Chapter 708 Conspiracy

"You said I understand Elvish?" The leader of the goblin clan snorted, showing a disdainful sneer: "It's not just me, everyone here understands Elvish."

"Oh?" I pretended not to notice her sarcastic expression: "So, the elves in the past were still very generous. They would spare no effort to teach all the elves even the writing that was limited to the royal family."

"Young people should be honest and don't try to trick the elderly." The goblin leader saw my intention at a glance: "What I want to tell you, even if you don't trick me, I will tell you. What I don't want to say, Even if you are tricked, I won’t reveal a single word to you, do you understand?”

My intention was exposed on the spot, so I could only nod my head honestly.

The elf clan leader took a sip of tea and said, "Do you really want to know why I am so disdainful when it comes to elf literature?"

I nodded: "I think so."

"Elven script is not a script that belongs to elves in the first place."

"Ah?" I was confused by the words of the elf clan leader: "Elven script is not the script of elves, so why is it called elf script?"

"Because they are a group of thieves who like to take good things for themselves. They make some slight changes and call them original plagiarism."

"Well, although I know that the elves have caused harm to you, I still have to say that what you just said is a bit extreme."

"Extreme?" The Goblin Clan Leader interrupted me, sneered, and said, "If you could understand this period of history, you wouldn't think it's extreme."

"All ears."

"Moonlight City is the kingdom that originally belonged to our goblin clan. We build our home here, understand nature, create art, and create words." The goblin clan leader looked past me and looked behind me. There, there was a bird with a mouth full of fruit juice. The little lolita, Remi.

"Hundreds of years later, a group of humans who looked quite similar to us, but could not fly, landed in Moonlight City in an old boat. They are the ancestors of the elves."

“When our ancestors first met the elves, they felt like they were a group of unexplored savages, wearing clothes sewn from coarse cloth, carrying weapons made of bronze, wearing very crudely polished ornaments, and speaking the common language of the Zephyr Continent. At that time, the common language of the Zephyr Continent was still very simple. It was not as complicated as it is now, and it did not express as many meanings as it does now. Our ancestors took them in and taught them the fairy writing we created. It has to be said that they are better than many drifters. The other humans who came here were much smarter, and within a few years, they mastered our writing and made some appropriate changes, which became the Elvish writing."

"So this is how Elf literature comes from." I thought thoughtfully and nodded: "This is really no different from plagiarism."

"So, the reason why I sneered when you mentioned that they generously taught us Elf literature." The Elf Clan leader spread out the letter paper, spread it on the table, and sneered: "I never expected that our Elf Clan's writing would actually become The special words of the Elf royal family."

"There is no way." I spread my hands and followed her and said, "No matter which race there are, there will always be some shameless guys."

"There are no such people in our fairy clan." She raised her head and stared into my eyes: "We are generous, generous, and selfless, and we teach the knowledge we acquire to the elves who are eager to learn without reservation."

"That's why you are reduced to such a situation." I sighed and said, "You are too kind and selfless. These two points are originally noble virtues, but they are not suitable for survival in the environment of Zephyr Continent. Whether they are humans, orcs, goblins, dwarves, or elves, they have survived to this day precisely because of their hypocrisy and shamelessness, while you, the noble ones, can only live in this place."

The goblin leader frowned. She stared at me seriously for a while, then sighed: "You are right, very right. Remi will definitely not be as innocent, innocent, and flawless as she is next to me when she is by your side."

"Uh, let's not get involved with Remy, okay?"

"Listen to what I have to say." She suddenly raised her voice, startling me, and then she added: "But I believe that Remy by your side will live a better life than Remy by my side. Long."

"Why?"

"Because you are shameless" she smiled: "very shameless."

"Can we still have a good chat?" I said with a displeased look on my face, "Can we do it without any personal attacks?"

"No, this is not mocking you, nor is it insulting you. I am complimenting you." She nodded slightly and said: "As you said, our fairy clan is too simple and kind, which has led to such a situation. If Back then, with a shameless person like you assisting the late king, perhaps we would have already stood at the top of the many races in Zephyr Continent and become their leaders."

"You're flattering me, hehe." I smiled obscenely, "But this is the first time I've heard such compliments from you."

The goblin patriarch opened the letter and read every word on it carefully. The more she read, the more solemn her expression became, and her brows became more and more wrinkled, until they finally turned into a twisted knot.

I guess that the contents of the letter are mostly related to the goblins, and it is likely to be a genocidal conspiracy, just like the horrific acts that forced the goblins to disappear many years ago.

Although I really wanted to ask her what was written in the letter, I gave up the idea when I saw that she was still reading it carefully and her expression became more solemn and gloomy.

Turning her head, in the distance, Remi, whose belly was round after eating, was floating in the air and playing with the goblins of her own age.

The parents of the goblin children were gathering together, watching their children playing with happy faces. They had no idea that at this moment, their leader's hands were trembling slightly, and he looked like he was about to burst into anger.

After a while.

The goblin leader pushed the letter towards me and let out a heavy snort.

"Have you finished reading?" I took the letter, looked at the incomprehensible content, and said, "You seem very angry."

"I'm very angry." The goblin leader's voice was a little suppressed, as if there was a huge rock pressing on it, so dull that it couldn't make much sound.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, "What's written in the letter?"

"I wrote a lot, and it's all very useful information." The goblin leader floated over, stood beside me, pointed at every word on the letter, and explained its pronunciation and content bit by bit.

She explained slowly, carefully and clearly.

Through her explanation, hidden conspiracies unfolded before my eyes.