——Whether in the past or in the future, the will of the weak will always be overshadowed by the strong.

Many years later, Jafoda Silvermon, the speaker of the Canaan Moore House, recalled the advice his brother had given him before he died.

Japhda Silvergate had an older brother. A brother with the blood of an elven king, gifted, intelligent and hardworking, who recognizes his excellence from the bottom of his heart both in his enemies and allies.

Because there is already such an extremely good heir, even if Yafoda was born, the family did not pay too much attention to him.

As one of the ten king blood tribes of the elves, the Silver Gate Department with the fifth-level inheritance has rich experience in cultivating the strong, and the most important point in cultivating the strong is to tilt the resources, and the particularity of the fifth energy level makes the entire Canaan Moore in the same era can only have three at most.

Wasting resources for no reason is undoubtedly an opportunity to lower the fifth-level powerhouse born in his own clan and give up the opportunity to political enemies...... Therefore, from an early age, Jafoda grew up in an environment that was almost 'relaxed'.

He can eat whatever he wants, regardless of whether or not that food may affect the future sublimation inheritance and cause distortion.

He can play whatever he wants, even if it distracts him from studying hard and cultivating the mindset needed from an early age.

Japhda can stay by her parents' side for a long time, coddle her mother, ride on her father's neck, and the family happily goes to the sleeping forest to listen to the songs of the sleeping nightingale, and enjoy the most comfortable camping nap.

Occasionally, my brother would come along, and they would play around the quiet stream, laugh and laugh, and chase the flying dragonflies in the sun.

Japhda's childhood was not unhappy, and there was only one price to be paid for all this.

That's when he was abandoned.

Gave up the opportunity to become a strong man.

"I really don't know whether I should envy you or not, my stupid brother."

At that time, Jafoda did not understand the meaning of this sentence, but he remembered it very clearly - the elder brother, who was regarded by the family as the most outstanding heir in the future, looked at himself with a complicated expression and threw himself towards him with cheers, and then put a finger on his forehead when he was still a child, causing him to fall slightly.

At that time, the elder brother smashed his mouth, with a mixture of pity and jealousy; is full of love, but full of unwilling eyes to look at himself. The young Japhda was unable to distinguish between the complex emotions at all, and perhaps many of them were supplemented and embellished by his later memories...... But there is no doubt that the elder brother must have made up his mind at that time.

"Just play with me, and take my share with you." The boy said to his brother, "But remember, you can be weaker than me, but you must not be weaker than others."

Growing up drinking alchemical potions, I hardly tasted any 'delicacies,'; A young man who has been undergoing the most formal and rigorous training since he was a child, and rarely has time to enjoy family affection, he said from the bottom of his heart: "At least the least, you must also grow to the fourth energy level, which is stronger than the lucky ones that emerge from those ordinary elves."

"Why?"

At that time, Japhda asked puzzledly, "Canaan Moore is so big, isn't it normal for there to be elves stronger than me?"

"No."

The elder brother lowered his eyes, and Japhda did not see the other man's eyes, and he replied in a calm tone, "Because we are the blood of the king. He is the heir to the blood of the original Throne who signed a contract with the World Tree Capital."

"We have to be stronger than all the elves to prove that we are stronger and superior than them. That's part of the contract."

"Japhda – we have a duty and an obligation. We have to be strong."

"Then lead the Canaan Moore, lead the elves, and let them live what we think is a 'good, life.'"

Elves are a race that believes in contracts. Once they have signed a contract, they will certainly keep it unless there are some inconceivable extreme circumstances.

However, where did this custom come from? Jafoda is not

Stupid, he vaguely felt that he knew the most basic nature of the elves.

Moreover, the blood of the king does exist.

No matter how unlearned the elves of the Silver Gate family are, no matter how much they don't have the resources to tilt, they will definitely be more intelligent and knowledgeable than ordinary elves, they have excellent memory, can easily see through people's hearts, and distinguish the feelings and thinking tendencies of others from the slightest move.

Even if there is no accident in the future, Yafuda will become a well-known bachelor and become a pivotal figure in the Canaan Moore scholar circle, not to mention the fourth and third energy levels, the second energy level and a master title must be there.

Therefore, at that time, Yafuda actually had a lot of questions in his heart...... For example, why can the fourth energy level surpass the 'lucky ones among all ordinary elves,' what is the blood of the original apex, and why does the king-blood clan of the elves have the responsibility and obligation to lead the elves, and the final ......

