"You are right, it is difficult to change people's minds. I used to be an idealist.
I tried to do something to make everyone live a better life, but I failed." Alves said with a trace of sadness on his face, regretfully.
"How did it fail?" Renn asked subconsciously. He didn't know what the other party was referring to specifically.
Renn didn't notice anything unusual about "Sidi", but instinctively felt that he was a little strange and felt an inexplicable intimacy with him.
As a hybrid of human and demon, Alvis is very concealable. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to expose himself, it will be difficult for everyone to detect that he is a demon.
Unlike other pure-blooded demons, even if they have legal identities, it is easy for human extraordinary people to feel something is wrong when they face them face to face.
"Because others think my ideals are childish and ridiculous." Alves smiled bitterly.
Because of his human mother's education, he tried hard to integrate into human society, but people would not accept a mixed race.
He finally had to switch to the dark camp. It was the late Fourth Age at that time, and the "Hundred Years of Holy War" had ended. The demons were defeated by humans and lost their dominance in the world.
Decades later, when he was 75 years old, he was promoted to the Dark Lord and became a high-ranking member of the demon clan.
At a General Conference of Solomon held not long after, he submitted a bill suggesting easing relations with humans and establishing a "tacit" way of coexistence.
This way of coexistence is naturally not a simple peaceful coexistence, and he is not that naive.
But he still failed and was ridiculed mercilessly. The demons at that time all clamored to defeat the cunning humans and regain the glory of the Holy Blood Nobility, but no one could listen to his words.
The demons called him a coward, a coward, and a traitor!
If Alves hadn't already reached the Grand Duke level and was very powerful, I'm afraid someone would have troubled him afterwards.
Renn shrugged: "It's too tiring to be an idealist. You are not the King of Heaven and I can't make everyone recognize you, even if your dream is as great as world peace!
Unless you have superb means, amazing strength and wisdom, and objective conditions permit, coupled with hard work, you may be able to realize your great ideal."
"Yes, I failed. Times have changed. In the past, demons were superior, oppressing and exploiting humans. Now humans have become the overlords, and it is the upper class that oppresses the lower class.
Renn, do you think the world has become a better place after so many years?" Alves asked quietly.
"Ha ha!"
Renne suddenly held up his belly with one hand and laughed. After a while, he stopped. He looked at Alves who looked confused and said: "Whether the world has become better or not is none of my business! I don't care.
? It’s better if I don’t let this world change me!”
For something like this to go against the will of heaven, God must give his face and allow it.
Taking a sip of fragrant white wine, Ren laughed at himself: "I once stayed in a place (Giant World) for more than three years, and the people there were in a very bad situation.
I fought desperately, but couldn't do anything significant to turn things around. I was so incompetent that I raged, killed and vented my anger, and finally left sadly!
I realized that I don’t have the ability to make everyone live a happy life. Now, I just want to take care of myself.”
Before Ren left, he entered the coordinates and learned many things. The ancestor Ymir showed him many possibilities in the future.
If he had not left, he would have killed many people, but Parady Island was still not rescued, and people outside the island still regarded the Eldians as demons.
He does not have the ability to eliminate the hatred and prejudice of the world, and he cannot find a solution to the problem. He will only use violence.
The world is very complicated, and neither his wisdom nor his means are on the stage, and he does not have the power of a god to suppress and intimidate the whole world.
After coming to this world, he has been reflecting on what he lacks. In addition to his lack of strength, he realizes his biggest weakness - he has read too few books and his cultural level is too low!
knowledge is power!
He traveled through time when he was 14 years old, and he learned how to fight and kill, but he still didn't know how to solve problems or deal with complex situations!
So this time he began to plan for his future and no longer drifted aimlessly.
"So, what are you going to do next?" Alves asked with a smile.
"The world is so big, I want to see it." Ren said casually.
Alves stood up after hearing this, turned around and left. He inadvertently reminded: "Be careful, the current chaos is just superficial. Anyone who thinks he can be a trend-setter will definitely drown!"
