"You're right, it's hard to change people's mindsets, I used to be an idealist.

I tried to do something to make everyone's life better, but I failed. Alves said with a sad look on his face.

"How did it fail?" Wren subconsciously asked, he didn't know exactly what the other party meant.

Wren didn't notice the abnormality of "Sidi", but instinctively felt that he was a little strange, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

As a hybrid of humans and demons, Alves is very hidden, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to expose it, it is difficult for everyone to detect that he is a demon.

Unlike other pure-blooded demon descendants, even if they have a legal identity on the surface, it is easy to feel that something is wrong when the human transcendent comes face to face with them.

"Because others think my ideals are childish and ridiculous." Alves smiled bitterly.

Because of the education of the human mother, he tried to integrate into human society, but people would not accept a mixed race.

He finally had to switch to the dark camp, and it was the late Quaternary Age, when the "Hundred Years Holy War" had ended, and the Demon Descendants were defeated by humans, losing their supremacy in this world.

Decades later, at the age of 75, he was promoted to the rank of Grand Duke of Darkness, becoming the high-ranking of the Demon Descendants.

At a general meeting of the Solomon Islands held shortly after, he submitted a motion proposing to ease relations with humanity and establish a "tacit" way of coexistence.

This way of coexistence is naturally not a simple peaceful relationship, and he is not so naïve.

But he still failed, and was mercilessly ridiculed, and the demons of the time were all clamoring to defeat the cunning humans and regain the glory of the Holy Blood Nobles, and no one could listen to him.

The demons called him a coward, a coward, and a traitor!

If Alves hadn't reached the Grand Duke level and was very strong, I'm afraid someone would have troubled him afterwards.

Wren shrugged: "It's too tiring to be an idealist, you are not the king of heaven, you can't make everyone recognize you, even if your dream is so great for world peace!"

Unless you have superb means, amazing strength and wisdom, and objective conditions permitting, coupled with hard work, you may be able to realize your great ideals. ”

"Yes, I failed, times have changed, in the past, it was the demon descendants who were on top, oppressing and exploiting humans, and now humans have become overlords, and they have been replaced by the upper class to oppress the lower people.

Wren, do you think the world has changed for the better after all these years? Alves asked faintly.

"Haha!"

Wren suddenly laughed with one hand, and after a while he stopped, he looked at Alves with a puzzled face and said, "Whether this world has changed for the better or not, it's my business!" Can I handle it? It's good that I'm not changed by this world! ”

If you go against the sky, you have to give God face.

Taking a sip of the fragrant white wine, Wren laughed at himself, "I once stayed in one place (the world of giants) for more than three years, and the people there were in a very bad situation.

I fought desperately, but I couldn't do anything to turn things around, I was incompetent and furious, killed people to vent my anger, and finally left gloomily!

I realized that I didn't have the skills to make everyone happy. Now, I just want to take care of myself. ”

Before Wren left, he entered the coordinates and knew a lot of things, and the ancestor Ymir showed him many possibilities for the future.

If he hadn't left, he would have killed a lot of people, but Parady Island was still not saved, and people outside the island still regarded Eldians as demons.

He doesn't have the ability to eliminate the hatred and prejudice of the world, and he can't find a solution to the problem, he only uses violence.

The world is very complicated, neither his wisdom nor means can be put on the table, and he does not have the power of a god to suppress and deter the whole world.

After coming to this world, he has been reflecting on what he lacks, in addition to his lack of strength, he realized his biggest weakness - reading too few books and having too low a cultural level!

Knowledge is power!

He crossed over at the age of 14, and he learned to fight and kill, but he still didn't know anything about how to solve problems and how to deal with complex situations!

So this time he began to plan for his future, no longer aimlessly following the crowd.

"So, what are you going to do next?" Alves asked with a smile.

"The world is so big, I want to see it." Wren said casually.

Hearing this, Alves stood up and turned his head to leave, he casually reminded: "Be careful, the current chaos is just floating on the surface, and those who think they can be the tide will definitely drown!" ”

Wren's body shook, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he keenly felt that there was something he meant by this.

He was in no mood to stay any longer, so he hurried home, the original plan needed to be revised, someone was planning something!

