Chapter 1422: This world will not reason with you.

In fact, you can't come back.

In the dark room, only a dim oil lamp was lit, and Vincent, who was aging, looked at Blour and looked a bit complicated.
"You know I will be back." Blull replied calmly.
The room was silent, and the light of the oil lamp jumped slightly.
Vincent looked worried: "The Bibery family has fallen into a dangerous situation that has never been seen before. Elliot wants to tear up the marriage contract between you and Sally. For this reason, the entire Biberi family is buried. The hope is that you can maintain a marriage contract with Sally and then marry her."
"When I promised this marriage contract, you said the same thing." Blur's mouth was slightly tilted, revealing a mocking smile.
Vincent looked at Blour, opened his mouth, his throat moved, and he closed back, his face sighing a little.
"You should know about the night elves," Broll asked.
"When the army of Berg was besieging the cave, I was with the warriors of the Bebili family." Vincent featured the head.
"At that time, I was on the cave where you were surrounded." Blull looked at Vincent and smiled.
"You..." Vincent's pupils were shocked, and their eyes fixed on Blour. After a while, their expressions gradually eased, as if they were a lot older, their voices were much lower, and they looked complicated: "I guess Arrived, but I didn't expect you to be there, I almost lost a son."
"Freedom is there, Princess Irina is there, as an elf, shouldn't I be there? You almost lost a son, and the elves almost lost their future, and the world that was almost killed by you."
"You know, the Bebile family has survived in the cracks over the years. We have no way to reject Berg's orders, and there is no way to reject Helena's orders. Freedom is too extravagant for us. I am the patriarch, the most important. The idea is how to make our family survive, not to talk about the future.
Vincent looked a little sloppy.
Bloor looked at Vincent and asked: "Do you think it is interesting to be alive? Is this really the life our elves want? Our people have even forgotten what freedom is! Even us, we These so-called nobles still have shackles on their necks. Even if they are served by servants, why have they ever had freedom? Is it the same as the forest of winds a hundred years ago?"
Vincent's face was white, and he subconsciously stepped back.
A hundred years ago, the Elfs drove the invading demons out of the forest of winds at a costly price, and then established the current forest of wind under the planning of Her Majesty and the High Priest.
At that time, no elf would think that the elves would become like this.
Even in the most tragic wars, the elves who still yearn for freedom have become slaves by the extravagant atmosphere and the shackled system.
Yeah, even if he is a patriarch, he is still alive and wrestling.
This fear is not from foreign enemies, but from his people, those who have fought side by side.
Everyone lives in desires and fears, struggles with each other, and succumbs to each other. For the right that the elves don't care the most, they give up the freedom that has been upheld for thousands of years and willingly become a part of the chain.
"At this time, the young people in the family began to become somewhat mysterious. They would sneak a party after everyone fell asleep, talking about some freedom in the back, and the eyes would glow." Vincent Looking at Blour, "that looks like you."
Blour’s gaze was slightly condensed, and his fist was subconsciously tightened.
"Helena recently arrested a lot of young people. She called them traitors, said that they were the infiltrators of the night elves, and gave each nobleman a secret order, so that all the guys who were free to discuss it would be arrested and unified. Dungeon.
Vincent glanced at Blour’s fist and said,
Tomorrow, at Sally’s sealing ceremony, these young people will be publicly executed to shock those elves who are ready to move.

"This is tyranny." Blour bit his lip and his voice was low.
"This world won't make sense to you. Just like to stop this marriage contract, the Brewster family's killer may be on the road at this time. Eliot will kill at all costs in order to be like Berg. Block everyone in front of him.
Vincent shook his head.
Blour looked at Vincent, silenced for a moment, slowly let go of his hand, and then calmed down as calmly as possible: "You didn't grab the young people and didn't send them to Helena."
"Yeah, this is not like me." Vincent nodded, his eyes fell on the oil lamp on the side, looked at the flashing candlelight, whispered: "What is wrong with chasing freedom? We were so desperate, not Is it for freedom..."
......
In a secret room in the Brewster family, five or six elves sit in the primary and secondary, Elliot sits in the main position, and the candlelight that makes his gloomy face look even more scary.
In the Chamber of Secrets, everyone was equally dignified, and there was no sound, like waiting for something.
"The patriarch, the killer has arrived, are you leaving now?" An elf dressed in black walked into the door from the outside, half-squatting, respectfully.
Eliot grinned and some sullenly said: "The old thing of Vincent is not good, and I don't want to cancel the marriage contract. Then don't blame me. Since his son has already appeared, kill it. There is no way for the dead to marry. Our Princess is down."
"Yes."
The elf should be okay, and when he got up, he would go out.
"The patriarch, Helena priest sent a secret letter." At this moment, an elf ran into the door and presented a secret letter with a star seal.
The elves in the Chamber of Secrets looked at the secret letter in the hands of Eliot.
"Well?" Eliot received the secret letter, and the starry magic seal on the envelope was automatically released. A black stationery fell into the hands of Eliot.
Eliot looked down at the letterhead, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and finally he angered the letter paper into a group of waste paper, which was turned into powder in his hands.
The elves looked at each other and they didn’t know anything, and they didn’t dare to ask.
"Planned to cancel, first leave him a life." Eliot's voice was low, with a thick unwillingness.
......
"Where is this, we have to start with the mixed pearl that was born in the heavens..."
The story of McGonagall has not been finished yet. The two little guys have fallen asleep in his arms, and the ugly duckling is also the scent of his feet.
McGonagall smiled helplessly, cautiously got up, laid the two little guys flat, covered the quilt, and threw the ugly duckling among them, which was relieved.
"Come to my room." Irina stood at the door and said, and turned and left.