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Chapter 777 Belief in fate is a bit embarrassing (6000, please double the monthly pass!)

——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 chairman of the Canaan Moor House, Jafda Silver Gate, once again recalled the advice his brother gave him before his death.

Yavda Silvergate had an older brother.A brother with the blood of an elf king, superior in talent, intelligent and hardworking, both enemies and allies recognize his excellence from the bottom of his heart.

Because there is already such an excellent heir, even if Yafoda was born, the family did not pay much attention to him.

As one of the ten king-blood tribes of the elves, the Yinmen Department with the inheritance of the fifth energy level has rich experience in cultivating strong people, and the most important thing in cultivating strong people is to tilt resources, and the particularity of the fifth energy level is even more important. The entire Canaan Moore can only have at most three people in the same era.

Waste of resources for no reason is undoubtedly reducing the chance of the fifth-level powerhouse being born in one's own tribe, and giving up the opportunity to political opponents... Therefore, Yafoda grew up in an almost "loose" environment since he was a child. big.

He can eat whatever he wants, no matter whether the food may affect the future sublimation inheritance and cause distortion.

He can play whatever he wants, even if it distracts the child from studying seriously, and it is impossible to cultivate the thinking mode needed for a sublimated person from an early age.

Yafoda can accompany his parents for a long time, act like a baby to his mother, ride on his father's neck, and the family happily go to the Forest of Sleep to listen to the song of the sleeping nightingale and enjoy the most comfortable camping nap.

Occasionally, my elder brother would also come together. They would play and play beside the quiet stream, laughing and laughing, and chased the flying dragonflies together under the sunshine.

Yafoda's childhood was not unhappy, and there was only one price to pay for all this.

That is he was given up.

The opportunity to become a strong man 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 very clearly—the elder brother who was regarded as the most outstanding heir in the future by the family, and who returned from special training looked at him with a complicated expression and cheered. Then he pointed a finger on the forehead of himself who was still a child, and let himself fall a little.

At that time, the elder brother smacked his mouth and looked at him with eyes that were both pity and jealous; he was loving but full of unwillingness.The young Yafoda couldn't distinguish those complicated emotions at all, and perhaps many of them were supplemented and beautified by his later memories... But there is no doubt that his brother at that time must have made up his mind.

"Just play to your heart's content and play with me." The boy said to his younger brother, "But remember, you can be weaker than me, but you must not be weaker than others."

Growing up drinking alchemy potions, he has hardly tasted any 'food'; he has been receiving the most formal and rigorous training since he was a child, and he rarely has time to enjoy family affection. He said from the bottom of his heart: "At least the least, you It must also grow to the fourth energy level, stronger than those lucky ones emerging from ordinary elves."

"why?"

At that time, Yafoda asked puzzledly: "The Canaan Moor is so big, isn't it normal for an elf to be stronger than me?"

"No way."

The elder brother lowered his eyes. At that time, Yafoda didn't see the eyes of the other party. He replied calmly: "Because we are the blood of the king. We signed a contract with the world tree capital, the successors of the blood of the first throne."

"We have to be stronger than all the elves to prove that we are stronger and superior to them. That's part of the contract."

"Jaffa - we have responsibilities and obligations. We have to be strong."

"Then lead the Canaan Moore, lead the elves, and let them live what we think is a 'good' life."

Elves are a race that believes in contracts.Once they sign the contract, unless there are some unimaginable extreme circumstances, they will definitely abide by it.

But, why did this custom come about?Yafoda is not stupid, he vaguely feels that he knows the most basic nature of the elves.

Moreover, royal blood does exist.

No matter how ignorant and incompetent the elves of the Yinmen family are, and no matter how unresourced they are, they will definitely be smarter and more knowledgeable than ordinary elves. thinking tendency.

Even the abandoned Yafoda, if there is no accident in the future, will become a well-known bachelor and a pivotal figure in the Canaan Moore scholar circle, not to mention the fourth and third energy levels, the second energy level and There must be a master title.

