"What do you want to do?"
"The elves cannot lose their faith in the sacred tree. Fortunately, it has returned to normal. The light elves cannot lose their priests at this time. They cannot afford to hand over their priests to the dark elves in exchange for a miserable life."
Beavis' face turned pale, and he said softly, "They have no choice. It's like their spines have been completely broken."
"But Clyde's request is to hand you over." Evan said, "We can't call a truce between the light elves and the dark elves without hurting Clyde and handing you over."
Beavis lowered his eyes and did not speak for a long time. Evan smiled bitterly and said, "And you should also know that at this point, the conflict between the dark elves and the light elves can no longer be solved by an explanation about the sacred tree - even if you tell them that the light elves and the dark elves are originally of the same origin and are the gift of diversity. It's just that the sacred tree infected by the blood of the fallen gods gave birth to selfishness, wanting to absorb the souls of the elves who died in the war to strengthen itself, thus triggering a series of tragedies..."
"Of course I understand." Beavis said softly, "The sacred tree is the trigger, but it is humans who cause death, hatred, and hostility from generation to generation. No matter how ridiculous the cause is, the hands of the light elves and the dark elves are already stained with each other's blood. How can they stop because of a so-called 'reason'?"
Evan stopped talking. He knew that Beavis himself was also very clear. Finally, Beavis said gently: "I understand. Clyde hates me. He hates me for participating in the execution of his parents, and for monitoring and executing his life from a high position under the pretext of justice..."
Evan narrowed his eyes and agreed with what Beavis said.
"... He just hates me." Beavis chewed on his words and said softly, "Clyde has never been an ambitious child. He doesn't expect any throne. He just can't swallow his anger."
"I remember he was like this when he was a child. At that time, he had not yet transformed into a dark elf, and he followed a few light elf children to compete in archery. He was the first to shoot down the red fruit on the treetop, but another child deliberately lost his trophy, so he lost the first chance. I remember that day was a rainy day, and I didn't need to observe the stars on rainy nights. So I waited at home until ten o'clock. He didn't come home at ten o'clock, so I went to look for him."
While speaking, Beavis's brow relaxed slightly, as if he was recounting a memory.
"I am the elf responsible for supervising him. For elves that have a chance to differentiate into dark elves, there will always be an elf responsible for one-on-one supervision of him. No matter where the elf goes, the responsible elf needs to follow and monitor him. The elders once said that the priests are busy and Clyde has consumed too much of my energy. They will send another elf to monitor Clyde - that way, I can relax. But I refused."
"Why?"
Evan was somewhat stunned, because the person who asked this question was none other than Vader, who seemed to be the least interested in this kind of thing. Vader would ask such a question, just like a fish in the deep sea suddenly becoming interested in a cat on land.
"Because Clyde has not yet differentiated. To him... I am the supervisor of his brother. In this way, he can feel that he is a normal elf. But if another person is sent, it will be pure monitoring of an alien race." Beavis said, "He is just a teenager."
"… "
"I asked the children who went into the forest with him. They told me that the archery competition ended three hours ago. The elder who was standing next to me thought that Clyde had escaped - perhaps because of an unexpected awakening or the nature of the dark elf half-blood. He was going to send people to capture him, but I stopped him and went back into the forest."
"The elder said that if he didn't see Clyde within an hour, he would send people to capture him and execute him - he would not allow such a risk. It was raining in the forest, and everything was wet. I found Clyde deep in the forest. He lowered his head in the bushes, his golden hair was soaked, and he was searching the bushes. I stood aside, wanting to know what he was going to do, but the deadline was coming. So I went up to him, severely reprimanded him, and took him back."
"He told me that he wanted to find the fruit he shot down. He should have been the first winner, and he couldn't swallow his anger. But the competition was over, and the prizes and rankings had been distributed. Even if he found the fruit, it wouldn't prove anything. I told him so."
"Then he told me that he wanted to find the fruit because he wanted to show it to me. He didn't care what others would think, or whether the people who were managing the tournament would recognize his first place. He just wanted to show me the fruit, that's all. Because when he left the house in the morning, he happily told me that he would not dishonor the name of 'Priest Brother'. He would definitely be the first in archery."
When he said this, Beavis actually had a thin layer of smile on his face. That layer of smile was like floating powder, dug out from the past and floating on his face awkwardly. So everyone knew that this brotherhood was indeed youthful and beautiful, like the soft skin of a girl.
