Full-Time Psychic Martial Artist

"Your Majesty Lorne, the Snow Elves will never forget the Goddess's mercy, nor will they break their oath!" Selvin said resolutely.

Lorne was speechless for a moment.

Clearly, the snow elf misunderstood his question as a test of his faith.

At the same time, Lorne realized that he had oversimplified the problem and made a rather basic and dangerous mistake.

The reasons for making mistakes can be summarized in three simple sentences:

"The gods of this world are real. You cannot discuss a popular historical perspective while ignoring the belief in gods. Because in this world, the belief in gods is part of the popular historical perspective."

This is precisely why the Seneson War Soul Ritual, which combines religious beliefs, can spread like wildfire among elves.

Once Lorne understood this, his thoughts immediately became clear.

Since the gods are materialistic, then we should realistically combine our belief in the gods with a distinctive development path.

He smiled and nodded at Selvin: "You're right, no elf should forget the goddess's mercy. But—"

He changed the subject, looking at Selvin with a solemn expression, and asked, "What exactly is the goddess's mercy?"

Selvin's heart skipped a beat; he was stumped by the question.

He tried hard to organize his thoughts and give the obvious answer, but the question was like a whirlpool, constantly pulling him into the abyss of thought.

Finally, he slumped his shoulders and lowered his head in despair: "Your Majesty Lorne, this question is too sacred and too profound. I... I cannot answer it."

"Is it that you don't know the answer, or that you dare not speak rashly?" Lorne asked.

Selvin pursed his lips and said, "I dare not speak presumptuously."

Lorne nodded slightly, not surprised by the answer.

If Selvin could find the answer himself, he wouldn't have come to him, the chosen one, for advice.

At this moment, Lorne really wanted to solve these kinds of problems directly at their root, to dispel the elves' illusions, and to liberate them from the shackles of class consciousness.

But he also knew that doing so might cause more serious chaos, or offend the ruling class, or even the gods.

So for now, it's best to be a proper charlatan.

Before liberating theology, he needs to understand and master it.

So Lorne straightened his posture and began to coax, "Why do you think the goddess released the snow elves?"

Selvin thought for a moment and said, "My great-grandfather said that the goddess couldn't bear to see the elves killing each other, so she saved the snow elves."

Lorne nodded slightly in satisfaction, then continued, "So the goddess never said the snow elves were guilty, right?"

Selvin swallowed hard, his fingers starting to nervously rub his thigh again. "I...I don't know."

Lorne noticed Selvin's subtle reaction and cut to the chase, saying, "But you really want to know, and that's the real reason you came to me, the chosen one."

Selvin's face turned pale instantly, then quickly flushed red.

Lorne subtly curled the corners of his mouth.

It seems I guessed right.

Then you can speak freely and confidently.

So he took a deep breath and said, slowly and deliberately:

"In my opinion, snow elves are just as kind, hardworking, and brave as other elves."

"Otherwise, you would not have been able to take the initiative to make a vow of atonement and keep it up from generation to generation to this day."

"More than an epoch."

"Look how cold this place is. Even the snow elves, who are naturally resistant to the cold, have to sleep on heated brick beds."

"The idea of ​​'living in seclusion and avoiding conflict' is nothing more than a beautiful fantasy held by other spirits who have forgotten history."

"The truth is that the snow elves always remember history and dare not forget the mistakes their ancestors made, so they choose to use this method to warn their descendants."

"More than an epoch."

"Even if you are truly guilty, you should have atoned by now."

"Moreover, the goddess never said that the snow elves were guilty."

"Well, she never told me," Lorne silently added in his mind.

Selvin's breathing became rapid, and he gripped his thighs tightly with both hands. He dared not look at Lorne's face, afraid that he would lose control.

Lorne's words made the snow elf feel that her people's long-standing silent contributions had been recognized.

More importantly, it is certain that they are a true chosen one, the chosen one of the benevolent moon goddess Ilúvaira.

At one point, he could no longer control himself, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.

Lorne silently added firewood to the campfire, not daring to utter a sound.

This was the first time in his life he had ever known that a man could shed so many tears.

How long have they been holding this in? It's terrifying!

Finally, Selvin's tears stopped.

He got up, removed the stool, took a few steps back, and knelt down on the ground with a thud, bowing three times to Lorne.

Lorne didn't stop him; he knew this was the only way the snow elf could adequately express his respect and gratitude.

"Your Majesty Lorne, thank you for your guidance. I finally understand."

After Selvin finished speaking, he bowed three times to Lorne.

Lorne smiled and said, "If you understand, go back and rest early. We still have to cross the snow mountain tomorrow."

"Okay, take care too." After saying that, Selvin got up and left.

Looking at the snow elf's back, Lorne felt that his steps were much lighter than before, and his back was straighter.

Well, I guess I did a good deed.

As Lorne was thinking this, just as he was about to switch to his two-headed frost cannibal form, Nelly emerged from the shadows and handed him a roasted lamb leg.

"What are you doing?" Lorne looked at Nelly in confusion.

"Sister Iluvia asked me to reward you," Neri said reluctantly.

Lorne paused slightly, then asked, "She spoke to you?"

"Um."

"Alright, then I won't be polite." Lorne took the lamb leg.

Nelly immediately slipped back into the shadows.

Lorne placed the lamb leg over the fire to roast, only to find that the other side had already been bitten several times, with glistening saliva still remaining. Judging by the size of the teeth marks, it was definitely Nelly who had bitten it.

Now he knew why Nelly was in such a hurry to hide.

"Wait, is this reward even legitimate?"

……

As dawn broke and the moon was still high in the sky, the snow elves walked together toward the village entrance, with the village chief and Selvin leading the way.

Lorne noticed that all the snow elves had red eyes, especially the village chief.

Lorne roughly guessed what had happened, and the snow elves' subsequent actions proved his guess to be correct.

The snow elves knelt down before Lorne, just like Selvin had done the night before, and bowed three times.

The village chief, speaking on behalf of the group, said with a slightly hoarse but excited voice, "Thank you, Your Majesty Lorne! The Snow Elves will never forget the Goddess's mercy!"

Lorne nodded slightly and said solemnly, "Get up, all of you. Remember, the snow elves never lived here to atone for their sins."

"You have stayed in this harsh land for the safety of all your fellow elves. The sacrifices of the snow elves should be known by all elves."

"You are all good comrades who fought wholeheartedly for Seneçon!"

Having said that, he stood at attention and saluted: "May the goddess bless the elves!"

The next moment, all the snow sprites stood up and returned the greeting in the same manner:

May the goddess bless the elves!

You have completed the campaign event [The True Historian], gaining 40 x 10 experience points. (1000/1000)

You have accumulated enough experience to level up.

You have one first-level spell to choose from.