Chapter 1781: Side Story: Estelle: There Is No More Protection Bell in the World (5)
Chapter 1781: Side Story: Estelle: There Is No More Protection Bell in the World (5)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In order to change and completely eliminate the hatred between the two races, the first thing Donor and Estelle did after taking control of the Divine
Punishment Great World was to join forces to establish the Ministry of Education and develop textbooks. Be it the Night Elves or the Light Elves, they all received a uniform education.
After the elven children born after the Battle of Destruction learned from new textbooks, most of them could get along peacefully with the other party’s race. Every winter and summer break, they would even take an aeroplane to travel to the other party’s world.
More and more elves found their most tacit combat partners and formed Back Spirit Contracts. Many of them also developed a friendship that surpassed that of comrades. Some even became a couple and got married. Gradually, the two races got along more and more harmoniously.
Everything was developing in a positive direction.
In the Light World, the Light Elves built a Holy City that was exactly the same as the Light City. In order to commemorate the hometown they used to live in, they still named this city the Holy City of Light. The only difference was that in the square of the Holy City, not only was there the statue of the Elven King, Moldo, but there was also the statue of the Divine Master Donor.
Similarly, the Night Elves had also built a new prosperous capital city in the Night World. Unlike the elegant and solemn European-style architectural style of the Light City, the capital city of the Night Elves had a mysterious gothic-style architectural.
The Light Elves revolved around the sun, while the Night Elves followed the moon.
The capital city of the Night Elves was called Dark Night City. Dark Night City also had a wide square built. In the middle of the square, there was a towering elven statue.
It was a man in a black battle suit. The elf wings on his back were completely spread out, and their length exceeded that of the entire square, almost covering half the sky. The man had a cold appearance and sharp features, and he held a crescent sickle.
Every time night fell, the moon would face the black scythe from afar.
This was the statue of the Elven King of the Night Elves, Estelle.
Every day, a large number of elves came here to visit the statue of the Night Elf
King, Estelle, and listened to the square manager tell the life story of the Night Elf King. The square manager was an old man in his eighties. He wore a plain shirt and sat behind a work table as he recounted the same story every day.
Although it was the same old story, listeners came from all over the world. Therefore, every time he told Estelle’s inspiring life story, the old man was very serious.
After work, the old man packed his things and walked towards his apartment building on the east side of the square with his walking stick.
The Divine Punishment Great World was vast and sparsely populated. The elves loved nature and preferred to live in forests. They loved to live in forests and nature more. Therefore, in the entire Night Elve Clan, there was only the capital city, the Night City. The villagers who lived in the Soran Village back then had already spread out. Only the old man, who was the square manager, lived in the city.
The old man was old, so every step was slow and strenuous. He walked for a long time before returning to his house.
The old village chief wasn’t used to the Al locks that young people liked to use, so he still used the oldest lock key. He was old, so his eyesight wasn’t good anymore. He tried a few times but couldn’t insert the key into the lock. At this moment, a powerful hand reached out, snatched his key away, and easily inserted the key into the lock.
“Thank you.” As the old village chief spoke, he turned to look at the young man beside him.
When he saw that the person’s appearance was exactly the same as that of the statue in the square, the old village chief’s legs trembled and he wanted to kneel down. “Estelle…” He suddenly covered his mouth and hurriedly changed his address respectfully. “King!”
Estelle held the old village chief’s arms and stopped him from kneeling. Then, he lowered his head and stared into the old man’s turbid eyes as he said in a low voice, “Village Chief, it’s me.”
With tears in his eyes, the old village chief held Estelle’s arm tightly.
Estelle had become the king of the Night Elves, but he was still the same youth from Soran Village.
The old village chief invited Estelle into the house. His apartment building was very small, so when the tall Estelle sat on the double sofa in the living room of the apartment, the room appeared even more crowded and narrow.
The old village chief brought over the ghee tea that he treasured and told Estelle, “King, ever since you led the Night Elves to rise up again, our lives have been getting better and better. In the past, we couldn’t afford to drink such good tea..”