Actually, you didn't have to come back. "
In the dark room, only a dim oil lamp was lit. Vincent looked at Blour with a complex expression, and he seemed to have aged a lot.
"You knew I would come back," Blour replied calmly.
The room fell into silence, and the light from the oil lamp flickered slightly.
Vincent said with a worried expression, "The Baibilly family has never been in such a dangerous situation before. Elliot wants to break the engagement between you and Sally, and he's willing to sacrifice the entire Baibilly family. Now, the only hope is that you can maintain the engagement with Sally and marry her."
"That's what you said when you made me agree to this engagement." Blour's lips curled up into a mocking smile.
Vincent looked at Blour with his mouth open. His throat moved, and he closed it again. He sighed with a dejected expression.
"You should know about the Night Elves, right?" Blour asked.
"When Borg's army besieged the underground cavern, the warriors of the Baibilly Family and I were also there." Vincent nodded.
"At that time, I was on the underground cavern that you besieged." Blour looked at Vincent with a smile.
"You …" Vincent's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Blour. After a long while, his expression gradually eased, and he seemed to have aged a lot. His voice was much lower, and he said with a complicated expression, "I guessed it, but I didn't expect you to really be there. I almost lost a son.
"Freedom is there, and Princess Irina is there. As an elf, shouldn't I be there? You almost lost a son, and the elves almost lost their future. A future that was almost killed by you.
"You know, the Baibilly Family has been struggling to survive all these years. We couldn't reject Borg's orders, nor could we reject Helena's orders. Freedom is too extravagant for us. As the chief, the most important thing for me is to think of ways to let our family survive, and not talk about the future, "Vincent said with a lonely expression.
Blour looked at Vincent, and questioned, "Do you think there's any meaning in living like this? Is this really the life that we elves want? Our people have even forgotten what freedom is! Even we, the so-called nobles, still have shackles around our necks. Even if we are served by servants, when have we ever had freedom? Was The Wind Forest like this a hundred years ago? "
Vincent's face turned pale and he subconsciously took a step back.
A hundred years ago, the elves had paid a heavy price to drive the invading demons out of The Wind Forest. Then, under the planning of Her Majesty the Queen and the High Priest, the current The Wind Forest was built.
At that time, no elf would have thought that the elf race would become like this.
Even in the most tragic of wars, the elves still yearned for freedom, but they were all turned into slaves by the extravagant culture and the shackle-like system.
That's right. Even though he was the Patriarch of a clan, he still lived in fear.
This fear didn't come from the enemy, but from his clansmen, the clansmen who had fought side by side with him.
Everyone lived in desire and fear. They struggled and fought against each other. For the rights that the elves didn't care about the least, they gave up the freedom that they had upheld for thousands of years and willingly became a link in the chain.
"During this period of time, the young people in our tribe have become a little mysterious. They would secretly gather after everyone had fallen asleep, and they would talk about freedom behind our backs. It was as if their eyes were glowing." Vincent looked up at Blour. "Their expressions are just like yours."
Blour's gaze froze, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.
"Recently, Helena has captured many young people. She called them traitors and Night Elves infiltrators. She also gave a secret order to every noble's territory to capture all those who talked about freedom and throw them into the dungeon." Vincent glanced at Blour's fists, and continued, "Tomorrow, at Sally's conferring ceremony, these young people will be publicly executed to deter those elves who are ready to make trouble."
"This is tyranny," Blour said in a low voice as he bit his lips.
"This world won't reason with you. Just like in order to stop this marriage, the Brewster Family's assassins might already be on their way. In order to become an existence like Borg, Elliot will kill everyone who stands in his way at all costs. "Vincent shook his head.
Blour looked at Vincent and was silent for a while. He slowly let go of his fists, and then tried his best to say calmly, "You didn't capture those young people, and you didn't send them to Helena."
"Yes, that's not like me at all." Vincent nodded. His gaze landed on the oil lamp at the side. He looked at the flickering candlelight, and softly said, "What's wrong with pursuing freedom? Didn't we fight so hard for freedom back then …"
…
In a secret chamber in the Brewster Family, five or six elves were sitting in a row. Elliot was sitting in the main seat. The flickering candlelight made his gloomy face look even scarier.
Everyone in the secret chamber also had solemn expressions. They didn't say anything as if they were waiting for something.
An elf in a black robe quickly strode in from outside. He half-knelt on the ground, and respectfully said, "Family Leader, the assassins have arrived. Should we set off now?"
A cold smile appeared on Elliot's face as he said, "That old bastard Vincent doesn't know what's good for him. If he doesn't want to cancel the marriage, then don't blame me for being cruel. Since his son has already appeared, then let's kill him. A dead man can't marry our princess."
"Yes."
That elf replied, and got up to leave.
"Family Leader, High Priestess Helena has sent a secret letter." Right at this moment, an elf quickly ran in, and presented a secret letter with a starry sky seal on it with both hands.
All the elves in the secret chamber looked at the secret letter in Elliot's hands.
"Hmm?" Elliot accepted the secret letter. The starry sky seal on the letter was automatically removed, and a piece of black paper fell into Elliot's hands.
Elliot lowered his head to look at the letter, and his expression changed. In the end, he angrily crumpled the letter into a ball of scrap paper and turned it into dust in his hands.
All the elves looked at one another. They didn't know anything, and they didn't dare to ask anything.
"Cancel the plan. Let him live for now," Elliot said in a low voice with a strong sense of indignation.
…
"This Nezha, we have to start from the Chaos Essence Bead that was born from heaven and earth …"
Meg hadn't finished telling Nezha's story yet, but the two little fellows had already fallen asleep in his arms. Ugly Duckling was also sleeping soundly while hugging his leg.
Meg smiled with a resigned expression. He carefully got up, laid the two little fellows down, and covered them with a blanket. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief after putting Ugly Duckling between them.
"Come to my room," Irina said as she stood at the door. Then, she turned and left.
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