Chapter 709 Content

"This is a letter of instructions. These dense elven texts are the orders and deployments that you want to convey."

The goblin leader smiled slightly: "You are lucky, and Remy is also lucky. Most of the instructions in these deployments are related to you two."

"Is it related to the two of us?" I was startled: "Are you trying to force me to reveal the location of this place or kidnap Remy to lure you to show up?"

"You are only partly right." She pointed to the first paragraph and read: "Quickly find out the identities and clans of the members of the alien human team, try to gain their trust, and figure out their true intention of settling in Moonlight City. .”

"If their intentions hinder the plan, think of the fastest way to expel them from here. If they refuse to submit, send an assassination team to bury them all in the Elf Forest and turn them into nutrients for our great forest; if their The intention is not contrary to our plan. If you can win over, try to win over. If you can't win over, don't make enemies. Although humans, beasts, elves, and half-elves are all lowly things, they should not be underestimated. Its strength and role.”

"Infernal things." I was a little speechless about this word. How narcissistic does one have to be to say such a thing?

The leader of the goblin clan chuckled: "Don't worry about this. The elves who expelled and killed us called themselves nobles. They even forgot that thousands of years ago, when their ancestors first landed in Moonlight City, they lived a slash-and-burn life like savages. .”

With a flick of her finger, she switched to the next paragraph, and she continued to translate: "I have read what you reported to me before. The little girl named Remi should be the last royal descendant of the fairy clan. Don't touch her, and try to be with her as much as possible. Build a good relationship with her, get close to her, please her, please her, and let her trust you to the greatest extent."

"I regret that I was too excited when massacring the goblin royal family. Except for the old immortal who escaped, no one else was left alive. This humble but very interesting race has always been the plaything I want to acquire. I will be very happy if I can get one more pet like this when the plan is successful in the future.”

"Pet." Damn it, what kind of character is this elf! Why do I feel like this guy is so perverted?

When the goblin leader translated to this point, her fingers couldn't help but tremble. I could feel that her aura burst out in an instant and then subsided at the same time.

The momentum was quite terrifying, not to mention that of Emily.

After a while, she sighed softly, moved her finger to the next paragraph, and continued to translate: "As for my three silly sisters, I allowed them to put pressure on Anastas again, forcing her to become my puppet, and told her clearly She, all this is to recreate the great and noble glory of the elves!"

"My second sister Analita, if she had not been so aggressive in opposing my plan, she would not have ended up like this now. Since she has been taken in by that group of humans, let's treat her as a companion of the humans. Just deal with it, don't do things like assassination for the time being, my poor grandma's old lover is not that easy to deal with."

"As for the third sister Analetta, she is still useful. She plays a very key role in whether we can convince her stubborn master to come to us."

"These tasks are temporarily assigned. You must do it well and be perfect. Don't tarnish the glory of the great elves."

The letter ends here.

The amount of content that follows far exceeds all the previous ones.

What shocked me the most were two things: first, the Elf Queen actually had an older brother; second, this older brother turned out to be the culprit of Princess Analita’s head trauma!

The goblin clan leader turned over the letter and said, "After listening to this, what do you think?"

I put my elbow on the table, supported my chin, and frowned: "There are still such narcissistic guys in the world, who treat other races as humble beings or pets. Does this kind of man have any brains? sick?"

"I don't deny what you said," she chuckled, "I think he was once a cute baby, but ever since he broke the neck of a little bird with his own hands when he was four years old, I thought that this boy, In the future, there will definitely be cholera among the elves, but I didn’t expect that he would take action so early and suddenly.”

"Is the person you are talking about the brother of the Elf Queen? The person who wrote the letter?"

"Who else could be there besides him?" the Elf Clan Leader said calmly: "I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect that he is still alive, and is in the dark, controlling everything in the Elf Clan."

"What's the name of this awesome brother of the Elf Queen?" I asked casually.

"Akahawi" the elf clan leader said: "It means glory in the elf language."

"It's really glorious." I sighed: "Glory has turned into a severe narcissism."

"By the way, Grandma Patriarch, let me ask you something."

"Haha" the goblin clan leader smiled slightly: "When did the title change? Has it become the clan leader's grandma?"

"Hehe" I scratched my head: "Isn't this an honorific for closeness? I express my closeness to you while respecting you, don't you think so~~~"

"Just tell me if you have anything to say." She seemed to be very comfortable with the title of 'Grandma Patriarch', and her attitude was much better than before.

"Ah, the elf princess who came before, yes, it was Analita, do you still remember?" I said: "Her injuries have basically healed, but she still has nightmares, every day, and she only has nightmares. Once, Grandpa Taylor said that this might be a curse and that we need to find the source of the curse. I am here to ask your opinion."

"I see." She nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "It's right to ask me. Your Grandpa Taylor only knows a little bit about curse magic, and he's far less knowledgeable than your patriarch's grandma. I'm not bragging. I don't know much about curse magic." Looking at the research on Zephyr Continent, there really are few people who know more than your grandma, the clan leader."

"Yes, yes." I nodded repeatedly and said flatteringly: "What you are saying is that my Grandpa Taylor is very good at healing, but when it comes to curses, he is far inferior to the patriarch, grandma, you. So, let me just say, Grandpa Taylor back then That’s just blindness. Originally, you and I were supposed to be a perfect match, but he interfered with it. Hey, no wonder he’s still a single old virgin. It’s probably because of this that he regrets it now.”

"Furthermore, Grandma Patriarch, think about it, how old is Grandpa Taylor? He still drinks alcohol every day. This may not be just a matter of habit. It may be regret for the lost youth. Most of it is the same as It has something to do with not being able to tie the knot with you!”

"Do you think so, Grandma the Patriarch?"

"Eh? Grandma the Patriarch? Grandma the Patriarch! Why is your face red? Don't you have a fever?!"