Chapter 595
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"Sindonal! Have you betrayed us? "
The black-clothed man sat in front of a long table and glared at the young elder. He couldn't believe that Sindonal would choose to ally with a blasphemer.
"I'm only following the guidance of the holy tree … Socoron! Isn't this the reason why you risked breaking the taboo and left Assequero? We don't have much time left! "
The calm High Elf Elder refuted the opinion of his fellow High Elf.
"The holy tree's guidance? Have you forgotten our commandments? 'Never rely on any blasphemer', "the black-clothed man said with a solemn expression.
"Can the commandments change the fate of Assequero that is about to fall to the ground? No! "
Sindonal denied the black-clothed man's words with an equally solemn voice.
The two high elves sat in front of the wooden table and faced each other. If not for Josiah's mana shackling, they would have started fighting each other.
But just as the tense atmosphere was about to explode …
"Erm … Do any of you need alcohol?"
The prettiest 'girl' in the Hearthstone Tavern, Ino, appeared at the long table. She had followed Madam Marina to this' new tavern 'to take a look.
The surroundings of the tavern were still being renovated. The craftsmen from the Craftsmen Brotherhood were renovating the building outside the tavern.
However, the tavern was already open, and the two high elves naturally became the first and second customers of the 'Hearthstone Tavern: Underground Ruins Branch'.
If it wasn't for the fact that Josiah hadn't thought of a promotion for the opening of the tavern, there might have been a celebration.
Although there wasn't a celebration, Ino still instinctively did her duty.
"No need to thank me." Sindonal replied in the human language. He had been arguing with the black-clothed man in the elven language.
These two languages were imprinted in the mind of every high elf, and they were born with the knowledge.
"I need a glass of ice ale," the black-clothed man suddenly said.
"Alright." Ino took down the items the black-clothed man ordered and left, leaving Sindonal staring at the black-clothed man in silence.
The silence lasted until Ino placed an iced ale and dessert in front of the black-clothed man.
"I'm a little thirsty after talking to you for so long."
The man in black took off the mask on his face. His face had inherited the unique beauty of the High Elves, but it was very neutral. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was feminine and handsome.
"This is what you call a blasphemer." Elder Sindonar watched him chug down a bottle of ale without hesitation. His fair cheeks were slightly flushed.
"This is something invented by humans. It has nothing to do with blasphemers."
The black-clothed man replied expressionlessly.
"It's been almost twenty years since I left Assequero. The amount of energy I can absorb from the holy tree has been decreasing. In these twenty years, I've come to understand hunger."
The man in black said as he picked up the free cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
Elder Sindonar also noticed the signs of age on the face of the man in front of him.
When the High Elves were nourished by the holy tree's energy, they would basically only need to eat once a month. After leaving Assequero, hunger would become more frequent.
Therefore, in the eyes of the High Elves, humans who needed to devour the bones of other creatures every day were considered lowly lifeforms.
"Is it really worth it to suffer so much over the past twenty years?" Elder Sindonar looked at the traces of weathering on the man's face and his anger gradually subsided.
"Suffering? Elder Sindonar … I don't think you've tasted how delicious human food is! " The man in black stuffed another piece of cake into his mouth and said, "Hunger, eating, and then being satisfied. I'm already addicted to this feeling. If I were to establish an energy connection with the holy tree again, the feeling of fullness in my body would make me feel a little uncomfortable."
"Then you should be more receptive to the holy tree's guidance than I am."
Even though Elder Sindonar had been to Noland once, he still couldn't get used to some of the human customs. On the other hand, the man in black had lived in the human world for more than twenty years.
He should be more receptive to foreign concepts than the older generation of High Elves.
"If you knew about our past, you wouldn't trust the blasphemer," the man in black said.
"I'm curious about the history of the High Elves."
Josiah sat on the other side of the long table and looked at the two High Elves in front of him.
With the blessing of the World Tree of the Frost Elves, Josiah could vaguely understand the language of the two High Elves.
The man in black silently took out the currency of Noland and placed it on the table, then continued to eat his dessert in silence.
"Alright, Elder Sindonar, let's talk about what's going on with your race." Josiah didn't pursue the man in black's intentions and changed the topic to the Elder Sindonar.
"The Elder Council forbids you from stepping into Assequero," Elder Sindonar said. Elder Sindonar said, "Even if the holy tree decides to meet you, it will be seen as an extremely dangerous act."
"Does your presence here mean that the council doesn't approve of my decision?" Josiah was a little relieved after hearing that the High Elves had a council system.
"No. The decision was made by three High Elf elders who are much older than me. They are very … wary of the Chaos demons," Elder Sindonar said. "The holy tree sent me to meet you … hoping that I can somehow bring you to the holy tree, but the Elder Council has sealed the place. I don't have the ability to bring you there."
"What do the other High Elves think of my visit?" Josiah continued to ask.
"Many people in our race are unaware of this, but the Elder Council is split in opinion. One of the five Elders is maintaining a neutral stance. I'm trying to persuade him to accept the guidance of the Holy Tree, but he still has many concerns." Elder Sindonar glanced at the man in black and said, "The High Elves don't believe that you have a way to save Assequero."
"Does that mean I have to prove it to them?" Josiah fell into deep thought. "Have you seen that girl Ahr? That … naive High Elf from before? "
"Ahr? She was locked up by Elder Enya for a year and has been in deep thought all this time. I haven't seen her for a long time. "
"A year of confinement. You long-lived species sure can waste a lot of time."
Josiah waved his hand and opened the interface of the Magic Net. Although Ahr had accumulated enough popularity, the High Elves could gather faith power through the worship of other creatures.
"As you can see, I'm planning to open a shop in Assequero. I've heard your discussion. Elder Sindonar, you want your race to change, right?"
Josiah looked at the young High Elf elder solemnly.
"The Elder Council's glorious image of Assequero is too … ugly. That's why I'm looking for another path of redemption," Elder Sindonar said.
"Then please introduce our shop to the young High Elves. The change of the High Elves starts from trying to interact with the outside world."
Josiah found a piece of paper and a simple drawing of a cartoon character giving a thumbs up.
"Change starts from interacting with the outside world …" The man in black beside him murmured what Josiah had said. "I still don't understand why the holy tree chose you."
"The answer is simple."
Suddenly, a white cat appeared on Josiah's head, a black cat appeared on Josiah's left shoulder, and Shiratori landed on Josiah's right shoulder.
Seeing the three spirits of the holy tree appear on Josiah's body at the same time, the man in black was so surprised that he didn't even notice the cake in his mouth falling to the ground.
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