Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

so……

Lacie couldn't help but look up and down at Serlovi in ​​front of her.

The nineteenth? Could she be one of the earliest elves conceived by the Madam?

Charles's idea was the same as Lacille's, but his expression management was far worse than Lacille's, so Seloue easily saw through Charles's thoughts.

The smile on her face became more intense:

"Just as you two thought, I am indeed one of the earliest elves created by the Mistress."

But she sighed again:

"Of course, he is also the only one left, still alive in this world."

This change of topic was really abrupt, and Charles didn't know what to say for a moment.

But perhaps because his lover had passed away, leaving him alone to walk through time, he strangely felt the same way as Selovi in ​​front of him.

Then he exhaled slowly and whispered:

"Feel sorry……"

But Serlovi didn't seem to care about this. She interrupted Charles quickly with a smile:

"Why apologize? It's not your fault. I'm just an old man talking to myself."

Ciel didn't know what to say, so he just nodded slightly.

"……Um."

Then he asked:

"You said you came here for those...immature children?"

Serlowei shook her head, and her expression became solemn again, just like in the meeting:

"Not exactly, to be exact..."

"You two probably don't know this, but actually, before Lentiheim became abnormal, some elves had already wanted to disobey their mother."

[To be continued]

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21. Coming of Age Ceremony

Lacey frowned.

What does Lao Deng mean?

Long before the strange things happened in Lentiheim and the mistress went crazy, there were already elves who wanted to disobey the mistress?

Please translate for her, what does this mean?

But perhaps no translation is needed.

Rachel suddenly remembered what Mura said -

He sees himself as a gear, a gear that needs to rotate day and night until it breaks down or is scrapped, and only then will it be "freed".

In the big machine of Lentiheim, a gear certainly has no freedom at all, so Mla can't even resign to become the watchmaker he wants to be, because in the world of elves, there may never be such a concept as resignation.

Ciel seemed to have thought of this, so he subconsciously asked:

"But what does this have to do with the mistress going crazy?"

Lacey wanted to know too.

Could it be that the elves wanted to disobey the mistress, which made her go crazy?

But it shouldn't be.

Children will always rebel, whether they are humans or elves.

Of course, elves are immortal and have a long lifespan, so they can last longer than humans in both adolescence and rebellious periods.

When they are young, they may be quite well-behaved, like a caring little cotton-padded jacket, but once they enter puberty and become overly self-conscious, that's the end of them.

Children in their rebellious period are always disliked by everyone.

When they feel they have grown up, become independent, and are no longer willing to listen to their parents, they talk back, retort, or even go so far as to beat up their parents.

But there is nothing new under the sun.

If a child is always rebellious, he probably deserves a beating and will be fine after a good beating from society.

Therefore, most parents will choose to let their children do whatever they want, while a small number of parents will patiently guide their children and try to lead them back on the right path.

But the mistress is different.

His thoughts are quite unique and his methods are quite bold.

The elves are rebellious, right? Good! He decided to fight with the elves!

So, He is crazy?

Lacey didn't think so.

Because according to the information revealed by the elves, their disobedience to the mistress was probably only on paper and not put into action, otherwise the situation in Lentiheim would probably be even more chaotic than it is now.

so?

So what was the purpose of this old elf coming to them and saying all these things?

Rachel and Charles looked at Serlovi together, wanting to get an answer from her.

And Serlovi also gave the answer:

"Do you remember that at the meeting we proposed that we elves deal with those abnormal young people in the city ourselves?"

She answered the question with a question.

This answer is obviously not satisfactory.

But Charles nodded.

"I remember."

"He is the leader of those disobedient people..." Perhaps she felt that this word was not appropriate, so she changed to a more appropriate description, "or in other words, he is the spokesperson elected by the young people."

She felt quite emotional when she said this, so she shook her head and continued to tell Charles:

"Those young people heard from the outside world that a country should have an institution called a parliament, so they set up their own parliament - although their parliament was extremely simple, with orders changing every day, and had no real power, just like a child playing house."

"They don't even understand what the parliament is for, why it was created, and whether it is suitable for our city-state."

As she spoke, she looked at Charles and Laciel who was standing next to him with her deep, dark green eyes.

"Isn't it ridiculous?" asked Seloue.

