Real elves vs fake elves

There were several huge boxes in front of them, and inside the boxes seemed to be harmless "junks". However, after figuring out the meaning of these "junks", the three bigwigs broke out in cold sweats and were terrified. In their eyes, these junk were more terrifying and scary than those other mysterious objects that were beyond the reach of gods and ghosts.

The things in front of him were all lists, account books and evidence, referring to the various contacts between the important people in Lothern and a chain of tertiary service industries, including investment, accepting benefits, games, banquets and other intimate behaviors.

These things are not a big deal. Even if you record them like this,

No matter how big or small the matter was, the important people could only laugh it off and at most call them "foolish people".

That is to say, what's wrong with big shots adding a new way to do business? Everyone needs to eat. When big shots wake up every morning, there are hundreds of mouths waiting for food. They are under a lot of pressure, right? There is nothing wrong with increasing their wealth. No one can find fault with it.

It is understandable that they have too close contacts with the tertiary industry. After all, bigwigs have to maintain their own social circles, and frequent social engagements are even more blameless. Who would go crazy in this regard and use this reason to attack these public tools that serve the country and the people?

However, this tertiary service chain store has a deep Chaos background. One can even say that this chain store was simply opened by Chaos. Then the plot would be completely different.

First of all, there was a serious dereliction of duty in the supervision of the White Tower. Such a large demon den had been opened right under the nose of the Phoenix King's Court for so many years, and if no one had reported it, no one would have known about it. The group of people at the top of the huge White Tower are probably going to have to resign or be punished.

What’s even worse is that this problem is the smallest and easiest to solve among all the problems.

"It's over... this Lothern... no, the aristocracy of the Phoenix Court will be wiped out in one fell swoop!"

One of the three bosses had a look of despair on his face. He slumped in his chair and couldn't even sit properly. He was in a state of extreme panic. His brain, which used to be quick-witted, had basically lost its ability to think.

The other two bosses are basically of the same character.

Generally speaking, the law does not punish the masses, and this is true in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, especially for the aristocracy like them. If a group of nobles made a big mistake, if the leader has a bit of foresight, he will definitely make some kind of exemption, and it is natural to let bygones be bygones. Through such things, the leader can win the hearts of the people, and the nobles will also cheer for their kindness, and for a while, it can be said that the situation is full of vitality and everything is competing to develop.

Logically speaking, this is true, but Lothern is really an irrational place.

In the past, leaders, whether human or elf, needed the support of various nobles to stabilize the foundation of their rule. If no nobles were willing to assist and did not provide meat for these wolf-like and ferocious dignitaries to eat, then you, as a ruler, would not be a qualified ruler.

But it is different on the Phoenix Court side. Many important figures in Lothern have just left the life of wild elves for a few years. They know very well who allowed them to live the life they have now, and they know even more clearly what the person who allowed them to live the life they have now did in order to unify the right to speak.

They would not be deceived by Aenarion's current appearance. They knew even more clearly what would happen to them in Lothern without the ultimate strong man like Aenarion.

In this fantasy world where the range of individual combat power is extremely large, the rule of strongmen is always so unreasonable. A strong man at the level of a philosopher king can influence the rise and fall of a force, and a madman can also make a seemingly powerful force disappear into thin air.

"Leave all this to the Phoenix King!"

Suddenly, a big guy spoke, which earned him horrified looks from the other two.

"Not only should we hand it over to the Phoenix King, but we should also report all the information related to this operation, no matter how big or small, truthfully, without hiding anything. The Phoenix King must know what we know, and he must also know what we don't know."

"I know what you are thinking, but I advise you to restrain your thoughts. Do you really think you can hide these things from Lord Phoenix King?"

The cold words of this big boss were as chilling as the wind, but in response to such words, what was received was silence, which could be regarded as a silence of tacit consent.

Boss: "I only have one piece of advice for you..."

"The kindness of the Phoenix King is not over yet."

It's not just the White Tower that's in such a panic. It can be said that there is no place in the entire Lothern that is not in panic at this moment.

Just a few boxes of goods in a tertiary industry service center have caused all the important people and dignitaries in Lothern to fall into a game of chicken. As the only referee in this game of chicken, Aenarion's every move is being watched by many people.

