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

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

"You know I'll be back." Bloor replied calmly.

The room fell silent, the light of the oil lamp jumping slightly.

Vincent looked worried: "The Babilly family is in a dangerous situation that has never been before, Elliot wants to tear up the marriage contract between you and Sally, and for this reason, he does not hesitate to let the entire Babeli family be buried with him, and now the only hope is that you can maintain the marriage contract with Sally and then marry her." ”

"That's what you said when I agreed to the engagement." The corners of Bloor's mouth curled slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

Vincent looked at Bloor, his mouth open, his throat moving, and then closed it again, and sighed lightly with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"You should know about the Night Elves." Bloor asked.

"When the Berg army laid siege to the caves, I and the warriors of the Babeli family were there." Vincent nodded his head.

"Then I was in the cave that you surrounded me." Bloor looked at Vincent and smiled.

"You ......" Vincent's pupils shook violently, his eyes stared at Bloor, and after a while, his expression gradually eased, as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden, his voice was much lower, and he said with a complicated expression: "I guessed, but I didn't expect you to be really 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, the future that you almost snuffed. ”

"You know, the Babilly family has been trying to survive all these years, we have no way to refuse Berg's orders, and there is no way to refuse Helena's orders, freedom is too much of a luxury for us. As the patriarch, the most important thing for me is to figure out how to keep our family alive, not to talk about the future. Vincent said with a look of loneliness.

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 we, the so-called nobles, still have shackles around our necks, even if we are served by servants, how can we ever be free? Could it be the same with the Forest of the Wind a hundred years ago? ”

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

A hundred years ago, the elves drove the invading demons out of the Wind Forest at a heavy cost, and then established the current Wind Forest 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 most tragic wars, the elves who still yearn for freedom have been turned into slaves by extravagant customs and shackles-like systems.

Yes, even as the patriarch of the clan, he is still alive and trembling.

This fear did not come from an external enemy, but from his people, those who had fought side by side.

All of them live in lust and fear, struggling with each other, falling out on each other, giving up the freedom they have held for thousands of years for the rights that the elves once cared about the least, and willingly becoming a link in the chain.

"During this time, the young people of the clan began to become a little mysterious, and they would secretly meet after everyone was asleep, and talk about freedom behind their backs, and their eyes seemed to glow." Vincent looked up at Bloor, "That look looks like you." ”

Bloor's eyes froze slightly, and his fists clenched subconsciously.

"Recently, Helena has captured a lot of young people, she calls them traitors, says they are infiltrators of the Night Elves, and has given every noble territory a secret order to arrest all those who talk about freedom and put them in the dungeon." Vincent glanced at Bloor's fist and continued, "Tomorrow, at Sally's canonization, these young men will be publicly executed to deter the elves who are about to move. ”

"It's tyranny." Bloor bit his lip and said in a low voice.

"The world won't reason with you, just like 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, Elliot will stop at nothing to kill everyone who stands in his way. Vincent shook his head.

Bloor looked at Vincent, was silent for a while, 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. ”

"yes, it's not like me at all." Vincent nodded, his eyes fell on the oil lamp on the side, looked at the flickering candlelight, and said softly: "What's wrong with chasing freedom, we worked so hard back then, weren't we just for freedom......

……

In a secret room in the Brewster family, five or six elves sat in the main place, and Elliot sat on the main seat, and the jumping candlelight made his gloomy face look even more terrifying.

Everyone in the secret room also had solemn expressions and did not make a sound, as if they were waiting for something.

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

Elliot grinned and said a little coldly: "Vincent, this old thing doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't want to cancel the marriage, then don't blame me for being ruthless, since his son has appeared, then kill it, and the dead will not be able to marry our princess." ”

"Yes."

The elf answered, got up, and went out.

"Patriarch, High Priest Helena has sent a secret message." Just then, an elf ran through the door, handing a secret letter with a starry seal.

The elves in the secret room looked at the secret letter in Elliot's hand.

"Huh?" Elliot took the secret letter, and the starry sky magic seal on the envelope was automatically lifted, and a black letter paper fell into Elliot's hand.

Elliot looked down at the letter, his face cloudy for a moment, and finally angrily crumpled the letter into a ball of waste paper, which turned into dust in his hand.

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

"The plan is canceled, and he will be left alive first." Elliot said in a deep voice, with a deep unwillingness.

……

"This Nezha, we have to start with the mixed yuan pearl bred by heaven and earth......"

The story of McGonagha is not finished, the two little ones have fallen asleep peacefully in his arms, and the ugly duckling is also sleeping with his feet in his arms.

McGonagall smiled helplessly, got up cautiously, lay the two little ones flat, covered the quilt, and threw the ugly duckling between them, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come to my room." Irina stood in the doorway and spoke, then turned to leave.

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