"Do you need something?" Blour got down from his horse-drawn carriage in front of the elven embassy, and was surprised to find that Sally was waiting for him nearby.
"Yes," Sally replied with a cold expression.
Blour helped Anna down from the carriage with a smile as he said," Anna, go in with Grandpa Yngwie. Someone will help you wash up and change you into some new clothes."
Yngwie took a glance at Sally before walking into the embassy.
"Alright." Anna nodded before curtseying at Sally. She looked up at the grand embassy building before making her way inside behind Yngwie.
Blour turned to Sally, and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Sally looked at the smiling Blour, and discovered that her former image of him had completely crumbled. In the past, she had thought that he was the epitome of a vain and lazy rich boy. However, the courage he showed in the face of Olef and his urgency when searching for the base couldn't have been feigned.
He truly did want to help the elves that were suffering on the Norland Continent.
Sally was silent for a moment before asking, "Did you know that this was going to happen beforehand?"
"Would you believe me if I told that I knew about all this when I was just 10 years old?" Blour wore a guilt-ridden expression as he said, "When I was a young boy learning how to ride a horse, I had a lame elven servant who looked after my horse. He was a middle-aged elf of few words with a slave brand emblazoned on his face. At the time, I took joy in ridiculing and pranking him. I would whip him over the most trivial mistakes or force him to race me on foot while I was horseback... I didn't think that I was doing anything wrong or inappropriate at the time. Everyone from the major families was doing the same thing."
"What happened after that?" Sally asked.
"After that, he had his good leg broken over a small mistake, and was thrown out of the estate. It was pouring down with rain that day, and I was coming back home after playing with some friends. I caught sight of him sobbing in despair in the heavy rain, and I was frightened. I was suddenly struck with a sense of guilt, and asked him why he was crying.
"He looked at me for a long time, and his tears suddenly subsided as he told me his story. He told me that he had survived the war among species, and that even though he was only an ordinary elven warrior, he had slain demons and orcs that had invaded the Wind Forest. Following the conclusion of the war, he chose to leave the Wind Forest to wander the continent. However, he was captured by demons and orcs 20 years ago, and one of his legs was broken in the process. He then became a slave to the Baibilly Family, suffering horrendous abuse at the hands of my family members. He told me that the same tragedy had befallen most other elven slaves. After finishing his story, he picked up a long sharp rock and thrust it into his own heart." Blour's voice was very calm, but his tightly clenched fists betrayed the true extent of his emotional turmoil. He looked at Sally, and said, "Do you know what his final words to me were?"
Sally pursed her lips in silence.
"He told me that freedom is the soul of an elf. Without freedom, an elf will die and the elven race will fall." A wry smile appeared on Blour's face.
The two of them looked at each other in silence, basking in the cold moonlight.
After an extended silence, Sally asked, "What's your plan?"
"I want to return freedom to our elven brethren. Not only do I want to protect the elves wandering the Norland Continent, I also want to save the elves being oppressed in the Wind Forest and the elves who have lost their souls under the rule of the major families. Only then will the elves truly be saved." Blour's expression became quite animated as he took a step forward. At the same time, he lowered his voice slightly, and continued, "Also, if I'm not mistaken, the princess has also been trying to do the same thing in the past few years. Back when she was roaming the continent, she had slaughtered the hunting parties until they almost ceased to exist. She holds an extremely revered position in the hearts of all of the elves outside the Wind Forest. However, the first thing she did after her three-year-long self-inflicted seclusion was to kill Schubert and convince the queen to abolish slavery. If she wants to completely abolish a system that has existed in the elven race for the past few decades, she's inevitably going to face strong backlash from the major families. It would be difficult to weather that storm on her own.
"Hence, the plan I propose is to gather the wandering elves to create a powerful force. At the same time, I want to gain as much power as possible among the major families as well as the entire elven race. When the princess truly lays the cards on the table, we can act as her main supportive force in opposing anyone who dares to stand in her way. We can save the entire elven race!" Blour's breathing was accelerating, and a hint of fanaticism appeared in his eyes.
Sally's eyes also lit up upon hearing that. As someone who had been selected as a princess candidate by Helena, she had her own judgment and insight on Blour's plan. The events that she had just witnessed had completely turned her world upside down, thereby making her approve of Blour's vision.
"I can fake an interest in you so you can receive more attention and power in the Baibilly Family, but your two brothers are already preparing to inherit the family. If you want to overtake them in that race, it'll be a very difficult endeavor, especially when you're planning on remaining in Chaos City for a long time." Sally contemplated the situation momentarily before continuing, "Also, the princess was able to draw reverence from the wandering elves as she's very powerful, and doesn't have to worry about any doubts or criticism directed at her from those in the Wind Forest, but if we want to obtain more power within those families and the elven race, then we have to at least pretend to side with them.
"My two half-brothers are both idiots. If I wanted to compete with them, they would have no chance at all. You only have to give the nod, and I assure you that I'll be able to win them over in half a year." Blour shook his head nonchalantly, but a concerned expression then appeared on his face as he continued, "But you're right. We can only set things into motion from behind the scenes; we can't lead from the front. We need to find someone who is powerful enough and can receive the same level of adoration from our elven brethren as the princess once did..."
The two of them both fell silent for a moment before their eyes lit up, and they yelled the answer in unison.
"Little Amy!"
"Amy!"
A white light flashed, and Mag entered the familiar kitchen. At this moment, there was a long metal bench positioned in the very center of the kitchen, upon which was strapped a black cow that was close to five meters in length. It caught sight of Mag with its large eyes, and suddenly began to struggle violently. The metal bench began to tremor as a result, and it appeared that the cow would be able to break free at any moment. "Holy f*ck! Did you really need to bring in an Ironhide Bull just for some kebabs?!" Mag immediately stepped back with a fearful expression.