MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 213 reason for peace
Chapter 213 Reasons for Peace
"To sum up, you should now be able to understand why I would say that there is no race that is more peaceful than the elves, right?"
"No, it's better to say that you confuse me even more... If according to what you said, the forest elves even take it for granted the traditional custom of eating the flesh and blood of the same clan, how could such a savage and uncivilized race be a What about peaceful races?"
On the way to Sacred Tree City, after listening to William telling about the origin of the "cannibalism" custom of the forest elves, Nezemar asked even more puzzled.
In any case, "cannibalism" is more evil and more blasphemous than "killing". No matter what the reasons are, a race that can adopt such viciousness as a custom should have nothing to do with peace.
But in response, the presiding judge suddenly laughed, he immediately waved his hand and said:
"Never mind, I just suddenly thought of a joke."
"Joke?"
Nezemar asked curiously.
"Ah...you must have never heard of this joke. I have to think about how to adapt it in a form that you can understand..."
The presiding judge said and pondered for a moment, then tapped the forehead with his index finger and said:
"That's right, that's it... At the end of the Golden Age, during the Holy Cult War, a religious scholar from the Kos Empire came to Ravenwood, and he chatted with a local forest druid about the ongoing war on the continent. When After the Druid heard that in just two months, tens of thousands of people were killed in the war on the Boiling Plain, he asked in surprise, Can you eat so many corpses? That imperial scholar Hearing this, he sneered and replied that we are civilized people and don't eat people. And the Druid was even more surprised after hearing that - why don't you eat people and kill so many people, you are really barbaric."
After finished speaking, the presiding judge laughed to himself, and Nezemar was not sure whether he should laugh with him.
After William's laughter stopped, Nezemar said carefully:
"I seem to understand a little, Lord Judge, what you mean is that this custom of the forest elves makes them wary..."
"Yes, as long as there is war, corpses will inevitably be produced - whether those corpses are the enemy's or their own, the forest elves must dispose of them after the war. Therefore, as long as the war breaks out in Ravenwood, the forest elves will We must face the dilemma that there are too many corpses to eat before they are completely decomposed. Unless absolutely necessary, the forest elves will never let themselves be involved in a large-scale war. Therefore, in history, the forest elves are very There will be less war."
I don’t want war because I can’t finish eating the corpses, how can I still do this?
Nezmar couldn't describe the impact he felt in his worldview when he heard this logic.
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Time returns to the present, and at this moment Nezemar is frowning at the center of the Canopy Temple, where the "Sacrament Ceremony" is being held.
According to the Lord Judge, it is precisely because of this extreme funeral culture that the forest elves have more respect for life and a deeper understanding of death than humans or other races.
Although it sounds very reasonable, as a person living in a "civilized world", after seeing such a **** and cruel scene, she still finds it difficult to accept because of its biological meaning.
Of course, after all, he was the former church relic collector and the current Holy Spirit Kane's designated envoy. Nezemar, who was used to seeing all kinds of killings, would not show any rude behavior because of this.
It’s hard to say just about the other people on the side.
"What are they eating... ugh..."
The movement behind him made Nezemar turn his head.
The accompanying girl was sitting on her knees on the ground at this moment, spitting up stomach water, and the turban that had been around her head was undone and thrown aside.
When the forest elf with a wolf-head tattoo on his face saw this, he immediately knelt down beside the **** one knee. Nezemar noticed that the other party was blocking the vision of the clergy in the temple intentionally or not.
The forest elf man patted the **** the back and said to her in a voice that was almost whispering:
"Elise, hurry up and wrap your turban after vomiting, you are too conspicuous..."
It was a low voice, but Nezmaar still heard it.
The interior of the temple was originally very quiet except for the prayers of the priests and the gnawing of the "Sacrament Ceremony", but the girl's vomit broke the quiet solemnity. Many people turned their attention to them.
"Don't vomit, just close your eyes and don't let them see..."
Next to , Nezemar heard the faint whisper of the forest elf again.
The girl gritted her teeth and nodded, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the filth from the corner of her mouth, then closed her eyes and picked up the turban around her, and started wrapping it around her head again.
Nezmar noticed that although the opponent's hands were shaking all the time, the movements were smooth and smooth, as if closing her eyes did not affect her vision at all.
"Why would they just eat it..."
After got up, the girl asked in a trembling voice.
"Don't talk yet..."
