The horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the elven embassy, and as soon as Yngwie and Blour disembarked, a middle-aged elf hurried over to them. He handed over a letter to Yngwie, and whispered, "Master Yngwie, this is a secret letter from our elven race. It must be something important."
The middle-aged elf turned to Blour with a curious expression. He had never seen such a beautiful young woman before; why was she disembarking from the horse-drawn carriage with Yngwie?
Yngwie undid the magic seal on the letter, and pulled it out to read for a while. His expression immediately changed as he turned to Blour, and said, "Third … Young Mistress Shirley, come with me. I have something to tell you."
"Alright." Blour nodded before following Yngwie into the embassy with a curious look on his face.
"What happened in the elven race?" Blour asked after entering the room.
"Take a look for yourself." Yngwie handed over the letter in his hand.
"Princess Irina has come out of her cave! But I'm in Chaos City! I can't believe I missed out on something so important! "Blour accepted the letter, and he immediately clasped a hand over his heart with a pained expression.
"That's not the main point! Master Schubert of the Krol Family has been slain, and Her Majesty has changed the elven law to abolish slavery. All of these things are going to have a massive impact on all of the major families in the elven race. In fact, they could even shake our very foundation. Young Master Blour, these are the things that a worthy successor should look at first. "Yngwie was looking at Blour with an exasperated expression.
"Is that so? I think you've misunderstood the main point. The major families of the elven race only began to emerge after the conclusion of the war among species. After that, Helena's reforms led to the current situation where the elven race is divided into several major families. Are you referring to the foundation that we've accumulated over the past few decades? I think Helena and the major families have completely upended the elven race's foundation. The thousands of years of freedom are the true foundation of the elven race. " Blour shook his head with a smile as he continued, "Do you know why Princess Irina has so many admirers and supporters in the elven race? It's not because of how powerful she is, but because we see in her what an elf should be like. Noble, elegant, carefree, free and unrestrained. "
Yngwie fell silent at the sight of Blour's mocking smile, and only after a while did he put on a serious expression as he said, "This is the general trend. All races have to do what they want, and make the elven race more powerful. Only then will we be able to protect more elves from being enslaved in the next calamity."
"While enslaving them, you tell them that this is to protect them from being enslaved by others? Then, during the war, they will be sent to the frontlines to protect those who enslaved them from harm. Isn't this the great idea of the great families? " Blour looked into Yngwie's eyes with a serious expression as he said, "Yngwie, you've been through countless battles between species. I want to ask you, are the elves in The Wind Forest really happy? Even those lazy elves in the big families who are used to being served by others, are they really happy? "
Yngwie fell silent again, and Blour also didn't say anything. However, he was still staring intently at Yngwie, awaiting his answer.
"Perhaps you're indeed not suited to be the successor of the Baibilly Family." Yngwie looked at Blour with a smile as he said, "However, you're suited to be a thinker. The Baibilly Family needs a thinker like you, and perhaps the entire elven race needs one as well. As such, I won't say this to anyone else, including the family leader. However, I hope that you won't say this to anyone else. At the very least, it's best that you keep these words to yourself until you're in the position that can change everything. "
"There are some things that I only say to the right person." A smile also appeared on Blour's face as he slowly relaxed his tightly clenched fists.
"Looking back at my close to 800 years of life, the most depressing period for the elven race wasn't when The Wind Forest was almost taken over by the demons and orcs during the war between species. Even then, the melodious singing in The Wind Forest had never ceased, and everyone was filled with hope and longing for the future. However, in The Wind Forest now, those joyful singing can no longer be heard. Picking wild fruits has become a job, and the days of sitting on the treetops for an entire day are long gone. Without the war, their lives have become even more depressing. That is indeed a very sad thing. "Yngwie's expression was a little forlorn.
"That's why I've always stayed in Chaos City. Compared to The Wind Forest, this city is full of life and vitality. The soil of freedom is becoming more and more fertile, and I believe that a different flower will grow here one day. I just don't know if I'll have the chance to see it again. This is a very comfortable city, just like The Wind Forest in the past. " A hint of a smile appeared on Yngwie's face as he looked at Blour with renewed hope in his eyes, and said, "If you want to help the elven princess, then you have to be powerful enough. All of the major families have already divided up the elven race, and even Her Majesty can only abolish one or two of the elven laws."
"At times like this, I have to use my beauty to influence them." Blour heaved a faint sigh before looking at Yngwie with a serious expression. "In that case, I'll leave it to you. Let's hope that The Wind Forest can once again sing songs of freedom."
"I only want to hear those songs once in my life." Yngwie also nodded with a smile.
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"The system has rejected your request and rolled its eyes at you."
A string of words flashed through Meg's mind, followed by an eye-rolling emoji.
"Are you happy to be cheeky, system?" Meg couldn't help but roll his eyes as well. It appeared that the system was still angry about the tea leaves.
Meg was completely unperturbed by this, and he didn't feel guilty in the slightest. If he didn't scam the system, he wouldn't be able to make a lot of money.
"Alright, looks like you don't want to earn this money. In that case, I'll have to use Amy's music box. Isn't there a dozen or so nursery rhymes in there? Even though the styles are a little mixed, it's still alright," Meg said calmly as he prepared to get the music box.
"Host, how can a classy restaurant play music like Gokuraku Jodo while the customers are eating? If their legs are shaking while they're eating, how can they enjoy their meal? This is a disaster. "The system's voice was tinged with a hint of grief.
"What does that have to do with anything? It fully showcases the uniqueness of our restaurant, and it's a completely different experience for the customers," Meg replied with a nonchalant expression.
The system said in a serious voice, "The God of Cookery Restaurant has to pay attention to every detail. Just the right amount of music can greatly enhance the style of the restaurant. Different restaurants have different musical pairings, and this pairing has to be based on —"
"Alright, Mr. Vegetable, I'll have a Jay Chou music box first. How much is it?" Meg cut off the system.
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