It was only once.
Now, even with futile embellishments, it can't prove anything.
Evan wanted to say something. Beavis lowered his eyes and said gently, "Thank you very much for the help of the distinguished guests of the human race. However, this is not only a war, but also a story between our brothers. It is also a turning point for the light and dark races from now on... Either one of them will decline or even collapse, or they will finally understand each other. Therefore..."
"The affairs of the elves have nothing to do with me." Wade said, "Please handle them as you wish."
Beavis finally smiled.
When he smiled, the flower pot behind him finally showed some signs of life. Beavis said gently, "I will think carefully about how to do what I should do."
At that moment Evan was slightly distracted.
Beavis left the conference room, and before he pushed the door open, he heard Wade's voice.
"Do you regret picking him up?" Wade's voice was filled with a hint of amusement, wanting to know the answer. "Perhaps, if you had not picked him up in the first place and let him die, the elves would not be in this situation now."
Beavis smiled faintly.
"Even if he is a priest, how can he predict what will happen next?" he said.
Beavis left the room. Wade and Evan were the only ones left in the conference room. Evan pondered Beavis's veiled words and said, "It seems that Clyde has made up his mind. He will not stop until he kills Beavis."
“Maybe there’s more to it than that.”
The abrupt words came from Wade. No one expected Wade to speak at this time. Wade looked up at the branches outside the window and sneered, "Maybe he hated that he used to regard him as a brother. But in the end he knew that it was never the case. He thought that to him, he was always a pawn under surveillance, always..."
"You are just being sentimental."
Wade stared at the scene outside the window and placed his right hand on his chest. He could hear his heart beating through his chest.
"... Your Majesty." Evan finally couldn't help but speak, "The potions you asked me to bring for engraving the curse seem to have other functions besides locating the location of the engraved person..."
He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you think this is too... risky?"
Evan knew that he had no right to comment on his master's private affairs, but when he pieced together the terrifying possibility based on the ingredients of the potion, he couldn't help but question the madness of his monarch.
It was just a succubus, and compared to the grand ambitions that Vader was about to have, it was almost insignificant. Moreover, he heard that this succubus had betrayed Vader countless times.
Vader has zero tolerance for betrayal, and anyone who goes against him will suffer horrible torture worse than death. But Evan really doesn't understand why Vader would go to such lengths for that succubus.
"That's out of line, Evan."
Evan only got one sentence in return.
Evan lowered his head. He knew that this sentence was the most generous gift that Vader could give to his loyal subordinate. He could only whisper, "Yes."
Wade looked at the white wisteria outside the window. This flower reminded him of the wisteria he saw in the town. When he first arrived in that town, he transformed into a crow, stood on the flower stand, and watched Lucian pass by with a book in his arms.
He had made all the preparations. He wanted to kidnap the treacherous Lucian and make him bear all the revenge and torture from him. He wanted to make sure that Lucian could not escape from him even if he died. He wanted to keep him alive and torture him for a long time.
But in the end, he only saw Lucian walking past the flower stand with a book in his arms. His long hair was black, without any trace of living with any man. At that moment, he felt ecstatic in his endless hatred and anger, and felt ashamed of his reaction.
In the past, Lucian dared to be so presumptuous and do whatever he wanted just because he knew that he loved him so much.
That's what he thought at that time.
People never step into a river twice. But when he woke up from the holy pool and saw Lucian lying in his arms with wounds all over his body, Vader heard the sound of himself being drowned by the river again. The horrible roaring thing was not a river, but a flood, which overturned the embankment he had built with all his hatred and submerged him head on.
He sank to the bottom of the river, dazed and lost.
Lucian is always so moody, he thought expressionlessly.
But this time, it was Lucian who came to his arms first. It was Lucian who trembled in his arms and made his own choice. Now that he had given his response and tied their lives together, he would never let go.
It was Lucian who gave his soft self to him. In this case, Lucian must bear the price of this giving.
—From now on, he will not give him any chance to escape or hide himself.
He would never let his life become a waste of self-love.
"Since the elves don't need us, let's investigate a man named Burton," Wade ordered, "find out his whereabouts and his background."
He would investigate all the lies Lucian had told him.
besides.
He would also destroy any means of escape that Lucian had from him.
After all, it was Lucian who came to him first.