Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 2032 Prince Morton's Soul Has Left His Body
On the border military district side, while Ereda's antics led to daily training being escalated into armored combat, Wright, on the other side, was experiencing his younger brother's rather extravagant day.

In the morning, we start with dim sum, then go shopping. If we get hungry, we head to the food street and eat and stroll around at the same time.

We had hot pot for dinner at a restaurant, then went to a pub to drink until midnight, and then went to get some skewers.

"No wonder you've gained so much weight recently!"

It was past 1 a.m. when they finished eating the skewers, and the guy finally decided to go home.

Standing in the hallway, he pressed his head against the door, then took out his key and opened it...

"Welcome to my home. *burp*"

Upon entering the apartment, a scene of utter chaos greeted the eye, with all sorts of things piled up everywhere.

This is clearly not a problem with the apartment itself, but rather that Morton is just too good at buying things.

"Feel free, make yourself at home."

Morton mumbled incoherently.

"You can sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa."

After saying that, he plopped down on the sofa piled with clothes, and within moments, a deafening snoring sound filled the air...

As extraordinary beings, the elves have a remarkably strong metabolic capacity. Even if they were completely drunk the night before, it wouldn't affect their condition the next day.

But he's just too lazy. Even if he could get up early, Morton has no desire to do so. He plans to sleep until noon today.

Wright had heard about his younger brother's lazy lifestyle before, but since he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, his experience wasn't very direct.

Looking at his younger brother, who was sleeping soundly like a lump of mud, and thinking about what had happened all day yesterday, Wright's eyelids twitched.

"Morton, get up right now and come with me for our morning exercise, then we'll have breakfast."

"what?"

Morton, slumped on the sofa, hadn't opened his eyes yet, but the blankness on his face was already completely evident.

"I don't eat breakfast, brother, you go by yourself."

As Morton spoke, he buried his head in the pile of clothes on the sofa, but he didn't forget to give a word of advice.

"But don't go too far, or you'll get lost."

"..."

But Wright clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook.

Don't you think you're being too lazy?

"Isn't this a good thing? Others dream of living this kind of life but can't."

Morton replied listlessly.

However, as they argued back and forth, his sleepiness gradually faded, and he began to regret letting his older brother live with him.

"No, brother, I'm just an elven prince with nothing to do. I was born to enjoy life. Why would I get up early?"

"You can cultivate! It's not good for your health if you don't cultivate and don't eat breakfast."

Wright looked serious; from his perspective, he was indeed thinking about his brother's health.

But Morton wasn't buying it at all.

"I'm not good at cultivation, and even if I did, I probably wouldn't achieve anything. If I can't solve a problem, I can ask you, Big Brother. If even you can't solve it, do you expect me to solve it by cultivating on my own?"

"..."

"As for physical health, we elves are born extraordinary beings, with a natural lifespan of around 1,600 years. Even if I'm not very healthy, it doesn't matter if I live a hundred or two hundred years less, or even two or three hundred years less. Living to 1,300 years old is about right."

"..."

Hearing his brother's words, Wright was speechless for a moment.

Morton ignored him, and after saying that, he rolled over again and buried himself in the pile of clothes.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep until noon, don't bother me."

However, in the next second, Morton found himself being lifted up by his older brother Wright with one hand.

Then, turning his head, he was met with his older brother's expressionless face.

"I can't argue with you, but you have to listen to me."

Morton was utterly astonished.

"Even my mother has never disciplined me like this!"

"They spoiled you too much, which is why you've become like this." Wright and Morton, although they are brothers, are more than four hundred years apart in age, which is not small even among the elves.

Morton was Wright's parents' late-life child, so they doted on him.

He can't be said to have gone astray now, but he's become so lazy that Wright can't stand it anymore.

From the moment Wright started acting 'unreasonably,' Morton had no way to deal with his older brother.

Seeing that he was about to be carried out the door by his older brother like a chick, Morton couldn't help but make a final struggle.

"At least let me change my clothes?!"

Morton, who got up early, seemed to have lost half his soul.

Making him do morning exercises is no different from killing him and then whipping his corpse.

He had just finished warming up when he felt like he was about to die.

The next few days were even harder than the last.

Seeing that his older brother had no intention of letting him go, he decided to try to distract him first.

"Brother, you've been staying in the city for a few days now. How are you feeling?"

Sure enough, Wright's attention was quickly diverted as soon as the matter was mentioned.

"Delicious food, convenient and comfortable living..."

The convenience and comfort of life in Da Zhou cannot be experienced simply by taking a short sightseeing trip, unlike before.

These things are integrated into daily life; you can only truly appreciate them by living here for a period of time.

After a few days, Wright had to admit that, from his perspective, life in Da Zhou was flawless, full of advantages.

If I had to say, it cost money?

Living in the Elf Forest wouldn't cost that money, but they don't have these things there, nor can they provide that kind of lifestyle!
As he was talking, Wright suddenly fell silent.

He hadn't forgotten why he came here.

He came here to find out why his people wanted to join the Great Zhou Dynasty and were unwilling to return to the Elf Forest, and then he could find the right solution to the problem.

But now, how do we solve this problem?

"To put it simply, brother, can you make the lives of our people better than they are in the Great Zhou?"

"How can I do that?"

When Wright said this, it wasn't out of discouragement, but rather to state a fact.

Because he had experienced it firsthand, he knew very well that he couldn't do it.

"If we cannot do this, and choose to forcibly recall our people, it may affect the relationship between the Great Zhou and our Elf race, and it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among our people."

Compared to the former's possibility, Morton directly used the word 'inevitable' for the latter, clearly indicating that he was very certain of it.

After all, if his older brother did that, it would be tantamount to preventing people from living a good life in the city and forcing them to go back to the village to carry manure and farm.

Who can bear this?
Even his own brother couldn't help but grumble in his heart, let alone the other members of the clan.

At this moment, Morton was completely focused on diverting his older brother's attention and did not notice Wright, who was gradually coming to his senses, looking at him as he spoke eloquently, his eyes changing repeatedly.

"So what do you think I should do now?"

"Well, there are roughly two methods."

As Morton spoke, he held up two fingers.

"The first approach is to maintain the status quo and let nature take its course. Since we can't stop it, we shouldn't dwell on it."

"..."

This first method left Wright speechless.

Although he admits there's some truth to that, it's clearly not what he wants.

"What about the second option?"

"The second method is..."

Morton smiled mysteriously, while lowering his voice slightly.

"Actively join the Great Zhou."

"..."

(End of this chapter)