In the hotel, Scholar Monroe stared at Chen Yi who came to the door with doubts.
"Scholar Monroe, I'm sorry to bother you," Chen Yi paused and said, "Do you know about the elves? Cassim said that you are knowledgeable and I can ask you for advice."
"Oh." Hearing that it was an academic question, Scholar Monroe put down his little wariness and his good impression of Cassim, and invited him into the room, "Old people all have the habit of being teachers, come in, apprentice. "
Chen Yi walked into the room, and Scholar Monroe moved a straw chair over. After Chen Yi thanked him, he sat down politely.
"You want to ask about elves? What do you plan to know?" Scholar Monroe asked.
Chen Yi hesitated for a while and said: "It's probably...about the issue of the entire elven race."
"For such a general question, it seems that you don't know much about elves." Seeing Chen Yi nodded, Scholar Monroe smiled and replied: "Then I will tell you what elves are like. Race."
Chen Yi sat up straight and listened.
"Elves are actually divided into three types, namely the pioneer elves, the ruling elves, and... the drow elves.
The Forerunner elves live in a strange mist deep in the western mountains.
In their mythology, long before the birth of the main god, the ancestors of the elves made a pact with the gods under the white tree, so that the elves could get rid of the bondage of life and death and live forever. "
Scholar Monroe paused, stroking his long beard, recalling it, and then said: "I wonder if you have heard of the legend that the White Gold Inscriptions originated from dragon language?"
Chen Yi nodded and said: "I have read in an ancient book that the ancient white gold inscriptions are texts compiled by ancient sages for dragon language."
Scholar Monroe looked surprised, but said in disbelief: "Is this really true? I thought it was just a legend."
Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Apprentice, in which ancient book did you see this?" Scholar Monroe asked.
"Sorry, Scholar Monroe, I have forgotten it. I just saw it. You know, there are too many books on occult science." Chen Yi prevaricated.
"That's right..." Scholar Monroe calmed down and felt regretful.
The apprentice in front of him could not possibly know what a great discovery it would be if this legend was truly verified.
"However, the fact that you are lucky enough to see it only shows that you have luck that is envied by countless people." Scholar Monroe said with a smile, "You are also far more knowledgeable than the average apprentice. By the way, Scholar Cassim is your mentor. Is that so? I’m not surprised that he, who is so knowledgeable, can have an apprentice like you."
Chen Yi didn't know how to answer for a moment.
If you really want to say it,
It may be the other way around.
Scholar Monroe did not delve further into this topic, but said: "Let us return to the topic of elves.
Platinum Academy pursues ancient wisdom and firmly believes in the wisdom and blessing of dragons.
However, the Forerunners scorned the dragon.
Even, I am skeptical about the king of gods and kings.
The origin of atheism I mentioned before can be traced back to the Forerunner Elves.
They are very exclusive and pursue retro style.
He is aloof and elusive, rarely appearing in the eyes of the world.
Even I have never met them. "
After saying so much, Scholar Monroe took a sip of water, pondered for a moment, and then continued:
"The lord rules the elves, they are also called wandering elves.
After the first Pale Shower broke out in the world, one of the elves' clans was exiled from the distant mountains.
They settled in the Blessed Birch Forest, established an elven kingdom, and implemented a king-selection system, so they were called kings ruling elves.
Although it is still relatively closed and retro, it is extremely open and advanced for elves.
Most of the elves recorded in novels, literature and occult books are them. "
Chen Yi nodded while listening. According to this, the elf assassin is probably the Junzhi elf.
"And what about the drow?"
Scholar Monroe shrugged his eyebrows and said: "Drow elves are also called dark elves. They are alien species of elves. Even the first two elves do not regard them as elves, but as blasphemous existences. Their skin It is dark purple in color and has mostly white hair.
The drow seem to be cursed and are rejected by countless races and religions. I have seen the drow from a distance. I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel disgusted. They are like the embodiment of filth. There are very few races and religions that accept them. .
Among them are the Shanbu people and...the Temple of Misery. "
Chen Yi suddenly became wary when Scholar Monroe mentioned the Temple of Misery.
"Monroe Scholars...Drow elves, do they believe in the Temple of Torment?"
Scholar Monroe heard Chen Yi's tone, and he sighed and said: "Yes, the Temple of Misery, that heretical sect, they widely absorb shamers, scholars, drow and other excluded races."
"Scholar Monroe, what do you know about the Temple of Tribulation, and why did you go to Priest Stan of the Temple of Tribulation before?" The elf knew enough, and Chen Yi asked this question.
Scholar Monroe frowned and hesitated.
Chen Yi secretly opened his spiritual eyes and used ancient words.
"Scholar Monro...I wonder if you heard that last night, Priest Stan, who presided over a duel of divine judgment, died." Chen Yi paused and then said: "Cassim and the Baron are both investigating this matter. .”
Scholar Monroe's expression changed. Worried about getting into trouble, he finally said: "...This matter has nothing to do with me. I just...went to ask some questions."
"Ask some questions?"
"Yes, about my wife Rebecca, she... is a Sambo and has passed away." Scholar Monroe added: "You know, most Sambo people believe in the Temple of the Cross, and she is no exception. And the Temple of Suffering claims that their Lord of Suffering created hell."
"Are you... afraid that your wife will fall into hell?"
"You guessed it." Scholar Monroe smiled bitterly, "My wife committed suicide, and suicides are not allowed to go to heaven... If they don't go to heaven, then she might..."
Scholar Monroe said nothing.
Chen Yi heard the scholar's heavy sighing breath.
He didn't intend to ask any more questions.
"Perhaps...it's just this reason that you can't believe, but..." Scholar Monroe took the initiative to confess: "It's true. The responsibility for her death lies entirely on me. When I was young, I spent all my money on mysticism. , I argued with her day and night. I didn’t understand what feelings were at all. When my son Julien was born... I told her that I would teach him mysticism.
'Are you going to raise a devil? One is enough. '
I plan to persuade her and teach her to remember the tenderness of love in the past.
She did recall it, but she was still determined.
I argued with her again and had a cold war about it for a long time. Finally, I gave in and ostensibly agreed to her.
Yes, only on the surface.
When Julien was ten years old, I secretly taught him the occult. The child was very talented, smarter than me, and his spiritual potential was far greater than mine.
I was so excited, thinking that he might even become a sage in the future, that I couldn't hold back the impulse and told Rebecca everything.
She listened calmly.
That day was pretty normal.
Feeding chickens, weaving, and cooking as usual.
However...
In the early morning, because of the accumulated anger towards me,
She committed suicide. "
