Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 151: It’s a bit embarrassing to believe in fate (6000, please double the monthly pass!)

——No matter in the past or in the future, the will of the weak will always be overwhelmed by the strong.

Many years later, Javda Silver Gate, the speaker of the Canaan Moor House, once again recalled the advice his brother gave him before his death.

Yavda Silvergate had a brother. A brother with the blood of an elf king, superior in talent, intelligent and hardworking, both enemies and allies recognize his excellence from the bottom of his heart.

Because there is already such an excellent heir, even if Yafoda was born, the family did not pay much attention to him.

As one of the ten king-blood tribes of the elves, the Yinmen Department, which has the inheritance of the fifth energy level, has rich experience in cultivating strong people, and the most important thing in cultivating strong people is to tilt resources. Sex makes the entire Canaan Moore only have three at most in the same era.

Wasting resources for no reason is undoubtedly reducing the chance of the fifth-level powerhouse being born in one's own tribe, and giving up the opportunity to political opponents... Therefore, since childhood, Yafoda has been living in a kind of "loose" grew up in the environment.

He can eat whatever he wants, no matter whether the food may affect the future sublimation inheritance and cause distortion.

He can play whatever he wants, even if it distracts the child from studying seriously, and it is impossible to cultivate the thinking mode required by the ascendant from an early age.

Yavda can stay with his parents for a long time, act like a baby to his mother, ride on his father's neck, and the family happily go to the Forest of Sleep to listen to the song of the sleeping nightingale and enjoy the most comfortable camping nap.

Occasionally, my elder brother would come together. They would play and play beside the quiet stream, laughing and laughing, and chased the flying dragonflies together under the sunshine.

Yafoda's childhood was not unhappy, but there is only one price to pay for all this.

That's why he was dropped.

The chance to become a strong man was given up.

"Sometimes I really don't know whether I should envy you, my stupid brother."

At that time, Yafoda didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he remembered it very clearly—the elder brother who was regarded as the most outstanding heir in the future by the family, and who returned from special training looked at him with a complicated expression and cheered towards him. He pounced on himself, and then pointed a finger on the forehead of himself who was still a child, causing himself to fall slightly.

At that time, my elder brother pouted, and looked at him with a kind of eyes that were both pity and jealous; The young Yafoda couldn't distinguish those complicated emotions at all, and perhaps many of them were supplemented and beautified by his later memories... But there is no doubt that his brother at that time must have made up his mind.

"Just play happily, and play with me." The boy said to his younger brother: "But remember, you can be weaker than me, but you must not be weaker than others."

Growing up drinking alchemy potions, he has hardly tasted any 'food'; he has been receiving the most formal and rigorous training since he was a child, and he rarely has time to enjoy family affection. He said from the bottom of his heart: "At least At least, you have to grow to the fourth energy level, which is stronger than those lucky ones who emerge from ordinary elves."

"Why?"

At that time, Yafoda asked in puzzlement: "The Canaan Moor is so big, isn't it normal that there are elves stronger than me?"

"No way."

The elder brother lowered his eyes. At that time, Yafoda did not see the eyes of the other party. He replied calmly: "Because we are the king's blood. We signed a contract with the capital of the world tree, and the inheritance of the blood of the first throne who."

"We must be stronger than all the elves to prove that we are stronger and superior to them. This is part of the contract."

"Yafoda - We have responsibilities and obligations. We must become strong."

"Then lead Canaan Moore, lead the elves, and let them live what we think is a 'good' life."

Elves are a race that believes in contracts. Once they sign the contract, unless there are some unimaginable extreme circumstances, they will definitely abide by it.

Just, why did this custom come about? Yafoda is not stupid, he vaguely feels that he knows the most basic nature of the elves.

Moreover, king blood does exist.

No matter how ignorant and incompetent the elves of the Silver Gate family are, and no matter how resource-inclined they are, they will definitely be smarter and more knowledgeable than ordinary elves. feelings and thinking tendencies.

Even Yafoda, who has been abandoned, will become a well-known bachelor in the future if there is no accident, and will become a pivotal figure in the Canaan Moor scholar circle, not to mention the fourth and third energy levels, the second There must be energy levels and a master title.

So, at that time, Yafoda actually had a lot of doubts in his mind... For example, why the fourth energy level can surpass "the lucky one among all ordinary elves", and what is the "first blood of the top" , why the king blood tribe of the elves 'has the responsibility and obligation' to lead the elves, and finally...