Therefore, at that time, Yafoda actually had a lot of questions in his mind... For example, why the fourth energy level can surpass "the lucky one among all ordinary elves", what is the "first blood of the top", and why the elves The Kingblood tribe 'has a duty and a duty' to lead the elves, and finally...

Why let people live 'what we think is good' life...instead of 'everyone thinks is good' life?

—the weak.

Yafoda considers himself a weakling.He never shy away from this, because facing his brother, he has always been, and will always be, a weakling.He is proud of this, facing such a respectable elder brother, he is willing to bow his head and consider himself an ordinary person to be his stepping stone.

However, at this very moment, he felt a little bit indignant for those 'weak people' like himself...somewhat unwilling to end like that.

He has many reasons in mind.

However, before he could figure out these problems, his brother's life came to an end.

My elder brother died in an assassination by a political opponent, a flawless poisoning.

This is the case with Canaan Moore. Because the unification war hundreds of years ago ended with no winners, the Canaan Moore Federation, which was barely put together with the ten king blood tribes at its core, was barely born.

In other worlds, such an ending may also be a way out, but in the continent of Terra, without a voice from the top of the mountain to issue orders, it is doomed to usher in a long and painful internal struggle.

- strong.

At the end of his life, the elder brother who had met his parents left his last time to his younger brother.

"Poor thing, Yafoda."

The handsome young elf's face was pale, and 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 a second me."

"Do you have any questions you want to ask? I can see that you have been wondering and have never been answered."

So Yafoda asked.He asked all his whys and all his confusions.

"How simple."

And my brother replied flatly: "No matter in the past or in the future, the will of the weak will always be overwhelmed by the strong."

"Yafoda, 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 sublimated people and all strong people willing to listen?"

"If you can't be strong enough to overwhelm everyone, what's the use of supporting ordinary people?"

"Is His Majesty the Black Sun of the Empire not strong enough to overwhelm the world? His will swept Terra, and even Dragon Island signed a brand new contract with him."

"But he died anyway. He couldn't win over everyone else."

"Look, I'm going to die too, which is proof that I'm not strong enough either."

Saying so, the elder brother showed a smile: "But, Yafoda, if you are strong enough to defeat everyone and make the world tremble with your will - it is more terrifying than the Black Sun and the First Knight combined, Its foundation is deeper than that of the Four Great Orthodox Churches and Dragon Island combined... At that time, you can even do that incredible thing, which is to let the weak live what they think is a 'good' life."

"Let everyone live the 'life they think is good'"

"But, isn't it because you are strong? It is your tolerance that made all this happen. In essence, it is still letting them live a life that 'we (the strong)' think is 'good'."

"Stop thinking of yourself as weak and ordinary, Jafta. You don't have that 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 legacy of the fifth energy level inheritance [Silver Gatekeeper] unique to the Silver Gate Department, the 'Ring of Radiance', an extremely powerful organ for sublimation of thinking.

Although the elder brother is far from reaching the fifth energy level, his core sublimation organs are also close to perfection, so they can be used again.

It is precisely because of the power of this bloodline that so many intelligent scholars and experts emerge from the bloodline of the Yinmen Department. All of these are the power of the bloodline to continue.

"Inherit it, Japhda."

The elders of the family, parents, and everyone else said so.They are all abandoned individuals, all losers.

Only Japhda, because of the same blood as his brothers, still has the possibility of being selected, and the possibility of accepting his inheritance without distortion.

They said enviously and dignifiedly: "This is your brother's will."

"Don't let his years of hard work and hard work go to waste, and all his hard work and hard work come to naught."

Yafoda still remembers the moment when he took it.

It looked like bone, whitened with age.

It smells like a cloud, relieved and free.

It feels like flesh and blood, warm and soft.

It feels like the wind, the song and all the good memories.

like... like...

Two brothers are chasing dragonflies in flight by a stream in the sun.

The chairman of the Canaan Moor House, Yafoda Silvergate shook his head.

