My Weakest Little Brother Has Become A Demon King After Being Sealed For 1000 Years

2022-08-12

Chapter 213 Reasons for Peace

“To sum up, you should now understand why I Say, no race is more hobby and peaceful than the elves, right?”

“No, you’re more confusing to me… If you say it, the elves will even eat them If the flesh and blood of the same race is regarded as a traditional custom as it should be by rights, how can such a savage and uncivilized race be a peaceful race?”

On the way to Holy Tree City, listening to After William finished telling the origin of the “cannibalism” custom of the forest elves, Nezmaar asked even more puzzled.

In any case, “cannibalism” is a more vicious and blasphemous act than “killing.” No matter what the reasons are, a race that can adopt such viciousness as a custom should have nothing to do with peace.

But the presiding judge suddenly laughed out loud, he immediately waved his hand and said:

“Don’t mind, I just suddenly thought of a joke.”

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“Jokes?”

Nezmaar asked curiously.

“Ah…you must have never heard of this joke. I have to think about how to adapt it in a form that you can understand…”

The presiding judge pondered. After a while, he knocked on his forehead with his index finger and said:

“Right, that’s it… During the Holy War at the end of the Golden Age, a religious scholar from the Kos Empire came to Ravenwood, He chatted with a local forest druid about the war going on on the continent. When the druid heard that in just two months, tens of thousands of people had been killed because of the war on the Boiling Plain, he Surprised to ask, with so many corpses left, can you eat them all? The imperial scholar hearing this snort disdainfully replied that we are civilized people and do not eat people. And the druid was even more surprised after hearing this ——Then why don’t you eat people and kill so many people, you are so savage.”

After finishing speaking, the presiding judge, each minding their own business, laughed out loud, and Nezmaar was not sure about himself. Should laugh with him.

Wait until William’s laughter stopped, Nezmaar said carefully:

“I seem to understand a little, Lord Judge, you mean, this custom of the forest elves. Instead, let them be wary…”

“Yes, as long as there is war, there will inevitably be corpses – whether those corpses are the enemy’s or their own, the forest elves must give them to them after the war. Deal with it. Therefore, as long as the war breaks out in Ravenwood, the forest elves have to face the dilemma that there are too many corpses to eat before they are completely decomposed. Until it is a last resort, the forest elves will never let themselves roll up. Therefore, in history, the forest elves rarely have wars.”

Because they can’t finish eating the corpses and don’t want wars, how can this be?

Nezmaar couldn’t describe the shock to his world view when he heard this logic.

…………

Time goes back to the present, at this moment Nezmaar is frowned looking at the center of the Canopy Sanctuary, where the “Sacrament ceremony” is being held.

According to the Lord Judge, because of this extreme funeral culture, compared with humans or other races, forest elves have more respect for life and a better understanding of death. profound.

Although it sounds reasonable, as a person living in a “civilized world”, after seeing such a bloody and cruel scene, she still finds it difficult to accept because of its biological meaning.

Of course, after all, Nezmaar, who is the former church sacred relic recycler and the current Holy Spirit Kane designated god, has long been used to seeing all kinds of killings, so he will not show any lost self-control because of this. Behavior.

It’s hard to tell if it’s just the other people on the side.

“What were they eating… ugh…”

Nezmaar turned his head at the noise behind him.

The accompanying girl was sitting on her knees on the ground at this moment, spitting up stomach water, and the turban that had been around her head was undone and thrown aside.

When the forest elf with a wolf head tattoo on his face saw this, he immediately one-knee kneels beside the girl. Nezmaar noticed that the other party was blocking the vision of the clergy in the temple, intentionally or not. .

The forest elf man patted the girl’s back and said to her in a voice almost whispering:

“Elise, hurry up and wrap your turban after you vomit, you are like this. It’s so conspicuous…”

The voice was quiet, but Nezmaar heard it.

The interior of the temple was originally very quiet except for the prayers of the priests and the gnawing of the “Sacrament Ceremony”. The quiet solemnity was broken, and many people turned their attention to them.

“Don’t vomit, just close your eyes and don’t let them see…”

Nezmaar next to him heard the subtle whisper of the forest elf again.

The girl gritted her teeth nodded, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the filth from the corner of her mouth, then closed her eyes and picked up the turban around her, and started wrapping it around her head again.

Nezmaar noticed that although the opponent’s hands were shaking all the time, the movements were smooth and smooth, as if closing her eyes did not affect her vision at all.

“Why would they just eat it…”

After getting up, the girl asked in a trembling voice.