Why let people live what we think is good...not what everyone thinks is good?

—The underdog.

Jafoda considers himself a weakling. He never shy away from this point, because facing his brother, he has always been, and will always be, a weakling. He is proud of this, facing such a respectable elder brother, he is willing to bow his head and consider himself an ordinary person to be his stepping stone.

However, at this moment, he felt a little bit aggrieved for those 'weak people' like himself...somewhat unwilling to end like that.

There are many reasons in his mind.

It's just that before he could figure out these problems, his brother's life came to an end.

My elder brother died in an assassination by a political opponent, a flawless poisoning.

This is the case with Canaan Moore. Because the unification war hundreds of years ago ended with no winners, the Canaan Moore Federation, which was cobbled together with the ten king blood tribes as the core, was barely born.

In other worlds, such an ending may also be a way out, but in the continent of Terra, without a voice from the top of the mountain to give orders, it is doomed to usher in a long and painful internal struggle.

—Strong.

At the end of his life, the elder brother who met his parents left the last time for his younger brother.

"How pitiful, Yafoda."

The handsome young elf's face was pale, and his eyes were still extremely complicated, showing both pity and relief, unwillingness and relief: "You will take over my position, my inheritance, and my inheritance. Flesh and blood. You will become the second me."

"Do you have any questions you want to ask? I can see that you have been wondering and never getting an answer."

So Japhda asked. He asked all his whys and all his confusions.

"How easy it is."

The elder brother replied calmly: "No matter in the past or in the future, the will of the weak will always be overwhelmed by the strong."

"Yafoda, the will of ordinary people is not important at all. They oppose, they have opinions, even if you and I are willing to listen, are all sublimated people, all strong people willing to listen?"

"If you can't be strong enough to overwhelm everyone, what's the use of supporting ordinary people?"

"Is His Majesty the Black Sun of the Empire not strong enough to overwhelm the world? His will swept Terra, and even Dragon Island signed a brand new contract with him."

"But he died anyway. He couldn't win over everyone else."

"Look, I'm going to die too, which is the proof that I'm not strong enough either."

So saying, the elder brother showed a smile: "But, Yafoda, if you are strong enough to defeat everyone and make the world tremble with your will - it will be slower than the combination of the Black Sun and the First Knight People are afraid, and they have a deeper foundation than the four major orthodox religions and Dragon Island combined... At that time, you can even do that incredible thing, that is, let the weak live a life that they think is 'good'."

"Let everyone live a 'life that you think is good'"

"But, isn't it because you are strong? It is your tolerance that made all this happen. In essence, it is still letting them live a life that 'we (the strong)' think is 'good'."

"Stop thinking of yourself as weak and ordinary, Yafoda. You have no such opportunity."

"You can only get stronger."

"Unless, you want to be the second me."

When the elder brother left, his body gradually turned into a translucent crystal like glass, leaving only a silver ring on his forehead.

That is the 'Ring of Radiance', the core legacy of the fifth energy level inheritance [Silver Gatekeeper] unique to the Silver Gate Division, an extremely powerful organ for sublimation of thought.

Although the elder brother is far from reaching the fifth energy level, his core sublimation organs are also close to perfection, so they can be used again.

It is precisely because of the power of this bloodline that so many intelligent scholars and powerhouses emerge from the bloodline of the Yinmen Department, all of which are the power of the bloodline to continue.

"Inherit it, Yafoda."

The elders of the family, parents, and everyone else said so. They are all abandoned individuals, all losers.

Only because of the blood that flows like brothers, Yafoda still has the possibility of being selected, and the possibility of accepting its inheritance without distortion.

They said enviously and solemnly: "This is your brother's will."

"Don't let his years of hard work go to waste, and all his hard work come to naught."

Yavda still remembers the moment when he took it.

It looks like bone, whitened with age.

It smells like a cloud, relieved and free.

It feels like flesh to the touch, warm and soft.

It feels like the wind, the songs and all the good memories.

Like...like...

Two brothers were chasing dragonflies in flight by a stream in the sun.

The chairman of the Canaan Moor House, Yafoda Silvergate shook his head.

Times have passed, and the innocent boy in the past has become a cold and proud man. An unconcealable anger flashed across his face, and then gradually returned to calm.