Time has passed, and the innocent boy in the past has turned into a stern and proud man. An unconcealable resentment flashed across his face, and then gradually calmed down.

After decades, Yafoda will always recall the past scenes... As long as you close your eyes, the past memories will chase and flood into your mind.

The Canaan Moor Federation Council originated from the ancient Canaan Moor Elf Senate. The original members were 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 chairman of the parliament will not be the strongest one, but a member of the King's Blood tribe recognized by the powerhouses.

Canaan Moore currently has two powerhouses of the fifth energy level, the chosen ones of the 'Green Leaf Tribe' and the 'National Tribe'. These two powerhouses hold the 'root' and The crown', while the 'tree body' is managed by the parliament - the chairman of the parliament is the person in charge of coordinating the two powerhouses of the fifth energy level, and is also the apparent supreme ruler of the Canaan Moore Federation.

How much effort does it take to get to this point?Yafoda couldn't remember for a long time. He only knew that he finally came to this position, but there was still a long way to go from his desired destination.

Speaker of the Council...haha, how respectable does that sound?For ordinary elves, any member of parliament is a big figure they must look up to, and the speaker is simply the venerable of venerables, and even calling him by his name would seem abrupt.

But for the king blood elves, just the title of speaker cannot be fully respected by them.

Just like now.

"Uncle."

As the communication crystal panel lit up, Yafoda connected to the conversation, and he heard a soft voice: "Why do you want to do this?"

"Anfa. I didn't expect that the first greeting from my nephew, whom I haven't seen for a long time, turned out to be a question."

Yafoda 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 Guoyu family can't accept it... the Yinmen family is the same."

"Others may think that it is a rather thrilling coincidence that the spies of the Three Kingdoms attracted three different groups of monsters and destroyed the three power engines of the Siren respectively, but we all know that their intelligence , all originated and can only originate from the interior of the Canaan Moor House."

"Without your approval, how dare they act so rampantly? This is not a coincidence, this is an attack that was tacitly approved."

"Ah."

Yafoda was noncommittal, and the stern 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. Are you Do you want to ask me about this?"

"It's just an inducement. I did promise Ian that the trip would go smoothly. But in fact, it was mainly because it was too dangerous." Anfa emphasized: "We want to know a reason. Diplomats from other countries on the Siren There are a large number of big businessmen with important influence, and it is definitely not an existence that can be tested at will."

"It turns out that the Siren is in no danger."

Yafoda looked sideways at the crystal panel: "Just two hours ago, the First Fleet of the Eternal Silence Ocean had arrived around the Siren Fleet and repaired the Siren. Not only that, but it was also Thor Thanks to the distinguished guest of your Jin Deng family and your friend Zhenlong, even the joint attack of the three big monster groups failed to really break through the Siren's defense line."

"I have to say that your ability to see 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 'Root' or 'Crown'. It is what you need most. Your talent is much better than mine, and you are much luckier.”

"I would like to thank the speaker for his attention." Anfa did not slow down his words for such praise: "But this does not mean..."

"It's tacit consent."

Yafoda interrupted Anfa: "Anfa Reander, you are too young."

"True dragons are born strong, and you are half-elven and half-dragon, and you are also born strong, so you don't need to start learning politics early like us, and the tribe will not let you participate too early The internal struggle of the Great House, but let you grow up and master the power in your blood."

"Silver Gate, Ember Lantern, Green Leaf, Fertile Soil, Rattan Corridor... The five ministries of the maintenance party jointly signed a contract. You know what it means."

Behind the communication crystal board, the silence lasted for half a minute.

"...Master Gravey belongs to them?" After a long time, Anfa came with a strong and unbelievable voice: "But, the Feiye family is obviously a branch of the Qingye family...he can't be the "pillar" The party', no matter how you say it, we should be the ones who 'maintain the party'!"