Ren's body trembled and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He felt keenly that these words meant something.
He was not in the mood to stay any longer and ran home quickly. The original plan needed to be modified. Someone was planning something!
In fact, neither demons nor humans have started to take action yet!
At night, in the Jordan City of the Nokman Empire, in the back garden of the palace, two people were playing chess in the pavilion.
One of them was wearing a cyan shirt and black trousers. He picked up a "Warlock" chess piece and took a step forward: "Your Majesty, Charles VI asked us for help. Is it true that we didn't show any expression at all?"
The emperor of the Nokman Empire, Fitz Greene Feuerbach, touched his beard and smiled heartily: "I'm just pretending to be pitiful. A ghoul is engaged in gluttony and trying to be promoted to the Grand Duke.
Although there is the support of the ethnic group and restless guys like Milo adding fuel to the flames, Faloran is not unable to handle it. After all, more than a hundred years ago, it was known as the Iron-Blooded Kingdom!
Besides, in the sky, Farolan still has a ruthless character who is still alive. If you go fishing, you may catch a shark!"
Sky Sword Master Edgar Rotmuller was a plain-looking man, and he frowned when he heard this: "Is that rumor true?"
A trace of complicated emotions flashed in His Majesty the Emperor's eyes: "Do you really think that a person like Charles IV could die so easily?
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Sky Sword Master Edgar smiled slightly: "Really? He was quietly promoted to the Holy Realm? When?"
"90 years ago, shortly after abdicating the throne, if he had not wasted so much time and energy on dealing with government affairs, he would have entered the Holy Gate long ago. He faked his death just to give face to the church." Emperor Fitz said lightly.
Edgar's expression was slightly excited, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were pressed together like swords: "It seems to be very strong. He is a good player worth fighting!"
The emperor shook his head: "Ten years ago, you injured Gonzalez, which made the people of the Light Church very dissatisfied. Richard wrote a letter to scold me."
The Sky Sword Master of the Nokman Empire, he has royal blood, and his strength is still higher than Gonzales. After all, Gonzales is only 91 years old, which is very young among the saints.
Richard Clark is the former leader of the Knights Templar of the Church of Light. He is now 261 years old. As a saint, he can live for more than two hundred years. Now he has just given up his position in advance to
Just juniors.
Edgar snorted lightly and said disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter if Richard is unhappy. He was just defeated. He dared to tease my sister back then. I didn't cut off his third leg. I was already giving face to the old pope."
"
His Majesty the Emperor rubbed his brows, feeling a headache, and changed the subject: "Xiaoyue has been running away for more than half a month, don't you care?"
Kesha's teacher is the Sword Master of the Sky, and she received his strict training for ten years. It was not until four years ago that Kesha reached the fourth level and triggered the Holy Gate that she was considered a master.
Edgar's expression was a bit strange, half-smiling but not smiling: "I have nothing to teach her anymore. After all, her path is not the way of swordsmanship, and she will not learn my way of defeating all methods with one sword.
Besides, you are her father, aren't you the one who should discipline her?"
His expression was very stiff, His Majesty's eyelids were trembling, and his tone was full of helplessness: "You don't think I can really be her father, do you? I hope she won't beat me to death in the future."
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Edgar gloated: "As a princess of a country, how can you run around and live with a young man? How bad is it for this to spread? No one will care about it?"
His Majesty the Emperor stretched out his hand to touch his forehead and sighed: "The problem seems to be with Catherine, leaving Kesha with no choice. In other words, Helen is the guardian, so doesn't she have any reaction?"
Edgar stretched out his hand and knocked on the chessboard, and said softly: "She went to let Trina calm down some time ago, and she seemed to have no intention of paying attention to this matter."
His Majesty the Emperor picked up a glass of Crimson Moon and took a sip: "I dare not take care of it anyway. I wish that young man good luck.
He may not know how great he is, and I hope he won't be beaten to death in the future."