Why is it about enabling people to live what we think is good, life...... Instead of 'everybody thinks it's good, life?'

- The weak.

Japhda considers himself weak. He has never been taboo about this, because in the face of his brother, he has always been, always a weakling. He was proud of it, and in the face of such a respectable brother, he was willing to bow down and consider himself an ordinary person and become his stepping stone.

However, at this moment, he was a little upset for those who were as weak as himself...... Some are unwilling to end up like that.

He had many whys in his mind.

It's just that before he can figure out these problems, his brother's life will come to an end.

The elder brother died in an assassination attempt by a political enemy, a flawless poisoning.

Canaan Moore is like this, because the unification war hundreds of years ago ended with no winner, so the Canaan Moore Federation, which was barely cobbled together with the ten king-blood tribes as the core, was barely born.

In other worlds, such an ending may also be a way out, but in the continent of Terra, without a voice from the top of the mountain to call the shots, it is destined to usher in a long and painful infighting.

- The strong.

At the end of his life, the older brother, who had seen his parents, left the last time for his younger brother.

"Pathetic, Japhda."

The handsome young elf's face turned pale, and his eyes were still incomparably complex, with pity and relief, both unwillingness and relief: "You will take my place, my inheritance, and my flesh and blood. You're going to be the second me."

"Do you have any questions? I can see that you have been wondering and have never been answered."

So Jafoda asked. He asked all his whys, all his confusions.

"How easy."

And the elder brother replied lightly: "No matter in the past or in the future, the will of the weak will always be overshadowed by the strong."

"Yaphda, the will of ordinary people is not important at all. They are against it, they have opinions, even if you and I are willing to listen, are all the sublimators, all the strong willing to listen?"

"If you can't be strong enough to subdue everyone, what's the use of supporting ordinary people?"

"Isn't that Black Sun Majesty of the Empire strong enough, powerful enough to dominate the world? His will swept through Terra, and even Dragon Island signed a new contract with him."

"But he's still dead. He can't subdue everyone else."

"Look, I'm going to die, and that's proof that I'm not strong enough."

Saying this, the elder brother smiled, "But, Yaphda, if you are strong enough to defeat everyone and make the world tremble with your will—more feared than the Black Sun and the First Knight combined, and deeper than the Four Orthodox Churches and Dragon Island combined...... At that time, you can even do the incredible thing, which is to let the weak live what they think is a good life."

"Let everyone live the life they think is good,"

"But, isn't it because you're strong? It is your tolerance that makes this

Cut was born. Essentially, it's still about letting them live a life that 'we (the strong) think is good."

"Don't think of yourself as weak and human, Japhda.

You don't have that chance."

"You can only get stronger."

"Unless, you want to be a second me."

When his brother left, his body gradually turned into a translucent crystal like glass, leaving only a silver ring in front of his forehead.

That is the core inheritance of the Fifth Energy Level Inheritance [Silver Gatekeeper] unique to the Silver Gate Department, the 'Halo of Radiance', an extremely powerful organ of mind sublimation.

Although his elder brother is far from reaching the fifth energy level, his core sublimation organ is also close to perfection, so he can be reused.

It is precisely because of the power of this bloodline that so many intelligent scholars and strong people will emerge from the bloodline of the Silver Gate Department, all of which are the power of the continuation of the bloodline.

"Inherit it, Japhda."

The elders of the family, the parents, and everyone else said so. They are all abandoned individuals, and they are all losers.

Only Japhda, because he has the same blood as his brother, still has the possibility of being chosen, and there is also the possibility of accepting his inheritance without distortion.

They said enviously and majestically, "This is your brother's will."

"Don't let his years of hard work go to waste, and all his hard work will come to naught."

Jafoda still remembers the moment she took it.

It looks like a skeleton, white over the years.

It smells like a cloud, liberating and free.

It felt like flesh to the touch, warm and soft.

It felt like the wind, the songs, and all the good memories.

It's like ...... It's like ......

Two brothers chase flying dragonflies by a stream in the sun.

Speaker of the Canaan Moore House, Japhda Silvergate shook his head.

Time passed, and the once innocent boy became the cold and arrogant man he is now, and an unconcealable resentment flashed across his face, and then gradually returned to calm.

