Chapter 158: Strange Events

“Now, the number of the Sun Elf Clan is only more than 5 million. Compared with the hundreds of millions of humans, we can barely protect ourselves, and it is impossible to make progress. However, if you can integrate the Star Elves together, then we can instantly have more than one million people. At that time, at least we can ensure that the Forest of Elves will not be harassed for thousands of years!” Tilis then said: “His Majesty the Elf King asked me to tell you that he is willing to restore the tradition of the Elves from tens of thousands of years ago and rule together with you. That is to say, you can be on equal footing with him, completely unrestricted by him, and still have full authority to lead the Star Elf Clan! We only need the two races to watch over each other, that’s enough! At that time, he is even willing to give the Divine Artifact Moon Wheel to you to wield!”

“Your thinking is too simple, isn’t it?” Old Xie couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “Do you think that just anyone can come out and unify these two power ful fighting races with the identity of the Star Elves Royal Family? Stop joking! Not to mention anything else, just take the Naga clan, their relationship with the Orcs is much better than their relationship with you Elves. Would they so easily abandon their current allies and cooperate with you people who once exterminated their whole clan? Anyway, I’m not as optimistic as you!”

“Hehe!” When Tilis heard this, not only was he not angry, but his eyes lit up, and he said in surprise: “It is really comforting that you have such clear thinking and far-sighted vision. You are indeed worthy of being a member of the Elven Royal Family! However, there is something you don’t know. Actually, after so many years of our unremitting efforts, the hostility of the two tribes of the Star Elves, the Siren and the Naga, has faded a lot. Even many years ago, the Legend Rank Prophet of the Naga, Natasha, once visited the Forest of Elves and was warmly welcomed by His Majesty the Elf King and all of us Sun Elves!”

“Then didn’t His Majesty the Elf King plan to discuss this matter with her?” Old Xie immediately asked curiously.

“Yes, of course it was discussed, but the Legend Rank Prophet at that time, using the impurity of the Star Elves Royal Family’s bloodline as a reason, politely declined His Majesty’s proposal!” Tilis said with regret. However, he immediately perked up and said, “But now, your appearance has solved this problem. Presumably, once your background is announced, it will definitely cause a sensation immediately. By then, I can almost be certain that whether it is the Naga or the Siren, once they confirm your identity, they will definitely express their stance. Even if they don’t completely obey your orders, they will at least show you great respect on the surface.”

“What is the use of superficial respect?” Old Xie said with a disdainful pout.

“Of course it is useful!” Tilis immediately laughed and said, “Don’t forget, our Elves’ greatest advantage is that we have plenty of time. Calculating based on your Elven Royal Family bloodline, you have a lifespan of at least a thousand years. In such a long time, with our help, you can completely use this respect to slowly seize the real power of the two races. Even if you can’t do it, as long as your descendants are still around, we can continue. I don’t believe that with your Elven Royal Family bloodline and our strong support, we won’t be able to regain the orthodox power of the Star Elf Clan after a few thousand years.”

“You really think far ahead!” Old Xie couldn’t help but give a wry smile. “You even calculated things thousands of years from now!”

“Hehe, there is no helping it, who told us we have long lives?” Tilis smiled slightly, then said solemnly, “Your Excellency Stephen, regarding the Elf King’s proposal, I wonder what your intention is?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested!” Old Xie shook his head and said, “Fighting for power and profit is damn tiring work, it’s meaningless at all! Please forgive me for not wanting to participate!”

“Hehe!” Tilis was not angry, he still laughed generously, then said with full confidence, “It doesn’t matter, Your Excellency Stephen. Although you are not interested now, it doesn’t mean you won’t be interested in the future. After all, you are only 16 years old now, and for your long life, this is just a very short time. We have waited for tens of thousands of years, naturally we don’t care about this bit of time. Rest assured, we are not in a hurry, you can totally consider it slowly. If one day, you figure it out and are willing to become the King of the Star Elves, then you can come find us. We will fully support you at any time!”

Old Xie thought about it, since this matter did him no harm, he nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll keep it in mind. If there really is such a possibility in the future, I will remember to find you!”

“Then that’s good!” Tilis immediately raised his glass and said, “I toast you, wishing for this day to come sooner!”

