Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1967 This Child is Like Me
Wright downed the tea in his cup in one gulp and let out a long sigh of relief.

He was actually reluctant to recall this matter. Although it wasn't exactly a secret within the Elven race, the Eredar's betrayal was a painful memory for him.

He originally intended to join forces with Eredar to change the Elven race, but they parted ways due to differences in their ideologies, and now they have become mortal enemies.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Hilke, what class did you obtain in this trial? Was the method you used when you arrived granted by that class?"

Similar topics are not private within the Elven race.

Ultimately, simply knowing the other party's class rank isn't very useful.

Therefore, Wright didn't feel there was anything wrong with asking this question at this moment.

Hilke didn't think much of it.

"The methods used at that time were not granted by rank, but by His Majesty."

'Dance of the Gale' is a mantra that grants the ability to fly at high speeds. Although mages can also use it, their bodies simply cannot withstand that speed. This is why 'Dance of the Gale' is considered a combat skill, not a magic spell.

Under these circumstances, the consumption of the Dance of the Gale is still high, and if the attributes do not match, the consumption will increase even further.

With all these factors combined, Hilke can be said to be the best master of the 'Dance of the Gale' combat skill within their Great Zhou, and also the general with the highest compatibility with it, without exception.

'Dance of the Gale' requires the wind attribute, and Hilk is a wind attribute user.

The 'Dance of the Gale' technique is very energy-consuming. With a spirit level of five, Hilke's internal energy is among the best of martial artists of the same level.

In a way, it was perfect for 'Dance of the Wind' to fall into Hilke's hands.

During this time, after learning that it was a method given by Zhou Xu, Wright stopped asking questions; he still had that much sense of propriety.

Hilke continued speaking...

"As for class, the class the Ancient Tree of the Elves bestowed upon me is 'Storm Swordmaster'."

Upon receiving this answer, Wright immediately smiled.

"Just as I guessed, the class that the Ancient Tree of Elves bestowed upon me is also 'Storm Swordsman'."

From the moment they met, Wright took a liking to the boy, Hilke.

He is young but has outstanding abilities and talent. He is also diligent, hardworking, sincere and humble.

This made Wright look at him with a sense of kinship, and she liked him more and more the more she looked at him.

Now that the other party has obtained the same 'Storm Sword Saint' class as himself, Wright feels a sense of pleasure that 'this child is like me'.

Of course, as the Elf King, Wright himself has children, even two, and now he knows Hilke and they have become good friends in private.

However, his two children were quite different from him in temperament, and were not exactly undisciplined. Although Wright didn't say it, he was still a little worried about this situation.

They are the future Elf Kings, and they need to work harder and be more ambitious. Otherwise, how can they take the throne from their own hands and shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the Elf race and leading the Elf race forward?
Whenever Wright thought of this, he couldn't help but wish that Hilke would come back to the tribe.

When his child succeeds to the throne, with Hilke by his side to assist him, the Elven race will surely be able to live in peace and stability.

While drinking tea and eating snacks, they learned that Hilke had also obtained the 'Storm Sword Saint' class of Wright, and he shared a lot of his experience.

This experience is undoubtedly invaluable to Hilke, who has just broken through and obtained a class.

After finishing a pot of tea and some snacks, Wright wiped his mouth.

"How about we stretch our muscles a bit?"

"Please enlighten me, Your Majesty the Elf King." Hilke knew that the other party wanted to guide him, an opportunity that others would kill for, so Hilke naturally wouldn't refuse.

He also understood why Wright taught him court swordsmanship and guided his practice.

His Majesty the Elf King is kind and magnanimous, but certainly not naive.

From a racial perspective, he is indeed an elf, and he certainly wouldn't stand idly by if the elves were in trouble.

But on this basis, in order to solidify this relationship, they will definitely need more social interactions.

Wright taught him court swordsmanship, guided his cultivation, and had him undergo the trials of the ancient elven tree—all of which were ways of making Hilke indebted to him.

So that when the elves need him in the future, he can help them without hesitation.

Just like Hilk, who had just finished his trial, came to his aid without hesitation and helped force back Eredar.

Human relationships are a troublesome thing; they need to be maintained and constantly reciprocated in order to last.

Owe someone a favor sometimes isn't a good thing, but sometimes it can turn into a good thing.

For example, if the Great Zhou wants to deepen its ties with the Elven race and maintain them in the long term, then in addition to the deep cooperation between the two forces, it is also necessary to strengthen the personal relationships between the two sides.

If the other party doesn't want to owe you a favor, then it's the same if you owe them a favor.

The important thing is to establish a connection between each other so that you have a reason to reach out to the other person.

Mutual help and support—you help me today, I help you tomorrow—allows the friendship between the two sides to accumulate and deepen over time. This is the most typical approach.

Of course, all of this is on the premise that you have to be discerning in choosing the right people; this trick won't work on ungrateful people.

Nowadays, Hilk is the bridge that builds and deepens the friendship between the Elven race and the Great Zhou. If they want you to do them a favor, you do it. When you find an opportunity, you return some of it. With give and take, the matter is settled.

Zhou Xu had already explained the key points to Hilke, which allowed Hilke to handle the situation with ease.

After a sparring session, Hilke benefited greatly and couldn't help but express his gratitude once again.

Wright waved his hand.

"Actually, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Just say it."

Hilke wasn't surprised at all; in fact, he could already guess what Wright wanted to ask him for.

And this is indeed the case...

"We don't know when the Eredar will attack again, so I hope you can stay here for the foreseeable future."

Wright couldn't help but worry whenever the topic came up.

"After that previous battle, I'm pretty sure that Eredar has figured me out completely. During the fight, I was on the defensive the whole time, and every move he made was calculated and even restricted by him. Judging from this situation, I don't have much confidence if we face each other again in the future."

Wright wasn't unaware of the need to make changes, but that would be tantamount to crippling himself and starting all over again—it wasn't that easy. Even if he did do it, he might not be able to defeat Eredar.

Compared to taking that risk, Wright believed he had a more effective way.

“Hilk, if you can stay here and lend me a hand, then when we join forces, Eredar will definitely not dare to act rashly.”

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