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Chapter 130. Running Away

Half an hour ago, the Glory of the Holy Tree.

"The above is Char's origin."

Char's explanation was no different from what Alaite had said, as if he was introducing someone who had nothing to do with her.

After saying that, he pointed at Saxson.

"Sir, if I'm not mistaken, you are Duke Saxson. I think you can provide some evidence for what I said."

The senate members immediately looked over, and the Duke nodded calmly.

"That's right. There was indeed a man from the church who descended from the sky while riding a dragon that day, and they said they were going to kill a wanted criminal. After the demon disaster broke out, it was also the church's army that took control of Golden Butterfly City and chased after Char everywhere. After that, I left, and I don't know much about Annapula."

"Duke Saxson, why did you leave Golden Butterfly City and your people? As a Lord, isn't it an honor to live and die with your people?" An elf stepped forward angrily.

His words resonated with the other councilmen.

Saxson sighed softly as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes of life.

"Young man, I'll correct you. I didn't abandon them. I took them away from the temporary settlement and settled them in the neighboring city. I can swear that no one loves their people more than I do, and no one loves their homeland more than I do. But why would I do this?"

He laughed at himself and said, "I returned to Golden Butterfly City after I got away from the demons. However, the Sunfire Guards had arrived at that time. I thought I could return to the city, but the city was controlled by the church's army. I did not leave with my people. I was expelled from my hometown by the humans."

His words were undoubtedly like a bomb thrown into the water, immediately setting off a great uproar.

"What? This is the Elven Kingdom!"

"This is too outrageous!"

"How dare the church do this?"

"Of course, they dare."

Char's shout pulled everyone's attention back.

"Everyone, let's go back to the first question. Without the church's help, how could the Morgenlight Chamber of Commerce withdraw 1.5 billion gold coins from seventeen banks at the same time?"

Everyone fell deep in thought.

"What if someone colluded with the bank's staff to frame the church?" Someone retorted.

"Please be clear about one thing." Char said, "Rhe Lightforge Puppet at Mephisto headquarters, which controls the gold coin hub, will only make one mistake. It will not be able to identify the same information that arrived at the same time from the same account. It will treat them as a duplicate and give a unified answer. Are you trying to say that someone has contacted the staff of these seventeen banks behind the scenes to make them make mistakes at the same time? Who could have such great power? Zin'rokh?"

As soon as the name of the Destroyer of Worlds came out, all the elves were terrified and pale.

Char sneered, "How ridiculous, sad, and lamentable. A month ago, Golden Butterfly City was almost occupied by the church's army, and now, there is such a terrible crisis. And you, the successors regarded as the future, are so anxious because of a demon's name that you can't even speak. What future do you have?"

Anger appeared on most of the councilmen's faces, and their fear of Zin'rokh was thrown to the back of their minds by the goading.

Char then continued, "Come to terms with reality, everyone. Instead of fear, you should think about your current situation. If this matter is exposed, it will cause panic. Do you remember the last time Elfheim was in chaos?"

"265 years ago," an elf replied. "There was a demon disaster everywhere. The neighboring races took advantage of the chaos to attack the runestone at the edge of Elfheim."

"That's right, give your history teacher my praise. I don't think I need to explain what happened next, do I?"

The room was silent. The senate members had different expressions, but the tone of sadness was common.

At that time, the United Holy Kingdom invaded Elfheim in the name of assistance.

That was just the beginning.

And then, it was the situation today.

The elves present were not fools and understood what he was implying. However, due to their different positions and political views, their expressions were inevitably different.

Some people recognized the aid of the United Holy Kingdom, and the opening of Elfheim to the outside world had brought many benefits.

However, there was still a small group- A large group, especially the young elves, who were both sad and angry at the current situation. They saw it as an invasion.

"Where is the Queen? Where are the governors? What about the Senate? What are they doing?"

Someone immediately shouted.

"They're at Prince Alaite's residence," someone replied. "They must be discussing this."

"Are you kidding me? What can they discuss? The governors' factions are complicated, and their relationship is even more complicated than the family tree in the Sunfire Court. It's better to count on the wanted criminal to return the money than to count on them to come up with a conclusion!"

"Hold on, Sir. I didn't say that the gold coins were still with Char," Char interrupted. "He might have planned this, but the one who took the gold coins from the banks was God's Chosen Ones from the church."

"You're saying that this wanted criminal of the church is in cahoots with the church? This is ridiculous!"

"Other than colluding, do you have other connections in your head? The church can even win over the governors, and there are supporters of the United Holy Kingdom among you. How can a little half-elf like Char escape?" Char sneered, "Most of these chosen ones performed outstandingly in the Annapula demon-slaying war and have a good reputation in the human world. It's better not to be mistaken about this."

The elves were rendered speechless by the refutation.

At this point, in most people's minds, the church had already taken the blame and could no longer clear its name. On the other hand, Char did not seem to be as important.

But there was still a question brewing.

"Who are you? Why do you know him so well?"

Saxson stepped forward and interrogated him.

"The name isn't important. My code name is 'Player,'" Char said.

"What?"

The people below didn't seem to have heard him clearly. They were still stretching their necks and waiting for him to continue.

-As expected, [cognitive impairment] still exists. They can't understand the word "player."

Char thought for a moment and then quickly gave a name.

"Krieg, you can call me Krieg. As for my identity..."

A shadow dagger appeared in his hand. He slowly waved it twice, and two dark purple veils of mist immediately remained in the air.

"Shadow servant? You're a lackey of the Dark Elf royal family?"

Someone screamed.

They had recognized the shadow servant's signature skill - [Shadow Blade].

When the crowd heard that he was with the Dark Elves, they were both angry and embarrassed.

They were annoyed that the Dark Elves had ventured deep into the Glory of the Holy Tree.

They were embarrassed too. It was the Dark Elves who told them about such a big matter.

It was a subtle state of mind.

"Don't make it sound so bad, friend."

Char snorted. "In my opinion, even though Elfheim is much warmer and more prosperous than Andaheim, there is one far inferior thing. This matter is of great importance, but your Queen can't even dismiss the two governors involved and has to deal with them in the whirlpool of power. If it was the Queen of Andahaim, I'm afraid the next election would have already begun! Your efficiency is like a barbarian's hair, long and smelly, full of lice and bugs."

"What right do you have to say that?"

"Dog of the Dark Elves, leave the Glory of the Holy tree!"

"You Fallen One, leave this place!"

The elf councilmen were instantly enraged. Their eyes burned with anger, and they wished they could jump on the table and skin Char alive.

At this moment, Saxson stood up again.

The Duke took half a step forward, raised his head, and spoke calmly.

"As a member of Elfheim, I thank you for the information. However, this is our business, and the Glory of the Holy Tree does not allow you to act atrociously. On account of the help you've provided, I'll allow you to leave with the kindness of the sunlight elves. Leave Greenland, leave Elfheim, and go back to your dirty, wet, and cold Andahaim."

"Right! Get lost!"

"Leave!"

"Scram!"

Char smiled disdainfully and bowed elegantly.

"Goodbye, you hopeless elves."

With a puff, he turned into smoke and dispersed.

After a moment of silence, everyone's gazes subconsciously gathered on Saxson, expecting him to guide them on their next step.

In such a short period, the Duke's ability and calmness had already won the admiration of many elves.

"His words are appalling, and it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false. We cannot believe him completely." Saxson paused for a moment before he continued, "But one thing is right. The governors involved must be dismissed. We can't give them a chance to clear their name.