"That's it. In order to avoid being implicated and to survive this catastrophe, the nobles and dignitaries will start to frantically report and expose, hoping to use this kind of merit to atone for their sin of colluding with Chaos. As a result, there will be no mutual trust in the entire ruling system of Lothern. The executors of the decrees will be on guard against each other and try to catch the small braids of others. If there are no small braids, they will artificially create small braids for their own future. Under this kind of mutual suspicion and mutual sabotage, Aenarion's rule over the Phoenix Court will show a cliff-like decline."

"All this is because of Aenarion. He is too powerful, so powerful that his subordinates dare not disobey him in any way."

"He is an extremely upright person. He would never sit idly by and watch such a vicious incident as colluding with Chaos being handled so lightly."

"So, what should he do?"

An elf woman who was traveling with Nicholas said, her voice was so sweet and beautiful that it touched my bones.

There is a place that makes people's internal organs feel itchy.

She had a figure of extraordinary beauty, a stunner that was hard to find in the world, and there was absolutely no trace of elegance about her. She was immoral to the core.

Especially those eyes, which are so enchanting that no matter where they look, they seem to be winking at people.

There is only one special code for roast chicken of this level in this book.

It was the woman named Sophia, now a demon-ascending monster under the command of the God of Greed, a terrifying demon with thousands of forms.

Chapter 11: More Trouble

The person riding in the same carriage with Sophia was naturally Nicholas. This guy had been obsessed with Sophia's body recently. After hanging out with this witch for a few days, he even reached the point where his mind was a little unclear.

After hearing Sophia's self-boasting words, Nicholas was very hesitant. He felt that something was wrong, but it was just a feeling that something was wrong. He couldn't tell what exactly was wrong.

"That's not a good idea..." Nicholas said hesitantly, "After all, we have a good relationship..."

"Do you think the relationship is really good?"

Sofia smiled even more, and when Nicholas saw this beautiful smile, his expression suddenly became dazed.

Sophia: "Can't you feel the distance? After training you, can't you see that we don't owe each other anything?"

"Your brother's favor has been repaid by Aenarion. From now on, you have no more ties."

"In other words, with my assistance, your future ambitions will inevitably collide with Aenarion again, and the relationship between you will inevitably become tense. At that time, every bit of weakening of the elves will be crucial."

"Now, rest your head on my thighs. You need to rest, my love."

Following Sophia's words, Nicholas fell into a deep sleep with his head resting on her thighs.

From this perspective, it was nothing more than another strong young man being toyed around by a femme fatale. After all, Tom could not escape from the clutches of the beautiful cat.

Unless the cat isn't Tom at all.

At the same time, in the wilderness of tyranny.

On the highest altar of the Wilderness, Meisfield was speaking passionately to the many high priests and nobles below the stage, with all kinds of passionate quotes coming out one after another. Although the elders were not instigated by him and their faces still flashed a gloomy light, the relatively young Wilderness people were all full of passion, their faces flushed red, and they looked like they could not help but honor the emperor and punish the traitor.

Although Meisfield had failed in his previous foreign military operations, he had been defeated with honor and fought again and again after repeated defeats. It was a non-war crime approved by the three high priests and was a forgivable failure.

Of course, Meisfield could be forgiven, but someone had to be held accountable for the failure, so Monroe became the main person responsible for the failure of this war. However, due to Monroe's own ability, the high priests did not dare to expel or exile this guy, so he was imprisoned in the Dark Prison, suffering from endless terrifying torture.

Everyone was very satisfied with the result and no one could find any fault with it.

"Now, because of Aenarion's perverse actions, the people in the false king's court are unstable. Many people with lofty ideals have contacted us. The military leaders promoted by the false king are already wavering. Isn't this an opportunity given to us by our God?"

"If we let this rare opportunity slip through our fingers, I'm afraid even the gods will blame us."

"Think about it, my brothers and sisters. Today is the time to make achievements. The enemy has never been so weak. If we attack them in one go, we will not only be able to release the negative energy that has been accumulated by the barbaric tyranny for a long time, but we will also be able to unify the elves and restore the great glory of the elves in ancient times. Isn't this exciting?"

