there is a trajectory that can determine the fate of your life?"
——You asked the prophet such a question? If I really believe in fate, how can I change the future?
Ian Xu glanced at the dragon girl next to him who theoretically, or in other words, was destined to be made into a dragon soul bait by the Gnostic Institute, but in reality was still eating chocolate cake, couldn't help but laugh. : "I think ascendants should choose their own future well. It's a bit shameful to believe in fate, Master."
"You're still young."
Of course, Master Glawei didn't know about Ian's slander. He didn't care about the young man's words. He shook his head in an old-fashioned way and sighed: "When you really reach my age, you will understand that some things are doomed from the beginning. My life is So is the future of Canaan Moore."
"As long as Canaan Moore maintains this situation where the two parties are in conflict with each other, there will be no future for the elves. This is the cycle of fate."
"Speaking of this, Master."
When Ian heard this, he couldn't help but be curious: "What is going on here in Canaan Moore? There is not much news about the elven kingdom in the empire. I am not very clear about the political power composition of Canaan Moore."
"Don't you know? You are so knowledgeable..."
Raising his brows, Master Grave looked at Ian strangely, but soon he was relieved: "That's right, a smart person like you has too many things to learn, and you will definitely not read the complete history of other countries and various unofficial histories. For records, the most you can do is look at the 'A Brief History of Terra' compiled by the people in the City of Knowledge..."
"Okay." After thinking for a while, the old man nodded slightly: "Then I will explain to you the differences between the two major political parties of Canaan Moore, the 'Maintenance Party' and the 'Pillar Party.'"
"But all of this begins hundreds of years ago, when a group of Canaan Moorish elven mercenaries followed Star Chaser Khan and captured the Cangtian King's tent..."