Decades later, Jafoda always recalls the past...... As soon as you close your eyes, memories of the past will chase back and flood into your mind.

The Canaan Moore Federal Council originated from the ancient Canaan Moore Elven Senate, and the original members were the patriarchs or the strongest of the major clans, and this selection rule has not changed until now, the only difference is that in order to avoid the struggle for power between the plural fifth-level powerhouses, the speaker of the council will not be the strongest, but a member of the royal blood clan recognized by the strong.

Canaan Moore now has two fifth-level powerhouses, namely the 'Aoba Tribe' and the 'Kingdom Tribe', the chosen ones, these two powerhouses hold the 'root' and 'crown' of the world's tree capital, and the 'tree' body, which is managed by the parliament - the speaker of the parliament is responsible for coordinating the two fifth-level powerhouses, and is also the supreme ruler of the Canaan Moore Federation.

How much effort did it take to get to this point? Jafoda couldn't remember for a long time, he only knew that he had finally come to this position, but he was still a long way from where he wanted to go.

Speaker of the Parliament...... Haha, how respectable does that sound? For ordinary elves, any councillor is a big figure they have to look up to, and the speaker is simply the venerable of the venerables, and even calling him by his name will seem abrupt.

But for the King Blood Elves, just the title of Speaker cannot be fully respected by them.

It's like now.

"Uncle."

As the communication crystal lit up and Japhda connected to the conversation, he heard a soft voice, "Why do you want to do this?"

"Anfa. I didn't expect that the first greeting from my nephew who I hadn't seen for a long time in many years was actually a question."

Jafoda nodded thoughtfully, and he said softly, "What are you talking about?"

"The Siren."

Anfa's voice calmly asked, "Uncle, no one can afford the risk of the Siren sinking, the Aoba family can't accept it, and the national family can't accept it...... It's the same with the Silver Gate."

"Others may think that it is a rather thrilling coincidence that the spies of the Three Kingdoms brought in three different Warcraft clans and destroyed the Siren's three power engines, but we all know very well that their information came from and could only come from within the Canaan Moore House."

"How dare they act so wildly without your approval? It's no coincidence, it's a tacit attack."

"Hmm."

Yafda was noncommittal, and the grim-looking middle-aged elf smiled slightly, "So you're here to accuse me—I put the Ember Lamp's honored guest, the Empire's genius alchemist, in danger. Do you want to ask me about it?"

"Just a trigger, I did promise Ian a smooth trip. But actually, it's mainly because it's too dangerous." Anfa emphasized: "We want to know why. There are a large number of foreign diplomats and big businessmen with important influence on the Siren, and it is definitely not an existence that can be tempted at will."

"It turns out that the Siren is not dangerous."

Japhda looked sideways at the crystal plate on the side, "Just two hours ago, the First Fleet of the Eternal Silent Ocean had already come to the vicinity of the Siren fleet and repaired the Siren. Not only that, but thanks to the blessings of your noble guest of the Ember Lantern Family and your friend True Dragon, even the joint attack of the three Great Demon Beast Clans failed to really break through the Siren's defenses."

"I have to say, you see that people's skills are really good. Anfa, as the chosen one, you are likely to take my place in the future, or even become the successor of the 'root, or' crown, which is exactly what you need most. You're so much better and luckier than I am."

"Thank you for the Speaker's attention." Anfa did not slow down in response to such praise: "But it doesn't ......"

"Acquiesced."

Japhda interrupted Anfa, "Anfari Ander, you're too young."

"True dragons are born strong, and you are a half-elf and half-dragon existence, you are also born strong, so you don't need to start studying politics very early like us, and the clan will not let you participate in the internal struggle of the Great House too early, but let you grow up and master the power in the blood."

"Silver Gate, Ember Lantern, Green Leaves, Fertile Soil, Vine Corridor...... Maintain the joint contract of the five departments of the party. You know what that means."

Behind the communication crystal board, the silence lasted for half a minute.

「...... Master Gravi is one of theirs?" After a long time, Anfa came with a deep and incredulous voice: "However, the Scarlet Leaf family is obviously a branch of the Aoba family...... He can't be the 'pillar party, no matter how you say it, it should be us' to maintain the party!"

"Gravi Scarlet Leaf doesn't belong to any line. He only loves elves, otherwise he wouldn't have been arranged to be an undercover agent back then, taking advantage of the political turmoil of the black tyrant's death to break into the empire."

