Although Andre has been very careful not to touch the sensitive nerves of the elves, when some people see that Andrari's food culture is gradually influencing more and more elves and being recognized by them, some people with extreme emotions can no longer hold back.

Hatred is a very strange thing.

Theoretically, this kind of behavior, which even non-highly intelligent beings perform, is usually accompanied by destruction and killing, and does not create any value for society. That is, revenge itself does not seem to have any special meaning other than spiritual solace for those who harbor hatred.

But this is only the answer that the children of the abyss have come up with based on another world with a sound legal system. In those ignorant and backward places, revenge has the soil on which it can thrive - as a complementary means of dealing with an imperfect legal system, and in the eyes of some it is even more deterrent than the law itself.

For the human slave catchers, the morality and laws of the elves have almost zero deterrent effect on them, and the only thing they fear is retribution from the forest. And for the demons who once ravaged the whole of Garandia hundreds of years ago, they were not even afraid of the revenge of the elves. Victory in the war means that you can occupy the rich land, and if you lose the war, you can only retreat into the barren abyss and continue to survive.

In order to cut off the demon army's endless new force from the abyss, the only thing the elves could do was to directly cut off their back road and seal the door of the world that had disturbed the continent for more than ten years. But after closing the door to the Demon Realm, some people who have been physically and mentally traumatized have also lost the goal and channel to vent their hatred, although this kind of negative emotions like maggots on tarsal bones will gradually fade with the passage of time. But at the same time, it will also be deeply lurking in the depths of people's hearts, once it is stimulated by some inappropriate external stimuli, it will become more and more uncontrollable like weeds after the spring rain.

Derita Bitter Moss is such a half-old elf who has a deep enmity with the demons that even time can't wash away, and he doesn't share a deep hatred of the heavens and the sea of blood. He thought he had gradually forgotten the comrades who had died in the war, their pale faces of despair and helplessness. But when he watched the place where the demon conspiracy was hidden filled with the smiles of the young elves, the old man who couldn't sleep dreamed of that cruel and bloody era again after many years.

Old Derita felt that she could not be silent any longer. Contacts began with his companions, who, like him, had lost relatives and friends in the war, and on a morning filled with mist between the canopies of trees, they blocked the door to the council of Elders.

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As an elder council that can influence all kinds of affairs in the entire elven kingdom, many of its members are as hostile to all demons as Delta is. But as rulers of the kingdom, they cannot decide on matters based solely on their own feelings and preferences. The Watchmen were an influential post-war organization, and many of their leaders were already members of the Parliament. The arguments put forward by Her Highness Roxanne have long convinced the wavering members of Parliament. Andrarui's speed of development is obvious to all, and the elders are willing to believe that the clever son of the abyss will not be able to play any tricks under the watchful eye of the elven kingdom. As a result, the council reached a consensus on the attitude of these aliens in the forest, and as long as they did not do anything out of the ordinary, the council would only pay close attention to them and not interfere too much.

It's just that things don't always go as smoothly as people hope, and the aliens from the small town of the river valley haven't made any unusual moves, but the elves themselves have already made a fuss.

Dozens of people crowded the door of the council hall. As a democratic kingdom that does not pay too much attention to red tape on important matters, there are only 36 elders participating in politics in each term. Every time a person abdicates, a supplementary successor is elected from among the people.

It doesn't do much to dissuade these agitated people, and the elves tend to be stubborn on what they identify as a matter to the point of making the dwarves sigh to themselves. Fortunately, they didn't do anything wrong, but every elf who passed in front of the council hall would be instilled with some extremely one-sided information by them. For example, the demons have begun to establish an evil place in the royal capital to corrupt the younger generation of elves, and the elders who are members of parliament have all chosen to turn a blind eye to this dereliction of duty.

Respect for the elders is a tradition that has been passed down by elves since ancient times. So when the old people with serious expressions wanted to say something, the elves who were stopped would listen to their stories very patiently. This is especially true when nearly 20 percent of these war survivors have significant disabilities.

Darren Hill Dawn felt that he could no longer watch things unfold like this as Speaker. If there was no one to refute the people outside the hall or clarify something. I am afraid that the statement that the parliament has done nothing will be implemented in a short time.

"Go and let them elect a representative to come in and speak. The white-haired Speaker said slowly and calmly.

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"How on earth are you going to give up the meaningless act of simply proclaiming one-sided words?" the old speaker stared at the elected delegate with blazing eyes, he recognized the half-old elf who was more than three hundred years younger than himself. Due to the lack of timely treatment during the war, Derita suffered irreparable damage to the main tendon in her left ankle, which made the elf, who was not very weak, use crutches to make his feet more stable for hundreds of years.

"It's not a question of what we want, Your Excellency Speaker. It's about how to make everyone really pay attention to that cunning and hypocritical child of the abyss!" Facing one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, Delta unceremoniously fought back with the other party's words.

'We've been watching him, Dritta. They have had no problems with everything from the employment contract to the safety of the food, and they have brought a new and wonderful experience to our fellow citizens. What is your grievance against that talented child of the abyss?"

"You call that wonderful?Honorable Excellency?That is clearly the corruption from the Demon Realm and the Abyss!When did we elves ever covet our appetites?This act of the Demon Race itself contains a great conspiracy! He unknowingly corrupts the will of our compatriots!And the members of the Council let them do it in our homeland!" The lame old elf was so excited that his expression was already distorted.

If Andre, as a party to the case, had been here, he would probably have scoffed at the other party's claims.

Is it true that the elves have nothing to do all day long, and that art is what it should be? noble? The difference is that they correspond to the senses and the mind. Whoever stipulates that spiritual enjoyment is more noble than material enjoyment? Moreover, the elves also make such a luxury as the Hundred Flowers Aging, and it is not necessarily that anyone is a little more clever than the other.

These rhetoric of the protesters are nothing more than the old traditions and prejudices that the elves follow.

"How can you say that, our neighbors, the hobbits north of the forest, are also in constant pursuit of the taste of the tongue, are they the corrupted and depraved people!?"

"That's just a low-level pleasure that the gnomes can't get rid of, and can we noble elves pursue those who are not yet degenerate!?"

Darren Hill suddenly realized that he couldn't actually communicate with the excited guy in front of him, "So what the hell do you want?"

"Kick them out of Garanord, out of the Whispering Forest!

"This can't be! These aliens from Andrarui and elsewhere didn't do anything to harm the elves, blasting out guests who should have been entertained for no reason?What do you think our alien friends, including dwarves and halflings, will think of us!?"

"No, they must be eliminated, and even the infamy for them will not change our original intentions!" the lame elf's expression was mixed with a desperate insistence, "Even if we launch a 'referendum', we will not hesitate to do it! Those cunning and inhuman demons have caused irreparable damage to me, my relatives, and friends hundreds of years ago. I can't watch them continue to ruin the future of our great nation!!"

Hearing the "referendum" pop out of the other party's mouth, Darren Hill Dawn finally showed a helpless wry smile, and the elderly speaker who felt disheartened suddenly didn't want to say a word anymore, just shook his head deeply, and walked straight out of the door of the hall, passed through the protesters who were still preaching the hatred and pain of the past, and left the parliament directly.

It was as if the situation in front of him would not have any intersection with him.