After decades, Yafoda will always recall the past scenes... As long as you close your eyes, the past memories will chase and flood into your mind.

The Canaan Moor Federation Council originated from the ancient Canaan Moor Elf Senate. The original members were the patriarchs of the major clans or the strongest. This selection rule has not changed until now. The only The difference is that, in order to avoid power struggles among the powerhouses of the fifth energy level, the chairman of the parliament will not be the strongest person, but a member of the royal blood tribe recognized by the powerful people.

Canaan Moore currently has two powerhouses of the fifth energy level, the chosen ones of the 'Green Leaf Tribe' and the 'Guoyu Tribe'. These two powerhouses hold the root of the world tree capital ' and the 'crown', while the 'tree body' is managed by the parliament - the chairman of the parliament is the person in charge of coordinating the two powerhouses of the fifth energy level, and is also the apparent supreme ruler of the Canaan Moore Federation.

How much effort did it take to get to this point? Yafoda couldn't remember for a long time. He only knew that he finally came to this position, but there was still a long way to go from his desired destination.

The speaker of the council... haha, how respectable does that sound? For ordinary elves, any member of parliament is a big figure they must look up to, and the speaker is simply the venerable of venerables, and even calling him by his name would seem abrupt.

But for the king blood elves, just the title of speaker cannot be fully respected by them.

Just like now.

"Uncle."

As the communication crystal board lights up, Yafoda connects to the conversation, and he hears a soft voice: "Why do you want to do this?"

"Anfa. I didn't expect that the first greeting from my nephew, who I haven't seen for a long time, turned out to be a questioning."

Yafda nodded thoughtfully, and he said softly, "What are you talking about?"

"The Siren."

Anfa's voice asked calmly: "Uncle, no one can bear the risk of the Siren sinking. The Aoba family can't accept it, the Guoyu family can't accept it... the Yinmen family is the same."

"Others may think that it is a rather thrilling coincidence that the spies of the Three Kingdoms respectively attracted three different groups of monsters and destroyed the three power engines of the Siren, but we all know that, Their information all came from and could only come from within the Canaan Moor House.”

"Without your approval, how dare they act so rampantly? This is not a coincidence, this is an attack that was tacitly approved."

"Yeah."

Yavda was noncommittal, and the stern middle-aged elf showed a little smile: "So you are here to accuse me——I put the distinguished guest of the Jindeng family, the genius alchemist of the empire, in danger .Do you want to ask me about this matter?"

"It's just an inducement. I did promise Yin En that the trip would go smoothly. But in fact, it was mainly because it was too dangerous." Anfa emphasized: "We want to know a reason. There are so many diplomats from other countries and big businessmen with important influence, it is definitely not an existence that can be tested at will.”

"It turns out that the Siren is not in danger."

Yafuda looked sideways at the crystal plate: "Just two hours ago, the First Fleet of the Eternal Silence Ocean had arrived around the Siren Fleet and repaired the Siren. Not only that, but also Thanks to the honored guest of your Yandeng family and your friend Zhenlong, even the joint attack of the three big monster groups failed to break through the Siren's defense line."

"I have to say, you are really good at seeing people. Anfa, as the chosen one, you are very likely to take over my position in the future, and even become the successor of 'Root' or 'Crown'. Your ability is exactly what you need most. Your talent is much better than mine, and you are much luckier.”

"I would like to thank the speaker for his attention here." Anfa did not slow down his words for such praise: "But this cannot..."

"Is by default."

Yafda interrupted Anfa: "Anfa Reander, you are too young."

"True dragons are naturally strong, and you are a half-elf and half-dragon existence, and you are also born strong, so you don't need to start learning politics very early like us, and the tribe will not be too early. Let you participate in the internal struggle of the Great Council, but let you grow up and master the power in your blood."

"Silver gate, exhausted lamp, green leaves, fertile soil, rattan corridor...the five ministries of the maintenance party jointly signed a contract. You know what this means."

Behind the communication crystal board, the silence lasted for half a minute.

"...Master Gravey belongs to them?" After a long time, Anfa came with a strong and unbelievable voice: "However, the Feiye family is obviously a branch of the Qingye family...he can't It is the 'pillar party', no matter how you say it, it should be our 'maintaining party'!"