“Don’t talk…”

The forest elf with a wolf head tattoo on his face whispered, then he raised his head and looked towards Nezmaar who looked at them with a concerned expression , said with a bitter smile:

“My friend came to Ravenwood for the first time, not quite clear about the funeral customs here… It’s inevitable that I can’t accept it. To be honest, as a forest elf, I’m not very good at it. Acceptable, I also signed the previous referendum on the abolition of the ‘Sacrament Ceremony’ proposed by the reformers.”

Nezmaar nominated without saying a word.

The reason she didn’t say anything was because she didn’t know how to answer. Except for the information about the local seal temple in Emerald Province, her knowledge of the forest elves today was not as good as the one from a thousand years ago. presiding judge.

As for nodded, that’s because she thinks what the forest elf said is very reasonable – this funeral custom should indeed be abolished.

Seeing that Nezmaar didn’t reply, the forest elf named Quill Wolfyan continued:

“Is this really the first time you come to Holy Tree City? There are very few humans. Still so calm after seeing the ‘Sacrament ceremony’ for the first time.”

Nezmaar didn’t answer his question, but directly asked his own concerns:

“Do you know what the Avatar of the Dryads just asked us to come to this temple for?”

Previously, the presiding judge ordered Nezmaar to wait for him to come back safely, and stability means that He was careful not to cause unnecessary trouble and disrupt the Presiding Judge’s delicate and far-reaching layout.

But right now, Nezmaar seems to be smelling something troublesome.

“Probably wanted to repatriate illegal immigrant.”

A forest elf named Quill replied.

Then, staring straight into Nezmaar’s eyes, he continued:

“Since your guides are not with you, maybe when the time comes they will treat you as illegal immigrant.”

Quiere said, observing the change in the expression on the woman’s face.

But unfortunately, there was no change in the expression on the other party’s face.

As if the other party had absolutely no idea what “illegal immigrant” and “guide” were.

Originally, Quill planned to use this to cause the other party to panic, and then took the opportunity to ask him to pretend to be the other party’s guide, and then let the “Wild Hunters” mistake the woman in front of him as the wanted “Homer”. Inheritor Elis. This made a big noise to attract the attention of “Wild Hunt”, let the real Elis escape from the encirclement, and organize others to respond.

As a result, the plan that Quill had thought up in half a minute was directly stuck in the first step.

“illegal immigrant is to be marked as a burner, unless it is the Great Sage Yeats, or the level 1 magic caster of the hero Kane to lift the curse, otherwise he will be cursed for the rest of his life. Can’t enter Ravenwood Forest.”

Seeing this, Quill once again reminded the seriousness of the matter.

“What did you say?”

“Do you understand what I mean?”

Looking at the expression on the other party’s face, there was finally a hint of sway, Quill intends to strike while the iron is hot and continue to lead. As a result, the other party interrupted first:

“You put someone like Yeats and Lord Kane side by side for discussion?”

The other party’s tone of seriousness made Quill Somewhat confused.

Is that all she cares about?

It was also when Quill was a little stunned that the prayers sung by the priests in the temple came to an abrupt end.

With a rustling sound, the vines at the other end of the temple automatically crawled open, forming the shape of a door.

An old man dressed in a robe woven from animal skins and feathers, whose skin had turned into bark, and whose hair was covered with branches and leaves, came tremblingly.

That is the forest druid, the oldest priest class in Ravenwood.

A number of Wild Hunts followed behind him.

Nezmaar’s gaze was also drawn to the side.

She didn’t know what the tattooed spirits were called, but based on the spirits culture of the previous trial, she could guess that those people must be spirits. The warrior in charge of “killing”.

Their bony weapons and armor, and the blood-reeking qi they emit are just part of the reason. What’s more important is their slender and sickly bodies – only by maintaining a subtle level of hunger at all times can they be able to quickly dispose of the corpses they left behind in accordance with the custom immediately after the killing.

Seeing those people approaching, Nezmaar glanced at the two behind him without a trace.

I came here with the presiding judge, and there is no channel that could leak information, and so far, they haven’t done anything big.

So this matter is definitely not directed at me.

However, these two commissions lead the way, but they are full of suspiciousness.

But she didn’t intend to meddle in her own business. After all, the presiding judge’s order was there, waiting for him to return safely.

So Nezmaar leaned slightly to the side.

It was also at this time that the man who was in the middle of the temple who was performing “Sacrament ceremony” immediately put down his wife’s flesh and blood when he saw the forest druid walk in, and even Rolling and crawling came to the front of the Druid.

“My lord, my lord… my wife was killed by the imperial ambassador, please do justice to her!”

(end of this chapter)