"Glavie Feiye doesn't belong to any family. He only loves elves, otherwise he wouldn't have been arranged as an undercover agent back then, taking advantage of the political turmoil of the death of the black tyrant to break into the empire."

Yafoda tapped his finger on the table and made a regular 'bang bang' sound: "But his research results will not be good for us. He learned vital technology in the empire, and perhaps brought some crucial key—but he's on the wrong track, so the more important the more dangerous."

"Of course, he doesn't have to die... Without the intervention of your alchemist friend, Master Gravey will have to show some of his real skills to deal with this 'accident'. In this way, we can also See clearly what hole card he is holding in his hand so that we can deal with it next."

"It's just a pity, Ian Yinfeng... It's unbelievable that Ian Yinfeng has already reached the alchemy level of a master at such a young age. Even I feel emotional. It's a blessing to exist in the same era as such a hero. Isn't it? But his existence did ruin our plan, leaving us still ignorant of Master Gravey'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. She didn't tell you that it was her negligence. She shouldn't protect you so well. "

"...Little nephew will leave for the time being."

Anfa's communication was hung up, and Yafoda stared at the communication crystal board in front of him, then shook his 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 will not be deducted as a negative number." .”

Putting away the crystal plate, the speaker raised his head and looked out the window: "Glavie Feiye... It would be nice if you came back sooner or later. It's a pity that fate does not allow you to show your talents in this life Otherwise, you will be born in the main family, Qingye’s family, instead of Feiye’s collateral.”

"However... 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, and the endless lights flicker for years, like the Milky Way on the ground, forming a circle after circle.

Here is a very high and wide place, a place covered by eternal trees, and the topmost floor of the central [main area] of the world tree capital.

From here, the man's gaze was projected to the other end of the extremely distant sea, the silent and turbulent Eternal Ocean.

And there, amidst the endless waves, on a big ship, there was also an old man staring at the other side, at the destined hometown of all elves.

A whole fleet of fine floating wood surrounded this huge diplomatic ship and escorted it to the final destination, Heiliu Port in the southeast of Banyue 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 Gravey whispered to himself, he said to himself calmly, or he said to the young white people beside him: "This is my last chance. I will not give up no matter what."

"Ian, do you believe that there is a trajectory that can determine your life's destiny?"

—You ask the Prophet this kind of question?If I really want to believe in fate, what future will I change?

Ian Xu glanced at the side. In theory, or in other words, "fate" will be made into a dragon soul bait by the Institute of the Intellect, but in fact, the dragon girl who is still eating chocolate cake can't help but laugh. : "I think a sublime person should choose his own future well. It's a bit embarrassing to believe in fate, master."

"You're still young."

Of course, Master Gravey didn't know about Ian's slander. He didn't care about the young man's words, and shook his head old-fashionedly: "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 such a situation where the two parties are opposed to each other, the elves cannot have a future. This is the reincarnation of fate."

"Speak of this, Master."

Ian couldn't help being curious when he heard this: "What's going on with Canaan Moore? There's not much news about the kingdom of elves from the empire. I'm not very clear about the composition of Canaan Moor's political forces."

"Don't you know? You are so knowledgeable..."

Raising his brows, Master Gravey looked at Ian strangely, but soon relieved: "Yes, a smart person like you has too much to learn, and he certainly won't read the complete history and various unofficial histories of other countries. For records, the most is to look at the 'Brief History of Terra' written 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 difference between the two major political parties in Canaan Moor, the 'Maintenance Party' and the 'Pillar Party'."

"However, all of this started hundreds of years ago when a group of Canaanite Moorish mercenaries followed Zhu Xinghan and captured the Heavenly King's Tent..."

　Good news: Although there are still some sequelae, it is almost done!

Sad news: My mother has symptoms
Fortunately, taking care of people is not as time-consuming as having a fever, and it can be updated
During the few days when I had a fever, my brain was really slowed down. I should have asked for leave a long time ago, but it was not a big problem. With the loan leave slip that Qidian gave me, I was able to keep my full attendance this month!

Rush!
　
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