In fact, neither the Demon Descendants nor the Humans have yet to start getting serious!

At night, in the city of Jordan of the Norman Empire, in the back garden of the royal palace, two people were playing chess in the gazebo.

One of them, wearing a blue shirt and black trousers, picked up a "warlock" chess piece and took a step forward: "Your Majesty, Charles VI asked us for help, and we didn't say anything about it, is it really good?" ”

The emperor of the Norkman Empire, Fitz Grimm Feuerbach, touched his beard and smiled heartily: "Pretending to be pitiful, a ghoul engages in gluttony and tries to promote the Grand Duke."

Although there is the support of the clan and restless guys like Miro who are fueling the trouble, Farolan is not too much to deal with, anyway, more than a hundred years ago, it was known as the Iron and Blood Kingdom!

Besides, the sky, Farolan still has a ruthless character who has not died, fishing, I'm afraid I want to catch a shark! ”

Edgar Rotmiller, the Sword Saint of the Firmament, had a mediocre appearance, and frowned when he heard this: "Is that rumor true?" ”

A trace of complicated emotion flashed in His Majesty the Emperor's eyes: "Do you really think that a person like Charles IV can really die so easily?"

If it weren't for the Church of Light's intervention, Casevia, the Duchy of Ron, these places would have fallen into the territory of Faroran. ”

Firmament Sword Saint Edgar smiled slightly: "Is it, he has quietly promoted to the Holy Domain?" When? ”

"90 years ago, shortly after his abdication, if he hadn't wasted too much time and energy dealing with government affairs, he would have stepped into the Holy Gate long ago, and his fake death was just a face-saving gesture for the church." Emperor Fitz said lightly.

Edgar's expression was slightly excited, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were pressed together like a sword: "It looks very strong, and it is a good hand worth fighting!" ”

The Emperor shook his head: "Ten years ago, you injured Gonzalez, which has made the people of the Church of Light very dissatisfied, but Richard wrote to scold me. ”

The Firmament Sword Saint of the Norman Empire, he has royal blood, and his strength is still above Gonzalez, after all, Gonzalez is only 91 years old, which is very young among the saints.

Richard Clarke, the former head of the Templar Order of the Church of Light, is now two hundred and sixty-one years old, and as a saint, he can live for more than two hundred years, and now he is just giving up his position to his juniors in advance.

Edgar snorted lightly and disagreed: "What if Richard is unhappy, his subordinates are just defeated, and he dared to tease my sister back then, I didn't cut off his third leg at the beginning, I was already giving face to the old Pope." ”

His Majesty the Emperor rubbed his eyebrows, he had a headache, and changed the topic: "Xiaoyue has been running out for more than half a month, don't you care?" ”

Kaisha's teacher was the Firmament Sword Saint, and she received ten years of rigorous training from him, and it wasn't until four years ago that Kaisha reached the fourth rank and pulled the Holy Gate, and she was considered a teacher.

Edgar's expression was a little strange, and he seemed to smile: "I have nothing to teach her, her path is not kendo after all, and she will not learn my way of breaking ten thousand laws with one sword."

Besides, you're her father, aren't you the one who should discipline her? ”

His expression was very stiff, His Majesty the Emperor's eyelids trembled, and his tone was full of helplessness: "You don't think I can really be her father, do you?" Hopefully she won't kill me in the future. ”

Duke of Blois: Brother and brother!

Edgar gloated: "As a princess of a country, how can you run around casually and live with a young man, how bad is this to get out?" Isn't there anyone in charge? ”

His Majesty the Emperor stretched out his hand to stroke his forehead and sighed: "The problem seems to be with Catherine, causing Keisha to have no choice, in other words, Helen is the guardian, so she didn't react?" ”

Edgar reached out and tapped on the chessboard, and said softly, "She went to let Trena settle down a little some time ago, and she didn't seem to pay attention to this matter. ”

His Majesty the Emperor picked up a cup of Crimson Moon and took a sip: "Anyway, I don't dare to care, good luck to that young man."

He probably didn't know how great he was, and hopefully he wouldn't be killed in the future. ”