Chapter 765: Conspiracy

"You say I know Elven?" The fairy patriarch snorted lightly, revealing a disdainful sneer: "It's not just me, everyone here understands the elven language.??" Bayi Chinese =ā‰ˆā‰ˆ.=8ā‰ˆ1≠Z≠=.≄C≄O≠M"

"Oh?" I pretended not to show her sarcastic expression: "In this way, the elves in the past were still very generous, and even the words limited to the royal family were willing to spare no effort to teach all the goblins. ā€

"Young people have to be honest, don't try to trick the old man's words" The fairy patriarch saw my intention at a glance: "What I want to tell you, even if you don't do it, I will tell you, I don't want to say it, even if you do, I won't reveal a word to you, understand?" ā€

The intention was debunked on the spot, and I had to nod honestly.

The fairy patriarch took a sip of tea and said, "Do you really want to know why I am so disdainful when I mention elven texts." ā€

I nodded, "Yes." ā€

"Elven script, originally not a text that belongs to elves."

"Huh?" I was confused by the words of the fairy patriarch: "The elven text is not the elven text, so why should it be called the elven text?" ā€

"Because they're a bunch of thieves who like to keep good things for themselves, and with a few changes, they're their own original plagiarists."

"Well, although I know that the elves have caused harm to your old man, I still have to say that what your old man said just now is a bit extreme......"

"Extreme?" The fairy patriarch interrupted me, sneered, and said, "If you can understand this history, you won't feel extreme. ā€

"Listen up."

"Moonlight City is the kingdom that originally belonged to our goblin clan, we build a home here, understand nature, create art, and create words" The elf patriarch's gaze passed over me and looked behind me, there, there was a little Lori who ate a mouth full of fruit berry juice, Remy.

"After that, hundreds of years later, a group of humans who look quite similar to us, but can't fly, took a dilapidated boat to the June Moonlight City, they are the ancestors of the elven race."

"When our ancestors first saw the elves, they felt like a group of savages who had not yet opened, wearing clothes sewn from coarse cloth, carrying weapons made of bronze, wearing very simple ornaments, and speaking a common language of the Japanese Wind 6, at that time the common language of the Japanese Wind 6 was still very simple, not as complex as it is now, and it was not as much as the meaning expressed now, our ancestors took them in and taught them the fairy script we created, I have to say, They were much smarter than many of the other humans who had drifted here, and within a few years they had mastered our script and made some changes to what became the elven script. ā€

"That's how the elven text came from," I nodded thoughtfully, "It's really no different from plagiarism." ā€

"So, when you talk about their generosity in teaching us elven script, I will laugh at the reason" The fairy patriarch spread out the letter, spread it on the table, and sneered: "I really didn't expect that the text of our elf clan would become the special script of the elf royal family. ā€

"No way," I spread my hands and said to her, "No matter what race there are, there will be some shameless guys." ā€

"We elves don't have such people" She raised her head and stared into my eyes, "We are generous, generous, selfless, and unreservedly teach the knowledge we have acquired to the elves who are eager to learn......"

"That's why you've fallen into such a field," I sighed, "You are so kind, and you are selfless, these two are noble virtues, but they are not suitable for survival in the environment of Zephyr6, whether it is humans, orcs, goblins, dwarves, or elves, they have survived to this day because of hypocrisy and shamelessness, while you noble can only live in this place." ā€

The fairy patriarch frowned, she stared at me seriously, for a while, and sighed: "You are right, very right, if Remy is by your side, it will definitely not be as simple, innocent, and .....flawless as it is by my side."

"Uh, let's not get involved with Remy, okay......"

"You listen to me," she raised her voice sharply, startling me, and then she added, "But I believe that Remy by your side will live longer than Remy by my side." ā€

"Why?"

"Because you're shameless," she laughed, "very shameless." ā€

"Can we still have a good chat" I looked unhappy: "It's okay not to bring personal attacks?" ā€

"No, I'm not sarcastic, I'm not insulting you, I'm praising you" She nodded slightly, and said: "As you said, our goblin clan is too simple and kind, which led to such a field now, if there was a shameless person like you to assist the first king, maybe we would have stood at the top of the many races of the Zephyr 6 and become their leader." ā€

"You've won the prize, hehe," I smiled lewdly, "However, it's the first time I've heard such a boast as yours." ā€

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The fairy patriarch spread out the letter paper and carefully read every word on it, and the more she read, the more solemn her expression became, and the more her brows wrinkled, and finally, it became a lump twisted together.

My guess is that most of the content of the letter is related to the elves, and that it is likely to be a genocidal conspiracy, like the horror that forced the elves to disappear years ago.

Although I was tempted to ask her what was written in the letter, I dispelled the idea when she continued to look at it carefully, and her expression became more solemn and gloomy.

Turning her head, in the distance, Remy, with her small belly full of food, was floating in the air playing with the elves her age.

The parents of those goblin children were gathering together, watching the children play with happy faces, unaware that at this moment, their patriarch's hands trembled slightly, and an expression of anger was about to be made.

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Half an hour later.

The elf patriarch pushed the letter to my side and let out a heavy snort.

"Done?" Taking the letter, I looked at the wordless content and said, "You seem to be angry." ā€

"It's very angry" The fairy patriarch's voice was a little suppressed, as if there was a huge rock pressed on it, and there was not much noise in a dull voice.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, "What is written in the letter?" ā€

"There's a lot of writing, it's all very useful information," the fairy patriarch floated over and stood beside me, pointing to every word on the letterhead, explaining its pronunciation and content bit by bit.

She explained slowly, carefully, and clearly.

Through her explanations, the hidden conspiracies unfolded before my eyes.