"If we don't seize this opportunity and let Aenarion gather all his strength again, do you really have the confidence to resist this terrifying guy?"

"I've often heard that the wise kings of ancient times would never let opportunities slip away from their hands. This is also a noble character that we need to respect and learn from."

The first words were spoken to those young people from the wild ethnic group, and the later words were spoken to those old ghosts.

What Meisfield said does make sense, and that's exactly what he meant, but the way he said it sounded strange.

"Why does this way of speaking feel like it belongs to the Chinese?"

Everyone else kept their doubts in their hearts, but a young crow witch spoke directly out what was in her heart.

Of course, such outspokenness would disgust others. One of the three priests turned his head and looked at the crow witch, and then glared at the unlucky guy fiercely. And just with this simple action, the talkative crow witch froze all over, then lowered her head and dared not look at the high priest. At the same time, she was sweating profusely, obviously she was extremely frightened.

No longer paying attention to this talkative guy, High Priest Dark Moon turned his head to look at the passionate Meisfield, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was really talking to his other two colleagues.

"This guy Meisfield's soul separation disorder is getting worse and worse. Could he really say these words in the past?"

"Or is it that the guy in front of us is just a man with a Misfield on his head?

"A stitched monster with a German skin? Does anyone really know what it looks like inside?"

The High Priestess of Corruption and the High Priestess of Evil Roots remained silent, as if they had not heard this sarcastic remark at all.

The noble experiment has entered its final stage. If you want freedom, you must pay the necessary price. If the elves want to get rid of the identity of "toys of the gods", they must have their own racial god, the same racial god as the human "Wolf Ancestor".

As long as the racial god appears, everything will be fine.

The two high priests don’t care what the Meisfield will become. His identity is just a "potion" and the key node in the last step of the experiment.

The elves must free themselves from shackles and cages. To achieve this goal, everything they pay on the journey is forgivable.

The relationship between the three high priests of the Wilderness Ethnic Group was no longer at the level of "people with different ideologies cannot work together", but rather a gap that completely prevented them from understanding each other. Under this gap, there was no need for much communication.

"The population size has always been our biggest problem, but I have solved it. Now it has become the least of our problems!"

Meisfield's smile became even more complacent, and his way of speaking changed again. He no longer spoke in his previous Aurora-style way, but as if he were a mad gentleman scientist.

"The defeat of the Moon Clan is not entirely useless. I have completely solved the mystery of their fertility that has been kept secret for hundreds of years. With the help of this secret method, we will no longer have to worry about population and military resources."

"And I will also contribute this technology for free, not for anything else, just so that my race will always stand at the top of the world!"

After the righteous speech, there was thunderous cheers from the people of the Wilderness. Meisfield, who was already an idol in the eyes of the people of the Wilderness, gained a significant boost in his reputation.

In terms of people's hearts, reputation, and power, it can be said that Meisfield has reached the pinnacle among the wild people.

Chapter 12 The world can turn around without anyone

Facing a tsunami, Lothern was covered in dark clouds. It could be daytime at any time, but under the thick black clouds, it was as dark as midnight, with almost no light at all.

This heavy weather is just like the mood of some people, it is absolutely impossible to be happy.

In the city hall, two White Tower Sword Saints took the chief away from an office. The woman who was taken away had a calm face, as if she had expected this day. The staff working in the office also did their work calmly, after all, this kind of thing has happened many times in the past few days.

This happened in the army, in newspapers, in the city hall, in the parliament, and in almost every place in Lothern. At first, people were very panicked, but after finding that there was almost no difference in their daily lives, the panic gradually calmed down without any means of comfort.

It seems that in this huge Lothern, "everyone can get by without them".

"If this crappy place of yours is going to be gone, I'm going to take it all, I tell you! You can't even move around without me!!!"

The exasperated voice came from Da Mingbai. Although the supercomputer in this magical world was far from recovering its peak computing power, Aenarion's work schedule was still packed with people. He had almost no free time at all, which could be considered as overloaded.

