"Why wouldn't they want to go back? Only in The Wind Forest can they receive the blessings of the God of Life and receive the protection of the powerful elven race. If they wander outside, they have to face threats from foreign races every day. Even their survival is a problem, so what happiness and freedom are they talking about? "Sally looked at Blour with a firm expression.
"Even though I've only left The Wind Forest a few times, in my eyes, this world is different from what you see. The elves who wander outside The Wind Forest don't often face threats from foreign races. On the contrary, many elves are able to successfully integrate into the local life. For example, in Chaos City, the elves have joined the city lord's castle and the Gray Temple, and become the city's administrators. Their lives are stable and free." Blour shook his head.
He looked at Sally's tightly furrowed brows, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face as he said, "Also, don't you know why they're leaving The Wind Forest? After the war among species, Mistress Helena initiated a revolution among the elven race, and the number of elves leaving The Wind Forest increased year by year. They weren't abandoned by the God of Life; this was their own choice. They don't want protection; they want freedom. Elves are naturally protected by nature, and the God of Life won't abandon them just because they leave The Wind Forest. She also worships freedom. "
"I believe in what I've seen. At the very least, the elves in The Wind Forest are living a peaceful life. Furthermore, very few elves have left The Wind Forest in recent years. Instead, more and more elves are returning to the Wind Forest. Doesn't that mean that The Wind Forest is becoming better and better?" Sally pondered for a moment, but the determination in her eyes was no longer as resolute as before.
"They're not leaving because they've been shackled. There's an invisible wall around The Wind Forest. As for the elves who have returned to The Wind Forest, do you think they've all returned to The Wind Forest willingly to become slaves of the major families? The freedom and ease you've received in The Wind Forest is built on the premise that many elven slaves have been exploited. Other than stability, do they have any freedom? " Blour's smile became even more derisive. He was looking at Sally as if he were looking at an innocent little girl who had been born in a major elven family, and had been raised in a traditional family.
If it were anyone else, Blour would've already turned around and left. However, Sally's identity was quite special, and he could see her compassion for the elves.
From her perspective, Helena's reforms had made the elven race more powerful and stable. The major families appeared to be glamorous on the surface, but each of them had their own responsibilities, making the entire elven race more efficient. This was a tangible benefit to the elven race after the reforms.
He had once viewed the elven race in the same light, and there was even a period of time where he held Helena in high esteem, thinking that she had changed the elven race for the better and allowed them to live comfortable lives.
However, he began to come into contact with the elves living at the bottom of the social ladder, as well as the elves who had voluntarily returned to The Wind Forest. Only then did he slowly discover what kind of darkness was lurking beneath the glamor of the major families. Helena's reforms were undoubtedly a disaster for the elven race.
As such, Blour could see a reflection of himself in Sally, and he also hoped that the wandering elves would be able to return to The Wind Forest to live comfortable lives.
Now, he only wanted to help more elves escape from the elven race's former holy land and allow them to live in a more expansive world with more freedom.
Sally looked into Blour's eyes, and felt as if his words were ringing out in her mind like a drum. She couldn't help but think of the busy servants in her family. They seemed to never have time to rest, and were constantly busy. If they weren't careful, they could be scolded.
"Are they really happy?" Sally thought to herself. She shook her head internally at the thought of all those exhausted faces. She rarely even saw smiles on their faces, so how could they be happy?
That's right, after becoming slaves, they had lost their freedom, and couldn't even leave the territory of the major families.
Even though all of the major families accepted elves as slaves in accordance with the elven law, when Sally calmed down and thought about it, she discovered that those elves who hadn't done anything wrong and had only become slaves because they had mistakenly barged into the territories of the major families, had lost their freedom for such a ridiculous reason.
In that instant, Sally's worldview, which she had held onto for over 20 years, began to show signs of crumbling. She was beginning to doubt whether the powerful elven race was what most elves wanted.
"For elves, the last thing they need is stability. Nature is our home, and if we lose our freedom, we will lose our souls." Blour looked at Sally with a serious expression as he said, "If you want me to help you stay in Chaos City, then you have to promise me something. In the future, regardless of whether you become the leader of the Brewster Family or the elven queen, you will strive for true freedom for all elves, not safety and stability."
Sally pursed her lips as she looked at Blour, but she still didn't say anything.
"I'll be coming to Amy's again tomorrow night. I hope you can make your choice." Blour didn't try to rush her. He nodded and turned to leave.
"What is true freedom?" Sally stood on the spot as the cold moonlight shone down upon her, elongating her shadow on the grass. She looked at her own shadow and fell into deep thought.
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"Father, can we go see the little stars?" In the restaurant, Amy had just taken a bath and changed into a set of bear pajamas. She was wide awake as she looked at Meg with her bright eyes.
"Sure." Meg was planning to lie down early to learn how to cook, but he couldn't help but nod at the sight of Amy's adorable expression.
"Yay! Let's go see the stars, Ugly Duckling. "Amy picked up Ugly Duckling in her arms and ran toward the balcony on the third floor.
Meg turned on the staircase light with a smile, and followed Amy up the stairs.
"The moon is so round and beautiful today. It's like a big pancake. I really want to take a bite out of it." Amy looked up at the moon in the sky as soon as they stepped out.
Meg also looked up at the moon in the sky, which was about to become a perfect circle. Upon hearing Amy's words, he was suddenly struck by a sense of nostalgia for the mid-autumn festival. Those days of eating mooncakes while admiring the full moon were truly gone.
"Father, can the moon be eaten?" Amy turned to Meg with curiosity and anticipation on her little face.
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