What else could Old Xie say? He could only give a wry smile and clink glasses with him. Afterward, the two put aside serious matters and only talked about romance and pleasant things. Tilis spoke elegantly and humorously, and his 500 years of experience was as deep as the sea, which greatly broadened Old Xie’s horizons. As a result, they drank happily together, and it wasn’t until nightfall that they reluctantly parted ways.

Since it was late, Old Xie was too lazy to run back to the Mage Tower, so he simply returned to the Duke’s Mansion to stay the night. His courtyard had now been changed to a more spacious one, with several front and back sections, enough to accommodate 300 Barbarians.

Although before, the Duke’s Mansion, under the suppression of the Duchess, made things difficult for Old Xie in many ways, but now after all Old Xie had returned as a hero, even the Emperor had to show him respect, let alone the Duchess of the Duke’s Mansion. Under these circumstances, Old Xie’s original residence was too shabby, plus Old Xie had written in advance to explain Sven’s identity, requesting to prepare residence for Sven and his subordinates. So naturally, Old Xie obtained one of the largest courtyards in the Duke’s Mansion. The First Young Master who originally lived here, that is, the Duchess’s biological son, was forced to move out.

On the way here, Sven knew that Old Xie was actually his nephew. He was very satisfied with this nephew, not only liking Old Xie’s strength but also preferring Old Xie’s Barbarian style. In Sven’s view, this nephew who had no aristocratic airs at all was the most pleasing to the eye. In addition, Old Xie was straightforward by nature and generous to his subordinates. Along the way, he let these people eat big fish and meat freely, didn’t forbid them from drinking, and even equipped them with some leather armor and weapons. Although he couldn’t find any good goods temporarily, for this group of Barbarians who had never seen the world, it was already very touching. As a result, these 300 people were subdued by Old Xie’s sugar-coated bullets, almost ready to call him dad!

After Old Xie returned, he found that the Barbarians had consciously set up sentries to guard his bedroom in shifts, which was a habit they had developed on the Barbarian Plateau. In that place full of Magical Beasts, if they didn’t want to become a meal for Magical Beasts in their sleep, they had to take turns standing guard, and the slightest negligence could kill the whole clan.

Old Xie was very satisfied with their cautious spirit, praised them a few words, and then sent the kitchen staff to bring extra food and wine to reward the sentries, only then did he go to his bedroom to rest with peace of mind.

…

Early the next morning, Old Xie practiced according to his habit and sparred with that group of Barbarian subordinates in the courtyard. Without using Battle Qi, he once again beat dozens of strong men to the ground.

After sweating, Old Xie and Sven began to enjoy their rich breakfast together. Now he was an Imperial hero and a great contributor to the family, so his treatment was naturally different. There were double-digit specialized chefs, and the dishes they made were no worse than the Grand Hotel, making Old Xie eat with great joy!

But just as Old Xie was eating heartily, waves of pig-slaughtering-like miserable screams came from the adjacent main courtyard. Old Xie knew that was where Fatty lived, the best and most luxurious place in the entire Duke’s Mansion. Fatty liked quietness, usually servants didn’t even dare to walk fast, for fear of disturbing him, so why was someone screaming like that today?

Filled with curiosity, Old Xie finished his breakfast in two or three bites, then called Sven to go watch the excitement together. After turning a few corners, Old Xie walked into Fatty’s courtyard and saw an extremely bizarre scene at first glance.

He saw a person tied to a large tree in Fatty’s courtyard, exactly the nominal First Young Master of the Duke’s Mansion, that Pretty Boy. And Fatty was standing to the side, swinging a leather whip to whip him severely.

This was absolutely beating him to death. He saw that Pretty Boy was covered in blood marks almost all over his body, especially his face, where crisscrossing blood scars had almost disfigured him. No wonder this guy was screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

Old Xie found this strange. Although this kid was not Fatty’s biological son, and his background had caused Fatty to lose face, he was, after all, the child born to the Emperor’s sister, and his mouth was sweet, usually knowing how to make Fatty happy. If his mother hadn’t framed Little Stephen, his relationship with Fatty would have been quite good. But in any case, as the apparent legitimate son, his status in the family had always been above Old Xie, and he also had a title. Even if Fatty was angry with him, at most he would just scold him, absolutely not to the point of being tied up and beaten to death?

What was going on? Old Xie maliciously thought in his heart, ‘Could it be that this Pretty Boy put a green hat on his father? So that’s why he made Fatty so angry?’