Chapter 1101: Chapter 151 Believing in Fate is a Bit Embarrassing (6000, double monthly tickets requested!)_4
Anfa ended the call. Yafada gazed at the communicator in front of him and shook his head slightly: "I really envy the friendship of young people. I wonder how many points Anfa will deduct from me this time. Hopefully, not enough to go into the negative."
Putting the crystal plate away, the Speaker looked up toward the window: "Glarvie Fieye... it would be better if you returned a little earlier or a little later. Unfortunately, fate doesnât allow you to have the opportunity to showcase your talents in this lifetime. Otherwise, it would have let you be born into The Qingye Main Family rather than the Feye collateral branch."
"However... fate has allowed you to survive this time. Perhaps it proves that you still have your value."
Outside the window, beneath the dark sky, was a spectacle of brilliant lights, endless lights twinkling year-round, resembling a Milky Way on the ground, forming circle after circle of rings.
Here, itâs an exceedingly high and expansive place, an everlasting canopy of greenery, the topmost layer of the central trunk area of World Tree City.
The manâs gaze projected far across the sea to the other side of the distant Yongji Ocean, which was quiet yet surging with hidden currents.
And over there, amid the endless waves, on a large ship, there was also an elderly man gazing beyond, looking towards the homeland destined for all elves.
An entire fleet of The Elven Living Wood Fleet encircled this colossal diplomatic ship, cutting through waves and protecting it on its swift journey to its final destination, Blackstream Port southeast of Half Moon Lake.
"...fate letting me come back to my homeland alive means I indeed have a mission to fulfill."
Beside the shipâs railing, Master Glarvie murmured softly, calmly speaking to the young White Folks beside him: "This is my last chance. No matter what, I wonât give up."
"Ian, do you believe there is a trajectory that can predetermine your entire lifeâs fate?"
âAre you asking the Prophet such a question? If I truly believed in fate, why would I want to change the future?
Ian glanced at the Dragonfolk girl beside him who, theoretically or perhaps âdestined,â would become Dragon Soul bait for the Spirit Wisdom Institute, but was now devouring chocolate cake instead. He couldnât help but chuckled: "I think Sublimators should choose their future well. Believing in fate is a bit embarrassing, Master."
"Youâre still young."
Master Glarvie, of course, didnât know Ianâs inner sarcasm. He was completely unconcerned with the young manâs words, shaking his head with an air of age and emotion: "When you truly reach my age, youâll understand that some things are predetermined from the very beginning. My entire life is like this, and so is the future of Canaan Moore."
"As long as Canaan Moore maintains this two-party confrontation and internal strife, elves can never have a future. This is the cycle of fate."
"Speaking of this, Master."
Ian, hearing this, couldnât help but let curiosity rise in his heart: "Whatâs really going on with Canaan Moore? There isnât much news about the elvesâ domain from The Empireâs side. Iâm not very clear on Canaan Mooreâs political powers."
"You donât know? Even though youâre so knowledgeable..."
Raising his eyebrows, Master Glarvie looked at Ian somewhat peculiarly but quickly understood: "Of course, a smart person like you has too much to learn and surely wonât read any full history coverage or various unfounded historical records from other countries, at most just skimming through the âBrief History of Terraâ compiled by those folks from the City of Knowledge..."
"Alright." After thinking for a while, the old man nodded slightly: "Then let me explain to you the differences between the two major political factions in Canaan Moore: âThe Sustenance Partyâ and âThe Pillar Partyâ."
"But all of this actually starts from hundreds of years ago, when a group of Canaan Moore Elves mercenaries followed Chasing-Star Khan to capture the Azure Sky Royal Camp..."