Whether or not I eventually become a public enemy of the whole people, the beasts in the outer forest of the Fairy Forest will become my assistant.

Although in many cases, they will choose to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but since I am recognized as a friend by the Forest King, he will not easily abandon me, even in the face of powerful enemies.

Unless, the king of the forest is dead.

This is the difference between beasts and humans.

Fortunately, I can have friends like the King of the Forest.

The conversation between Akahavi and me was not interrupted by the appearance of the King of the Forest. He still asked me how to plan for the future.

Perhaps in his heart, he has already determined that I will build a nation.

But in fact, I don’t have any idea to build a new country. After all, this is not only something that can be done with money, but also requires someone to have production, creation, and circulation...

In short, if things have not progressed to the point of establishing a nation, I would not choose this path.

But I don’t think telling the truth can win Akahavi’s approval, especially when the idea of ​​‘I want to build a nation’ has pre-emptively occupied his thinking.

Therefore, I only gave an ambiguous answer: "In the future, I want to take Anasta and other fiancee around the world."

Akahavi looked at me deeply, sighed lightly, did not worry about anything, stretched out his finger to his feet: "If you need help, write a letter and bury it here."

"Thank you," I said.

With Akahavi’s back, after immersing in the deep forest, I went to the Forest King’s House, rubbed honey, and ate two dried salted fish. Then I wandered back with a wooden barrel of honey. Family.

With honey as an excuse, everyone thought I was in the Fairy Forest and went to the Forest King’s house to drop by, even Emily was no exception.

Early the next morning, I went to the palace again.

In the back garden, the two queens were still fighting, while I was sitting quietly in the corner watching the battle.

After the morning exercise was over, the two queens sat opposite each other on both sides of the stone table. They were sipping tea and eating breakfast. I also leaned over, picked up a tea cup and a snack, and ate and had no words to talk.

Without talking a few words, I suddenly remembered that until today I haven't received any news that Father Taylor is coming back, and the communication was only the one a few days ago, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Others eat snacks to your mouth, you can pour it and eat it in your nose."

Aside, the laughter and curse of the fairy queen came into my ears, pulling my thoughts back.

After regaining his senses, I found that I was stuffing my nostrils earlier. I was a little embarrassed. I coughed, pretending to be innocent, stuffed the pastry into my mouth and swallowed it in a hurry, then said: "Grandma, you have received grandpa News?"

Upon hearing this, the fairy queen shook her head, then smiled slightly and comforted me: "Don't worry, he will be fine."

Her tone is full of calmness and self-confidence, but I always feel that there always seems to be a trace of anxiety, lingering between her brows.

"Grandma, do you know what?" I asked, "Speak out, one more person knows, one more suggestion for reference."

"In fact, it's nothing, it's just a little trouble," the fairy queen said lightly: "Don't worry, when the old guy was young, he had more troubles. Hasn't he still spent so many years in peace?"

"But this time, there are ancient organizations that want to target me, and they probably already know the relationship between Grandpa and me. I'm afraid Grandpa cannot handle it..."

"Oh, the ancient organization" the fairy queen sneered: "Nearly half of the ancient organizations left over now are just a group of young people who are illogical, without ideals, and clamoring all day long, in order to sway their youth and vent the rebellion accumulated in their hearts. That’s all. Do you think Taylor was a young man who kept himself safe when he was young? No, he was not. In just one year, he provoked nearly 20 ancient organizations back and forth. What was the final result? Didn’t you still live peacefully till now?"

Through the science popularization of the Fairy Queen, I have a deeper understanding of Father Taylor.

I really didn't expect that the old man is more capable of causing trouble than me. No, this metaphor is not appropriate. I did it unconsciously, and the old man did it deliberately.

Don't ask me why I believe that the old man is intentional and I am unconscious. Is the logic not obvious enough? Nearly twenty ancient organizations were provoked in a year. Who would believe it if it was accidental?

Then, the fairy queen gave me another piece of information that gave me more peace of mind, that is, the old man also provoke blood purification when he was young, and was frequently assassinated by them.

However, since the mission to assassinate the old man was promulgated, the number of assassins trained in **** purification gradually decreased, and later, there were even no assassins suitable for the mission.

Until then, they suddenly discovered that they seemed to have provoke something that shouldn't be offended.

Subsequently, the assassination mission that had been issued for several months was quietly cancelled.

This is the first-hand information provided by an informant who was secretly bought by the fairy queen.

"Since Tyler dared to do the **** purification at that time, let alone now, so you don't need to worry about this."

Although this was a word of comfort, I still heard what was said: "Grandma, is Grandpa unable to come back because of the old duke?"

The fairy queen was a little helpless: "So what?"

"How?" Putting down the teacup, I said angrily: "Why is he holding Grandpa? We worked desperately to help fight the disaster. In the end, I became a deserter and Grandpa was held in Dasai City. What kind of world do we? Why should I be bullied?"

"Just because Tyler is still in their hands, and because you are a deserter!"

"I am not a deserter! I was forced by them! Forced by the old duke!"

"I believe you, but will the civilians believe it? Will those adventurers believe it?" The fairy queen's tone is still flat, but every word she says is as sharp as a knife: "Many civilians and most low-level adventurers They are all simple, because they are simple, so they are ignorant, easy to be deceived, and easy to be provoked."

"Previously, I listened to your description of the battle process and analyzed the possible situations. I came to the conclusion that you were indeed calculated by the old duke, but what about it? The old duke occupied half of the city in Dasai. His prestige is even higher than that of the orc king family. Everyone treats him as a noble one. His words are even more effective than the orc king’s imperial decree. He says that you are a deserter, and your deserter’s image will be carved on a slate. Like the words in the text, it is deeply embedded in the hearts of the civilians and the hearts of the low-level adventurers. No matter how you argue, in their eyes, you are just a deserter."

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