Chapter 1838: Chapter 1838
Chapter 1838: Chapter 603: Trap? Opportunity?
Rommel sat respectfully on a fragrant wooden chair made of sandalwood, his well-tailored lake-green silk robe complementing his handsome features, exuding an air of elegant nobility.
With a ribbon of swirling silver-white soul flame above his head, Rommel tasted the tea, both sour and sweet, while scrutinizing the lovely owner of Feilengcui, Ning Yu, without blinking.
To put it in cliché terms, the wheels of history roll forward, and people age with each passing day. Yet Rommel has never comprehended one thing: why is it that everyone started from scratch to conquer the world, yet he, despite his intelligence, ends up in a worsening plight, while the Feilengcui Lord Richard, a brute, crude and violent, has such beautiful wives and formidable power.
Recently, he had been deeply researching the battle history of Feilengcui and the Beamon’s ritual traditions. That foolish overlord seemed always to master the right time and place before making any moves, and his ability to react in battle was also excellent.
This is not surprising because every ritual gains knowledge through “Wisdom Enlightenment.”
A single “Wisdom Enlightenment” encompasses the accumulated knowledge of thousands of years and hundreds of generations of civilization. What ritualist would be a rough brute, a ruffian, or a fool?
However, these advantages could not be the main reason for the Feilengcui Lord’s thriving success. He was not the only Beamon ritualist to receive “Wisdom Enlightenment,” so why could others not achieve his level?
His success was beyond any comprehension, and his meteoric rise had no precedent throughout the ages!
Each time Rommel thought of this matter, his pride made him feel as if a stone wall was built in his chest, stifling him.
“This is a top-grade goldfinch tea from the Demon World. Initially, it might taste a bit unfamiliar, but with a little aftertaste, you can experience an indescribable delightful aroma from that sourness.” Seeing the “cousin” frowning while sipping tea, Ning Yu felt a bit apologetic: “Mr. Rommel, if you really can’t get used to it, how about I get you a new cup of tea?” Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⚑fire.net
“No need to change it. I didn’t come to Feilengcui specifically for the tea.” Rommel’s fiery-red fox tail gently swept across the clean floor. He looked up and asked casually with a half-smile: “I’ve been waiting for quite some time now, why haven’t Richard and Helen returned yet? Where have they gone? I’m waiting to offer them some great advice. They’ll regret missing it!”
“They went to Sabak’s royal city to attend a court meeting and have been gone for a while. I think they should be back soon.” Ning Yu replied flawlessly, though her heart was full of doubts.
The Lucian Elves just served a battle notice to Feilengcui, with five days remaining until the ultimatum. At this moment, Rommel suddenly visiting and claiming to have significant advice for Richard seemed too abrupt—especially since this “cousin” held no love for the Beamon Kingdom.
What exactly is he planning? Ning Yu’s first instinct was that this cousin surely didn’t have good intentions.
“Since Richard has important matters to attend to, I won’t wait for him. Actually, this proposal will have the same effect whether I tell Madam or the Elder.” Rommel sat idly for a moment, noticing it was getting late, nodded at Ning Yu and the still snoozing Elder Andulan: “Madam Ning Yu, Elder Andulan, this time when our Lucian city sends troops to Feilengcui, everyone should probably already understand the specific reasons…”
“Reasons? Isn’t it because our Feilengcui seized the Underground World, taking your Lucian’s fallen elves’ granary and slave base?” Elder Andulan, who had been snoring, suddenly opened his bleary eyes, twin green lights gleaming: “However, General Rommel, I still have one doubt: the world does not belong to one person. Throughout history, generals and ministers were not born into power; capable men should be self-reliant, and the deserving shall reign. Such simple truths shouldn’t be beyond your understanding, wise as you are, along with all the top leaders of Lucian, right? Since your strength is no match for ours, why persistently cling to the Underground World? Besides, didn’t we support you with ‘lotus tea’ as food? Anyone with clear eyes should see our Feilengcui’s pursuit of peace, right?”
“I strongly condemn war!” Rommel appeared all compassionate, shaking his fist vigorously: “But I must admit, this world is as dark as you describe, Elder. In this world, the one with the bigger fist rules… but…”
Here, a fierce glare suddenly flashed across Mulan’s bloodshot pupils.
“… does your statement also imply that once the strength of our Lucian Elves surpasses Feilengcui, taking over the Underground World by force would also be justified?” Rommel leaned slightly forward, his gaze filled with aggression, and asked word by word.
“No problem, if the neighbors have the heart, we at Feilengcui will certainly accompany it.” Elder Andulan nodded with a smile.
“Please forgive my ignorance, Mr. Rommel, what gives you Lucian Elves such confidence that you believe your military strength can surpass Feilengcui?” Ning Yu, despite her humility, couldn’t help but find it amusing upon hearing Rommel’s words: “According to the information accumulated daily by my husband, nowadays, Blood Elves and Night Elves have already abandoned their race’s proud archery. Although both fallen elf factions can master magic quickly and spread it widely, it is an undeniable fact that its power is low. Do you think these minor advantages are enough to surpass our Feilengcui? Or do you believe that the warriors of the fallen elves can possess greater combat power than our Bimon warriors?”