"Glavie Feiye does not belong to any family. He only loves elves, otherwise he would not have been arranged as an undercover agent back then, taking advantage of the political turmoil of the death of the black tyrant to break into the empire."

Yavda tapped his finger on the table and made a regular 'dee' sound: "But his research results will not be good for us. He learned vital technology in the empire, and perhaps brought some A vital key—but his route is wrong, so the more important the more dangerous."

"Of course, he doesn't have to die... If your alchemist friend didn't intervene, Master Gravey would have to show some of his true skills to deal with this 'accident'. In this way, We can also see clearly what hole cards he holds in his hand, so that we can deal with it next."

"It's just a pity, Yin En Yinfeng... It's unbelievable that he has already reached the alchemy level of a master at such a young age. It's a blessing, isn't it? But his existence did ruin our plan, leaving us still ignorant of Master Gravey's cards."

Shaking his head with some regret, Speaker Yafoda said: "This is the reason. For a more specific answer, you can go to your mother to find out. It is her negligence that she did not tell you. She should not protect you It's so good."

"...My nephew will leave for the time being."

Anfa's communication hangs up, Yafoda stares at the communication crystal board in front of him, then shakes his head slightly: "I really envy the friendship of young people. I don't know how many points Anfa will deduct from me this time. I hope it will not be deducted. Negative numbers are fine."

Put away the crystal plate, the chairman raised his head and looked out the window: "Glavie Feiye... It would be nice if you came back sooner or later. It's a pity that fate does not allow you to have a chance in this life." A chance to show your talents, otherwise, you will be born in the main family, Qingye's family, instead of Feiye's collateral."

"However... fate also allowed you to survive this time. This may prove that you still have value."

Outside the window, under the dark high sky, there are bright lights, endless lights flickering for years, like the Milky Way on the ground, forming a circle after circle.

Here is a very high and wide place, a place covered by eternal trees, and the topmost floor of the central [main area] of the world tree capital.

The man's eyes are projected from here to the very far end of the sea, in the silent and turbulent Eternal Ocean.

And there, among the endless waves, on a big ship, there is also an old man staring at the other side, staring at the destined hometown of all elves.

A whole fleet of fine floating wood surrounded this huge diplomatic ship and escorted it to the final destination, Heiliu Port in the southeast of Banyue Lake.

"...Fate allows me to return to my hometown alive, which means that I do have a mission that I must fulfill."

Beside the side of the big ship, Master Gravey whispered to himself. He said to himself calmly, or he said to the young white people beside him: "This is my last chance. I will not give up no matter what."

"Yin En, do you believe that there is a trajectory that can determine your fate?"

—You ask the Prophet this kind of question? If I really want to believe in fate, what future will I change?

Yin Enxu glanced at the side Theoretically, or in other words, 'destined' will be made into a dragon soul bait by the Institute of the Intellect, but in fact, the dragon girl who is still eating chocolate cakes can't help but scream Haha: "I think a sublime person should choose his own future well. It's a bit embarrassing to believe in fate, master."

"You are still young."

Of course, Master Gravey didn’t know Yin En’s slander. He didn’t care about the young man’s words, and shook his head old-fashionedly: “When you really reach my age, you will understand that some things are doomed from the beginning. I This is true of his life, and so is the future of Canaan Moore.”

"As long as Canaan Moore maintains such a situation where the two parties are opposed to each other, the elves cannot have a future. This is the reincarnation of fate."

"Speak of this, Master."

When Yin En heard this, he couldn't help being curious: "What's going on with Canaan Moore? There's not much news about the kingdom of elves in the empire. I'm not very clear about the political power of Canaan Moore. composition."

"Don't you know? You are so knowledgeable..."

Raising his brows, Master Gravey looked at Yin En strangely, but quickly relieved: "That's right, a smart person like you has too much to learn, and he certainly won't read the complete history and history of other countries." All kinds of unofficial historical records, the most is to look at the "Brief History of Terra" compiled by the people in the capital of knowledge..."

"Okay." After thinking for a while, the old man nodded slightly: "Then I will explain to you the difference between the two major political parties in Canaan Moore, the 'Maintenance Party' and the 'Pillar Party'."

"However, all of this begins hundreds of years ago when a group of Canaanite Moorish elf mercenaries followed Zhu Xinghan and captured the Heavenly King's Tent..."