Although he said this, there was no smile in the old elf's eyes.

She didn't seem to expect to get an answer from Charles and Rachel.

She just slowly raised the lantern in her hand, as if she wanted to dispel all the fog in front of her and let the entire Lentiheim hidden in the fog wake up again.

Only in this way could she take a closer look at this city-state that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

But she couldn't do it, so she could only raise her head with some difficulty, her eyes out of focus and a little dazed, looking up at the giant tree hidden in the thick fog above her head.

Then, quite abruptly, she said:

"Three thousand years... Lentiheim has been established for three thousand years."

"In the past three thousand years, all elves were underage children, so we obediently followed our mother's arrangements, each doing our own job, and together we kept the big machine of Lentiheim running."

"There is a saying among us, the first children created by our mother—"

"A mother can never make mistakes."

As Serlowei spoke, she seemed to remember something and couldn't help but smile:

"Under our mother's instructions, we built up the entire Lentiheim and now have our own home."

"Mother also gave us enough food to fill our stomachs, clothes to keep us warm, houses to shelter us from the wind and rain, and even the most precious knowledge. Only then can we live and work in peace and tranquility on this giant tree."

"And this kind of life lasted for three thousand years."

"In the past three thousand years, I have heard more than once from my companions who returned from the outside world how chaotic and terrible the outside world is."

"Dynasties and empires rose one after another, but they fell one after another. Humans, orcs, and powerful dragons fought endlessly. Every once in a while, countless living things died."

"But Lentiheim has always been stable, although it may be a little too stable... You may not believe it, but there is almost no difference between Lentiheim three thousand years ago and Lentiheim today."

At this point, Serlovi once again revealed a playful smile like an old naughty boy, then pointed at herself and said:

"Of course, there may be changes - for example, I am much older now than I was three thousand years ago."

She lowered her eyes again, shook her head, and said softly:

"But a three thousand year old elf or a few hundred year old elf may just be a child to their mother."

Rachel begs to differ.

Can the three thousand year old Lao Deng call himself a child? Wouldn't she have to become a newborn baby?

But she did understand what Selowei wanted to say.

Perhaps it was because the peaceful life of the past three thousand years was too good, so the older generation of elves headed by Selowei found it difficult to accept that such a life was broken - people are always lazy, and elves who are immortal are even more so, so Laciel guessed that Selowei came to ask them not to kill the mistress.

They felt that the mistress could still be rescued.

But the wheel of time will equally and indiscriminately crush all those who stand in its way.

Lacie felt that she should persuade the old man in front of her to be more open-minded.

So, she said:

"But the source of all the anomalies in Lentiheim seems to be the Matron. If the Matron is not killed, perhaps all the elves will disappear one after another, just like the missing Mura."

What she didn't expect was that Selowei showed a surprised expression when she heard it.

"Oh……"

The old man shook his head, and a strange, pale smile appeared on his face that Lacie couldn't understand.

"Do you think that I came to visit you and Mr. Hero to stop the two of you from killing our mother?"

Lacey was stunned:

"Is not it?"

The old man thought about it seriously before answering her:

"Maybe, Miss Witch. If possible, I don't want my mother to die like this."

"She has nurtured us for three thousand years. She is the common mother of all the elves. I believe that, except for me, even those young people who advocate killing mothers would not be willing to raise the knife to their own mothers."

“Even though He restricted the development of the entire Lentiheim, even though He made us cogs, even though we never got the so-called ‘freedom’ under His discipline, even though He wanted to ‘kill’ us with thick fog and continuous disappearances.”

"But He...is our mother after all."

A heavy look of fatigue suddenly appeared on Selowei's face.

She clenched the handle of the lantern.

Her body began to tremble slightly.

"I understand those young people." The old man suddenly said softly.

"We old folks have long been accustomed to a monotonous life, but those young people... they still have strength and a lot of time. They don't want to sit and wait for death like us."

"Three thousand years ago, my mother was always right. But three thousand years later, too much time has passed and too many things have happened. Even an old man like me sometimes marvels at the changes in the new era."

"For example, your teacher built the White Tower, and the strange gadgets invented by the human empire that is only separated from us by a sea of ​​forests."

Selowei suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Unconsciously, Lentiheim has fallen so far behind the times," she sighed softly, "Me too, and so has my mother."