Chapter 252 - Problem of Perspective (1/2)

The air in the Elf Forest was indeed fresh and comfortable to breathe.

If the air in the human world could be compared to a brook with a vague scent of fish, the air in the Elf Forest would be the clear and sweet water from a spring.

Standing next to the lake, Roland watched the white-tailed fish swimming casually in the water.

It was really a pleasant environment, but Roland was not in a mood to appreciate it.

Next to him was Schuck and Margret.

Margret was upset, as Ans had bluntly unveiled a fact that she had been intentionally ignoring: though powerful, dragons were not the dominators of the world.

As a result, she felt that the world seemed to be collapsing, because she had been so proud of her ident.i.ty for decades.

Looking at the fish for a while, Roland asked, “What do you think of Ans?”

“A lunatic, but also a politician,” Schuck said gloomily. “To carry out his political aspirations, he asks for outsiders’ help to kill his teacher and his compatriots. He’s a self-contradictory person to me, but it’s not my place to criticize him. After all, he’s an elf, and I’m a human.”

Roland nodded. “We’re just outsiders. Besides, it’s hard to say what’s right and what’s wrong in politics. Most of the time, it’s just a matter of perspective.”

Heaving a soft sigh, Schuck asked, “Do you want to take this quest or not?”

“Of course I do.” Remembering the little body in the bucket, Roland said, “Whatever Ans’s purpose is, it’s a fact that Nature’s Wrath slaughtered the villages and the town. I don’t want to think now. I only want to choose the side of humanity and avenge them.”

The forest was even quieter than before, leaves rustling in the wind.

Looking at Margret gently, Schuck said, “I’m definitely on the side of humanity too, but I think that we need to consider the opinions of other species now and then and try to reach a balance. After all, agree to disagree is the mainstream.”

Roland glanced between Schuck and Margret and realized something. He nodded slightly.

Even best friends would inevitably have subtly different opinions on the same matter.

After another length of silence, Roland asked, “Where’s Betta? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“He’s out, probably looking for wild fruits, ingredients, or seasonings.” Remembering how his cousin ran out enthusiastically, Schuck smiled. “He’s liked making his own food since childhood. He’s certainly going to explore the Elf Forest.”

Roland smiled too.

After all, Betta was only slightly over eighteen and not as sophisticated as they were. He could easily be caught by grief, but he could get rid of it easily too.

As Schuck expected, Betta returned to the stone house from the depths of the forest two hours later with a lot of fallen leaves as well as spiky little fruits.

Schuck patted off the dirt and gra.s.s and asked his cousin, “What have you found?”

“A lot.” Betta took out his findings from his system Backpack. “Look at these fat spiders. This gra.s.s is spicy and can be used as pepper. This gra.s.s can be used as spices. This is a horned rabbit. I don’t know how it tastes.”

Looking at the things that Betta took out, everybody was lost for words. Did he personally try all the gra.s.ses he picked?

Looking at the fat white spiders, Margret subconsciously swallowed.

Roasted locusts were already delicious enough; roasted spiders would definitely be more palatable.

For most humans, the Elf Forest was dangerous. Apart from the large predators in the outskirts, there were also patrolling elves who could hunt trespa.s.sers regardless of their ident.i.ty or race.

But for Betta, this was a treasury full of ingredients and spices that he had never seen before. If possible, he would be willing to stay a couple of years here.

Then, Betta made barbecue on the roof.

Delicious food was indeed one of the best solutions to depression. When everybody chit-chatted over fruit wine and strange barbecue, they felt a lot better. Of course, it did not mean that they completely forgot what they saw. They simply buried it in their hearts.

In the following days, they rested in the stone house. At first, they feared that the patrolling elves would spot them and cause unnecessary trouble.

But during these days, they encountered no elves in the forest except Ans.

Also, Betta pressed further into the forest every day when he looked for ingredients, but he did not run into any patrolling elves either.

That became a question for everybody on the team.

Five days pa.s.sed in the blink of an eye. Ans was finally here. He was rather solemn, his hair slightly messy. “Tomorrow night, my teacher and the leaders.h.i.+p of Nature’s Wrath will have a bonfire at a certain place. They will discuss the plan for Nature’s Wrath in the next two decades.”

The elves had a long life, so all their plans were made according to decade.

A ma.s.sive map was unfolded on the table, and Ans began to observe the stone house.

The magic power in the stone house was gone, but with his extraordinary magic talent, he realized that the stone house was a magic product.