Jafoda tapped his fingers on the table and let out a regular 'thump, "But his research will be against us. He's learned vital technology in the Empire, and perhaps brought with him some vital key—but he's on the wrong path, so the more important it is, the more dangerous it is."

"Of course, he doesn't have to die...... Without the intervention of that alchemist friend of yours, Master Gravi would have had to show some of his true means to deal with this 'accident,' to the occasion. In this way, we can also see what hole cards he has in his hand, so that we can deal with them next."

"It's just a pity, Ian Silverpeak...... It's incredible that I already have a master-level alchemy level at such a young age, even I feel excited, it's a blessing to exist in the same era as such a master, isn't it? But his presence has really ruined our plans, leaving us in the dark about Master Gravi's cards."

Shaking his head with some regret, Speaker Jafoda said, "That's why. For a specific answer, you can go to your mother to understand,

It was her dereliction of duty that she didn't tell you, and she shouldn't have protected you so well."

「...... The little nephew will retire for the time being."

Anfa's communication hung up, and Yafuda stared at the communication in front of him, and then shook his head slightly, "I really envy the friendship of young people. I don't know how many points Anfa will deduct from me this time. I hope it doesn't turn negative."

Putting the crystal plate away, the Speaker raised his head and looked out the window: "Gravi Scarlet...... It would be nice if you came back earlier, or later. It's a pity that fate doesn't give you the opportunity to show your skills in this life, otherwise, you will be born in the main family Aoba family, instead of the scarlet leaf sideline.

"But...... Fate also allowed you to survive this time. It may prove that you are still worthy."

Outside the window, under the pitch-black sky, there are bright lights, and endless lights flicker for years, like the Milky Way on the ground, forming a circle after circle.

This is the place of extreme height and breadth, the place covered by eternal trees, and the top floor of the central [trunk area] of the world's tree capital.

From here, the man's gaze was cast on the far side of the sea, in the silent and dark tide of eternal silence.

And there, in the midst of the endless waves, on a large ship, there was also an old man staring at the other side, staring at the destined home of all the elves.

An entire fleet of lean wood rounded the gigantic diplomatic ship and escorted it to its final destination, Blackstream Harbor, southeast of Half Moon Lake.

「...... The fact that fate allowed me to return to my hometown alive shows that I do have a mission that I must fulfill."

On the side of the big ship, Master Gravi whispered to himself, he calmly said to himself, or to the young Bai Zhimin beside him, "This is my last chance. I'm not going to give up no matter what."

"Ian, do you believe that there is a trajectory that can doom you for the rest of your life?"

- You ask the prophet this kind of question? I really have to believe in fate, what future can I change?

Ian looked at the dragon girl next to her, who was theoretically speaking, or said, "It was destined to be made into a dragon soul bait by the Gnostic Academy, but in fact, she was still eating chocolate cakes, and couldn't help but snort, "I think sublimators should choose their future well." It's a little humiliating to believe in fate, Master."

"You're young."

Of course, Master Gravi didn't know about Ian's slander, he didn't care about the young man's words, and shook his head in an old-fashioned way and sighed, "When you really reach my age, you will understand that some things are predestined from the beginning. This has been true of my life, and so has the future of Canaan Moore."

"As long as Canaan Moore maintains this situation of antagonism and infighting, there can be no future for the elves. This is the cycle of fate."

"Speaking of which, Master."

When Ian heard this, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "What's going on on with Canaan Moore? There isn't a lot of news about the Elven Kingdom on the Empire's side, and I don't know very well the political composition of Canaan Moore."

"Don't you know? Obviously so knowledgeable......

Raising his eyebrows, Master Gravi glanced at Ian a little strangely, but was quickly relieved: "Also, a smart person like you has too many things to learn, and you definitely won't read the complete history of other countries and all kinds of wild history records, at most, you can only look at the 'A Brief History of Terra,...... compiled by the gang in the City of Knowledge."

"Okay." After thinking for a while, the old man nodded slightly: "Then I will explain to you the difference between the two major political parties of Canaan Moore, the 'Continuity Party' and the 'Pillar Party'."

"But all of this starts hundreds of years ago, when a group of Canaan Moore elven mercenaries followed the Star Chaser Khan to capture the Heavenly King's Tent......