Chapter 1422 The World Won't Reason with You

Actually, you don't have to come back. "

In the dark room, only a dim oil lamp was lit. Vincent, who had aged a lot, looked at Bloor with a somewhat complicated expression.

"You knew I'd be back," Bloor replied calmly.

The room fell into silence, and the light of the oil lamp danced slightly.

Vincent said with a worried expression: "The Bebile family has fallen into an unprecedented dangerous situation. Elliott wants to tear up your marriage contract with Sally, so he will not hesitate to let the entire Bebile family be buried with him. Now the only one My hope is that you will keep your engagement to Sally and marry her."

"You said the same thing when you asked me to agree to this engagement." The corners of Brewer's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

Vincent looked at Bloor, opened his mouth, moved his throat, and closed it again, sighing softly with a sad expression.

"You should know about the night elves." Bloor asked.

"When Berg's army besieged the crypt, I and the warriors from the Bebile family were also present." Vincent nodded.

"At that time, I was on the burrow surrounded by you." Bloor looked at Vincent and smiled.

"You..." Vincent's pupils trembled, and he fixed his eyes on Bloor. After a while, his expression gradually eased, as if he had aged a lot at once, his voice was much lower, and he said with a complicated expression: "I guess I arrived, but I didn't expect you to be there, I almost lost a son."

"Freedom is there, 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 Babeli family has been struggling to survive in the cracks all these years. We have no way to refuse Berg's order, nor can we refuse Helena's order. Freedom is too much for us. As the patriarch, the most important thing is What we need is to figure out how to keep our family alive, not to talk about the future." Vincent said with a desolate expression.

Bloor looked at Vincent and asked, "Do you think it's interesting to live like this? Is this really the life we ​​elves want? Our people have even forgotten what freedom is! Even if it's us, we These so-called nobles still have shackles around their necks, even if they are served by servants, how have they ever had freedom? Is it the same in the Wind Forest a hundred years ago?"

Vincent's face turned pale, and he took a step back subconsciously.

a hundred years ago,

The elves drove the invading demons out of the Forest of Wind at a heavy price, and then established the Forest of Wind under the planning of Her Majesty the Queen and the High Priest.

At that time, no elves would have thought that the elves would become like this.

Even in the worst war, the elves who still longed for freedom were all turned into slaves by the extravagant atmosphere and the shackle-like system.

Yes, even as the patriarch of a clan, he still lives with trepidation.

This fear does not come from foreign enemies, but from his clansmen, those clansmen who once fought side by side.

Everyone lives in desire and fear, struggles with each other, and fights against each other. For the rights that the elves cared least about, they gave up the freedom they have been upholding for thousands of years, and willingly became a link in the chain.

"During this period, the young people in the clan began to become a little mysterious. They would secretly gather after everyone fell asleep, talking about freedom behind their backs, and their eyes seemed to glow." Vincent raised Looking at Bloor, "That look is just like you."

Bloor narrowed his gaze slightly, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Recently, Helena has arrested many young people. She called them traitors and infiltrators of the night elves, and issued a secret order to every noble territory, ordering all those who talk about freedom to be arrested and imprisoned. Dungeon." Vincent glanced at Bloor's fist, and continued: "Tomorrow, at Sally's canonization ceremony, these young people will be publicly executed to frighten those elves who are about to move."

"This is tyranny." Bloor bit his lip and said in a low voice.

"This world won't reason with you, just like in order to stop this engagement, the killer of the Brewster family may already be on the way at this time. In order to become an existence like Berg, Elliott will kill at all costs Everyone in front of him." Vincent shook his head.

Bloor looked at Vincent, was silent for a while, then slowly let go of his hand, and then said as calmly as possible: "You didn't arrest those young people, and you didn't send them to Helena."

"Yeah, it's not like me at all." Vincent nodded, his eyes fell on the oil lamp beside him, he looked at the flickering candlelight, and said softly: "What's wrong with chasing freedom? We worked so hard back then, no Is it just for freedom..."

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In a secret room in the Brewster family, five or six elves sat in the primary and secondary seats, and Elliot sat in the main seat. The dancing candlelight made his gloomy face look even more frightening.

Everyone in the secret room also had dignified expressions, without making a sound, as if they were waiting for something.

"Patriarch, the killer has arrived, do you want to start now?" An elf dressed in black walked into the door from the outside, kneeling on the ground, respectfully.

Elliott grinned, and said coldly: "Vincent is an old man who doesn't know what is good or bad, and he is unwilling to cancel the engagement, so don't blame me for being cruel. Since his son has already appeared, he should kill him. Dead people can't marry him." Our princess is here."

"yes."

The elf answered, got up and was about to go out.

"Patriarch, High Priest Helena sent a secret letter." At this moment, an elf ran into the door quickly, presenting a secret letter with a star seal in both hands.

All the elves in the secret room looked at the secret letter in Elliott's hand.

"Huh?" Elliott took the secret letter, and the star magic seal on the envelope was automatically released, and a piece of black letter paper fell into Elliott's hands.

Elliott looked down at the letter paper, his face fluctuating for a while, and finally angrily crumpled the letter paper into a ball of waste paper, which turned into powder in his hands.

All the elves looked at each other, they didn't know anything, and they didn't dare to ask anything.

"The plan is cancelled, let him live first." Elliott said in a low voice, full of unwillingness.

...

"Nezha, let's start with the Hunyuan Pearl bred by heaven and earth..."

The story of Nezha Mag has not finished yet, the two little ones have already fallen asleep peacefully in his arms, and the ugly duckling is also sleeping soundly while hugging his feet.

Mag smiled helplessly, stood up cautiously, laid the two little guys flat, covered the quilt, and threw the ugly duckling among them, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come to my room." Irina stood at the door and said, then turned and left.

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