"If you don't give me a day off, I'll go on strike!"

Da Mingbai yelled until he was hoarse, as if he was really exhausted.

Aenarion had no intention of paying any attention to the howling. He knew what kind of person this machine was. As a test subject for ascension to deity, it was not as innocent as those in ordinary science fiction works. You have to know that there is no such thing as the Three Laws of Robotics in this world, not even something similar. If the Great Understanding really had the idea of ​​destroying the world, it would really do so.

"In two days, you will have ten hours of self-examination time. That's all the rest I can give you." Aenarion's voice was steady, not wavering at all over the other party's protest. "Now report to me on the relevant situation in the past few days. I want to know all the details of this round of events, no matter how big or small."

At the same time, in the basement of the White Tower, the sword masters who were proven innocent after investigation were also working overtime. The one among them who had worked the longest had not slept for four days and four nights.

The interrogation here seemed to never stop, with information constantly being sent out and instructions constantly being sent here. The intelligence department of the Phoenix Court was like a taut string, which was already at its limit and was twisted several times.

Everyone knows that this is not a good time for the Phoenix Court.

But the situation finally showed some signs of improvement when the first group of people were released from the White Tower.

These people who had received extremely light punishment or even no punishment gave many people in Lothern something called "hope", letting them know that even after entering the White Tower, they might not be punished too severely.

But this group of people is still a minority compared to all the people who have entered the White Tower. Most people are still in an isolated situation, isolated from the outside world.

Anhe was in a state of anxiety.

Amidst this uneasiness and anxiety, without many people noticing, a group of merchants and farmers' sons began to enter the upper echelons of the Phoenix Court. These talents, who had passed five rigorous examinations in "mathematics, magic, philosophy, grammar, and art", began to take over the work of those who were brought into the White Tower.

These talents who once worked at the bottom of society knew how to seize opportunities. They became familiar with the relevant work in the shortest possible time and were able to run these jobs efficiently in their own hands.

It seems that in Lothern, "If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it."

Aenarion's attitude towards this group of new rulers was not much different from his attitude towards the nobles before. Whether it was bureaucrats or nobles, they were all the same to him without much difference.

He uses both of them in the same way.

Because of this loose-on-the-outside-and-tight-on-the-inside approach, many people outside believed that the Phoenix Court's operating efficiency must have reached its lowest level at this moment, and many places could even be said to be in a paralyzed state. Facing such a paralyzed giant, just a slight blow would definitely cause astonishing damage.

It's not just the Huang people who think so, the Shen people as well.

Even includes sea people.

This group of pirates who had just surrendered to the Phoenix Court not long ago even began to collude with each other. There were many internal rules in Lothern, which were obviously not liked by some pirates who were used to freedom.

For a moment, even when the Phoenix King's Court showed no signs of decline, the Elf Forest became inexplicably turbulent, as if an invisible hand was stirring the clouds, complicating everything.

"That's it. These disgusting guys took advantage of Aenarion's unstable foothold and united to stop his almost endless advance. Perhaps the Phoenix Court's rapid growth really scared them. These guys who are seemingly united but actually at odds with each other actually united because of this. It's like the worst joke. It makes people laugh."

Outside the caravan, Nicholas and Orlando were drinking. As men, they would inevitably talk about politics while drinking, no matter if what they said was right or not, it was like a mysterious ritual that they had to say it after all.

"You seem to be speaking for the Elf King from his perspective all the time?" Grand Duke Orlando looked at Nicholas, who started talking after drinking two kilograms of horse urine, and said in confusion, "Although I also know that woman is not a good person, I still agree with some of what she said."

"We can't get too close to the elves. There must be a reason why he deliberately keeps a distance from us. There is no need for us to get too close to each other."

"No, it's not about getting close to each other." Nicholas said with a smile, "but... admiration, yes admiration."

"From the first moment I saw that guy, I had a feeling."

"No one in this world can understand each other better than the two of us. Aenarion and I...are so alike."

As he spoke, Nicholas touched his face narcissistically.

Such an action naturally made Archduke Orlando look shocked. He looked incredulous and obviously couldn't believe that there was such a shameless person in the world.

Look alike?!