The forest elf with a wolf head tattoo on his face whispered, then he raised his head, looked at Nezemar who looked at them with a concerned expression, and said with a wry smile:
"My friend came to Ravenwood for the first time, and I don't know the funeral customs here... It's inevitable that I can't accept it. To be honest, as a forest elf, I can't accept it too much. The reformists proposed a referendum on the abolition of the 'Sacrament Ceremony'. I even went to sign it."
Nezmar nodded without making a sound.
didn't make a sound because she didn't know how to answer. Apart from the information about the local seal temple in Jade Province, her knowledge of the forest elves today was not as good as that of the presiding judge from a thousand years ago.
As for the nodding, it was because she felt that what the forest elf said was very reasonable - this funeral custom should indeed be abolished.
Seeing that Nezemar did not reply, the forest elf named Quill Wolfyan continued:
"Are you really coming to Holy Tree City for the first time? Few humans are so calm after seeing the 'Sacrament Ceremony' for the first time."
Nezmar did not answer his question, but directly asked the question he cared about:
"Do you know what the avatars of those dryads just asked us to come to this temple for?"
Previously, the presiding judge ordered Nezemar to wait for him to return safely here, and being safe meant not causing unnecessary trouble and disrupting the presiding judge's delicate and far-reaching layout.
But right now, Nezemar seems to smell something troublesome.
"Probably want to repatriate stowaways."
The forest elf named Quill replied.
Then, he stared straight at Nezemar's eyes and continued:
"Since your guide is not with you, maybe they will treat you as a stowaways."
Quier said, watching the change in the expression on the woman's face.
But unfortunately, there was no change in expression on the other party's face.
It's as if the other party doesn't know what "stowaways" and "guides" are.
Originally, Quill intended to cause the other party to panic, and then took the opportunity to ask him to pretend to be the other party's guide, and then let the "Wild Hunters" mistake the woman in front of him as the wanted "Homer" inheritor Elis. This made a big noise to attract the attention of "Wild Hunt", let the real Elis escape from the encirclement, and organize others to respond.
As a result, the plan that Quill had thought up in half a minute was directly stuck at the first step.
"The stowaways are to be marked as the incendiary, unless the great sage Yeats, or the hero Kane's level magic caster releases the curse, otherwise they will be cursed and unable to enter Raven for the rest of their lives. Woodwood."
Seeing this, Quill once again reminded the seriousness of the matter.
"What did you say?"
"You see what I mean?"
Seeing that the expression on the other party's face finally showed a little shake, Quill planned to strike while the iron was hot and continue to guide. As a result, the other party interrupted first:
"You put people like Yeats and Lord Kane side by side for discussion?"
The tone of the other party's sudden seriousness made Quill a little confused.
Is that all she cares about?
It was when Quill was a little dazed that the prayers sung by the priests in the temple came to an abrupt end.
With a rustling sound, the vines at the other end of the temple automatically crawled open, forming the shape of a door.
An old man dressed in a robe woven from animal skins and feathers, whose skin had turned into bark, and whose hair was covered with branches and leaves, came tremblingly.
That is the oldest priest class in Forest Druid-Rivenwood.
followed by several "Wild Hunters" behind him.
Nezemar's gaze was also drawn to the side.
She didn't know the specific names of the forest elves covered in tattoos, but according to the forest elves culture that had previously judged the elder science, she could also guess that those people must be the warriors in charge of "killing" in the forest elves. .
Their bone weapons and armor, and the **** smell they exude are just part of the reason. What's more important is their slender and sickly bodies - only by maintaining a subtle level of hunger at all times can they be able to quickly dispose of the corpses they left behind in accordance with the customs immediately after the killing.
Seeing those people approaching, Nezemar glanced at the two behind him without a trace.
I came here with the presiding judge, and there is no channel that might leak information, and so far, they haven't done anything major.
Therefore, this matter is definitely not directed at me.
On the other hand, these two commissions lead the way, but Suspiciousness is full.
But she didn't intend to meddle in her own business, after all, the presiding judge's order was there, wait for him to come back safely.
So Nezemar leaned slightly to the side.
It was also at this time that the man who was in the middle of the temple performing the "Sacrament Ceremony", after seeing the forest druid walking in, immediately put down his wife's flesh and blood, and rolled and crawled to the place. in front of the Druid.
"My lord, my lord... My wife was killed by the imperial ambassador, please do justice to her!"
(end of this chapter)
