Chapter 535 Special

28 years, this is a relatively accurate number.

However, this is not a good number. According to the previous estimates of Lin En and Yuri, according to some rules, the next outbreak of a full-scale war on the continent may occur in this period, but the next time it may be Albion and Gao En, or the Double En Alliance against the Roman Kingdom.

This is not impossible.

From a cultural perspective, Gao En and Albion are very similar. They are influenced by the legacy of the elf civilization, while the country on the frozen land is more influenced by the former ocean civilization. The two are naturally in conflict.

This conflict is accumulated over time.

Maybe today I think you are barbaric, tomorrow I call you a sissy, the day after tomorrow I think your customs are disgusting, and the day after tomorrow I think you don’t respect your beliefs. This kind of natural conflict, plus belonging to different countries, you can imagine how strong the confrontation is.

At this moment, Lin En still has admiration for these elves in his heart.

Avalon should be the only refuge left by the elves here, and it is also the last wonder that has not been demolished. It can be said to represent the last trace of the elves' watch. When it collapsed, it completely announced that the civilization that had sailed away could not even leave a blessing for the newly born civilization, and all this would happen silently, just like the sarcophagus in Chernobyl.

Of course, for Lin En, as a member of human civilization, after witnessing all this, he has the obligation to leave some records for this civilization full of light and kindness for future generations to admire.

If possible, Lin En even wants to make a documentary and record everything he has seen with film. Unfortunately, he does not have such tools at hand, so he can only record it with his own memory.

Although it is still time, and he dare not boast, but Mr. Xiao still wants to say something.

If in a certain future, both civilizations continue, then they will eventually meet under the starry sky. I believe that if such a thing happens, it must be an exceptionally beautiful sight. Lin En just thought about it, and felt as if he had drunk a large glass of wine, and the whole person had a drunken posture.

No. 2 saw Lin En lowering his head to think, and there were no new questions. She focused all her attention on the communication between philosophers. Obviously, for Lin En, who had never expressed his opinion as a human individual, and the reward, she needed to consider.

"Vote to decide whether to give Lin En Moriarty the opportunity to take the Holy Sword Trial."

No. 1's light signal overwhelmed the others. In language, this is shouting at the top of one's throat, suppressing the voices of others. Perhaps the collapse is in the countdown, and some of these philosophers' minds have become unstable and are walking into the end of their former companions faster.

The result of this vote is overwhelming.

1 to 18.

Except for one person who agreed to give Lin En the opportunity to take the Holy Sword Trial, everyone else chose not to give it without exception. Obviously, the philosophers did not want Lin En to be curiously stared at by the righteous gods too early, at least before he grew up smoothly.

"No. 2, please explain the reasons for your support."

This is not an anonymous vote. Everyone is responsible for their own vote. This kind of mutual supervision is very normal among elves. It is not difficult to see that this overly powerful civilization and their individuals are somewhat simple. It is not as good as humans, who can come up with all kinds of strategies for a goal.

"It's very simple. I think that letting Lin En get in touch with the information of the Holy Sword, Demigod, and God in advance will help him resist the temptations he will face in his own civilization in the future."

"Can he bear it?"

One of the philosophers said with some worry. Elves rarely care about extraordinary pollution because their stability is naturally stronger than that of humans. As long as they don't break their defense, there will be no great risk of loss of control or pollution. For example, Bai Jinghaiwei, who volunteered to stay and guard Avalon, was overly emotionally out of control and stepped into the dusk earlier.

"I think it's okay."

No. 2 just answered this sentence simply.

But for the old monsters who have lived together in this place for at least two thousand years, what kind of thinking logic each other has, and the meaning of each sentence, are clearly understood. Lies? Lies are based on misunderstanding. When the information between the two parties is almost transparent, lies have no meaning at all.

"No. 2, did you find anything?"

Another philosopher who was more taciturn asked slowly.

"I did find something, but my authority is still below that of No. 1. I can only say that Lynn Moriarty is a special individual."

Sometimes, even if there is a blank void, it cannot withstand the observation of a close-up scholar. It can even be said that just instinct will detect something useful.

No. 1 did not respond to No. 2. After listening to the reasons explained by No. 2, the Phoenix King's mind changed his vote. And the others started another round of fierce debate on this rare situation. The thinking bodies who did not like to use reason and were willing to vote with emotion, after whispering to each other for a while, collectively turned to No. 2's choice.

The reason is very simple.

Nothing makes that thing more important. They have no active thinking, and what is left are fixed models. Since there is an individual who can make a choice that is as close to active thinking as possible, why not satisfy her at this time when Avalon is about to be destroyed?

19 votes, full support, a big reversal.

This exciting moment in the venue is as simple as thinking about a problem in the eyes of these philosophers, and it is not worth cheering at all. Then there was a very ritualistic scene. The brilliance of the philosophers began to reflect each other, flickering rhythmically and slowly, one person led to the next, like an ethereal and distant song rising and falling melodiously. This is a hymn dedicated to those who have passed the trial, and it is also a song for the elves to recognize their friends.

In this song, Lin En's mind seemed to have returned to the era when the world tree still covered the sky and the sun, and the elves playing ancient instruments such as harps, shamisen, and air pipes were welcoming him to go deeper.