"Yes, no one thought you would come to your current power position. It would be so surprising!"
Benny lowered his eyes and stared at the light water in the clean white tea bowl, reflecting an illusory and fuzzy face, and the memory he once wanted to forget floated to his mind again.
Fate is fair, give everyone the right to choose!
And fate is ruthless. The path it gives is always different. Some people take the right way out and rise to the sky step by step; Some people are lost at the intersection and trapped in the same place.
"Strength is the foundation of everything, and I've been trapped in a great magician all these years. I haven't even seen the dawn of the peak. Maybe this is my original punishment."
Although the blood of the Forest Elves gave Benny a long life, he could still detect the old traces left by time in a hurry.
Looking up at modrian again, his green eyes showed envy. Whether his strength made him feel palpitation, or the long existence of many Knights under his command, it deterred many forces in the north of the kingdom.
"The party at Harriman castle is not so peaceful," Benny said softly, recovering his old smile.
"Is there a conspiracy?" modrian was not surprised. From the time he entered the city of edalas, he felt the hidden tide surging. The attack on the temple of power seemed to open a lock and triggered many chain reactions.
Besides, he was well prepared to come out this time. Bobby and gulagas were his dependence. He could cope with any emergency. Moreover, he did not believe that the Harriman family would ignore the accidents at the banquet, which was related to the pride and glory of the family for hundreds of years.
"I got some news. It seems that many aristocratic forces want to get together in this sweeping storm in order to make greater profits?"
"That's true!" Benny glanced at modrian in surprise, as if surprised by the information he had learned, nodded and continued. "But some nobles want to exclude you."
"Those nobles who are jealous of your territory and status have been deeply afraid." Benny made no secret of his thoughts, and his indifferent laughter also showed obvious ridicule and disdain.
"Your age and your strength are so amazing that many people can't sit still with success."
"Coupled with the development of the Valoran leadership, they are afraid that the birth of another top force will affect their own and family's inherent interests in the northern part of the kingdom."
Modrian shrugged his shoulders, smiled and asked, "so what are they going to do?"
"They want to isolate you in the northern part of the Kingdom, but they are afraid that the power you have has not been decided yet." Benny took the cooled tea and drank it at once. His sudden impoliteness made him feel unspeakable comfort.
The hypocritical aristocratic communication is not only hated by modrian. In fact, over the years, he also hated the current situation and began to miss the good memory of staying in the slydale forest.
"In addition, the noble Party of the Harriman family also attracted many nobles from the royal capital. You should pay attention."
"Although you have good strength now, some forces that have existed for hundreds of thousands of years are not as weak as you can see."
Benny's words are very correct, and modrian understands what he means. Some young nobles are always blind to some famous heroes..
But thinking about his current Valoran collar, modrian was a little more confident and heroic. He slowly breathed out a breath and whispered, "thank Uncle Benny for his doubts. I will remember it."
"Little guy, I can't help you a lot in my current position, and your choice is also very right. Making friends with the Harriman family will make you face a lot less pressure." Benny straightened up slightly, and the light green energy spilled around to form a boundary.
"But the nobility always takes interests as the core. When you can't bring enough interests to him, you should consider your position."
"Well, Dodd's Supper is almost ready. I think your followers want to escape here. Why don't you stay and enjoy it together." Benny smiled at sleepy Bobby.
"OK, please Uncle Benny." modrian stroked Bobby's gray ponytail and nodded slightly.
He had never thought that the visit caused by this interest would talk for so long, but fortunately, he gained a lot and gave him a general understanding of the current situation.
The night snack atmosphere was very harmonious. Modrian and Uncle Benny also talked about some other topics, such as economic development and their understanding of the slidaner forest. Of course, they all tacitly avoided the topic of the Peris family.
The half trace crescent moon hung in the dark night, and the watery moonlight merged into a faint mist and covered the sky over the city of edalas.
"Thank Uncle Benny for his hospitality. If you have a chance, welcome to dig Fort Warburg." modrian stood at the gate of the manor, and Bobby looked around with great air.
"It's my pleasure," Benny agreed gently, with a handsome and gentle face with a smile.
"Then I'll go back first." modrian nodded to housekeeper Dodd and walked away.
The cold moonlight shone on Benny's face, a touch of struggle and hesitation appeared in his green eyes, and his sparse and soft beard trembled slightly.
"I still can't step over the ridge in my heart, once, gone, what I don't want!" whispered softly. Benny looked at modrian's back and climbed up his face.
Finally, the only elf pride in his heart stopped him from saying the words of prayer. He sighed dejectedly: "Dodd, do you think it's good or bad if we pull modrian into that thing?"
The silent atmosphere stagnated the night air. Dodd standing behind him hung his head and showed a touch of sadness on his invisible face. He missed the scenery of his hometown in the slydale forest.
"Lord Benny, in fact, we have never forgotten that memory, but it is almost impossible to rely on ourselves." Dodd slowly described the facts, pale but hopeless.
"Isn't it true that you followed Lord Brooke? Unfortunately, the intervention of the Jeffrey family made things irreversible."
"Now there is hope to reappear in front of us. If we don't grasp it, we will lose it completely..."
"Hope, pray, hesitate!" Benny whispered to himself. His green eyes showed firmness. The time has not come yet, and he will continue to wait.
"We, a group of people abandoned by fate, don't care about anything. What we want is inner stability and the final destination of our soul."