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"Yes, of course, I know that the saintess's approval is required."

Lucifer smiled and said, "I'm seventy percent sure Her Majesty the Saint will agree."

"If you can persuade the Holy Maiden, then the Antoya Trading Company will naturally have no problem."

Loran nodded and said, "But the matter of the Elf Forest should naturally be decided by the Elf Queen."

"That's natural."

Lucifer nodded, then looked at Estia: "Then, let's go, Miss Estia."

Estia gave her a cold look, said nothing more, and instead reached out and used the authority temporarily lent to her by the Elf Queen to open the portal.

Lestinger blinked, still not quite understanding what had happened. Lucifer sighed, "Just go in, don't worry about anything, I'll handle it."

"Oh oh oh, I see."

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"So, this is why you came here?"

The Elf Queen looked at Lucifer and Lestinger: "Trade with the Elves and the Humans?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lucifer bowed slightly: "Since that great war, the Demon Realm is in dire need of reconstruction in all its areas. While the Demon Realm is rich in minerals, food is scarce, so trade is the best solution."

"But you know, since that great war, the reputation of the demon race within the Elven race has been very bad."

"Of course I know."

Lucifer's expression remained calm: "That's something we need to resolve."

"Hehe... Rachel."

The Elf Queen summoned a maid: "Take our guests to rest."

"As for your requests, I will give you an answer after discussing them with the elders."

"what?"

Lestinger was somewhat dissatisfied. If you agree, you agree; if you disagree, you disagree. Why do you need to discuss it? Does a dignified eighth-tier elven queen need to discuss things with a few seventh-tier elders?

Lucifer stopped her, nodded in understanding, and walked out.

Why are you holding my hand?

"Politics is not like that in the royal court in all places."

Lucifer explained, "You can think of it as when the Demon King was still around; back then, whatever he wanted to do, he would have to discuss it with us."

"Isn't that because we are equals?"

"...Then you're only at the seventh rank, while the Demon King is at the eighth rank."

"That's right."

"Then tell me, why should an eighth-order Demon King listen to your opinion?"

"Um, because he's a nice person?"

"...Fine, you're right."

"Hmph, now you know I'm smart, right?"

Lucifer felt a long-lost urge to punch someone.

Chapter 176 Presbyterian Church

After Lucifer and Lestinger left, the Elf Queen tapped her scepter, and then six figures slowly appeared.

"Your Majesty, what is the purpose of summoning us here?"

An old elf, dressed in a green robe and with a white beard that trailed on the ground, said, then he saw Loran: "Lord Lorian, it's been a long time. We are truly sorry that we were unable to attend today's welcome banquet."

"Your Excellency Mr. Sieweng, you flatter me."

Loran nodded slightly.

Sion, one of the elven elders, a seventh-tier saint, an old elf who has lived for nine hundred years—though that's the claim, Sion isn't skilled in combat; he's a scholar-type saint. Moreover, he is now actually in his eighties.

But counterintuitively, he was actually younger than the Elf Queen.

The Elf Queen looked to be no more than twenty or thirty years old, a veritable "young mother".

It seems like something extraordinary has infiltrated.

In short, although she looks incredibly young, the Elf Queen is actually a thousand years old. However, because of the authority of the ancient Elf Tree, her vitality remains strong, and she should be able to live for at least another one or two hundred years without any problem.

"Hehehe...Speaking of which, I received a letter from Your Highness some time ago. It seems you were teaching at Saint Casta?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Schiele."

"Then, Lord Lorian, have you heard that Saint Casta has a teacher named 'Sis'?"

"Oh, yes, there are. What's wrong?"

Loran thought of the elven teacher who looked young, but she was actually over a thousand years old.

"Actually, she is my older sister."

Oh, sister, the elves are truly wondrous. Siss, who looks to be only in her thirties, is actually the sister of this seemingly elderly elven elder...

Wait, that’s not right!

Lorraine suddenly realized something was amiss.

Teacher Xisi's strength is not great, even weaker than his, at most only at the sixth level. How could she have lived for over a thousand years? Even if she lived for over a thousand years, she should be very old by now!

Not everyone is an eighth-tier Elf Queen with the authority of the Elf Ancient Tree.

Seeing that Lorian's expression suddenly turned strange, Sion laughed: "I guess Lord Lorian is considering something that we didn't notice before."

Lorraine frowned.

Wait a minute, why have I never noticed this before? What's going on?

"This involves something that happened four hundred years ago."

The Elf Queen suddenly spoke up: "If Lord Lorian is curious, he can ask Sis himself."

"I see."

"By the way, if you can, could you please pass on a message to her for me?"

The Elf Queen shook her head: "Tell her to remember to come back and visit."

Loran suddenly realized that since Siss was an elf who had lived for over a thousand years, it meant that she was likely about the same age as the Elf Queen, or even from the same generation.

But the Elf Queen clearly had no intention of going into details here. She turned and said, "I have summoned you all here today because there is an important matter that needs to be discussed."

Then, the Elf Queen stated Lucifer's conditions and asked, "What do you all think?"

The six members of the elders immediately launched into a heated discussion.

An old elf with a fiery temper, one of the three saints among the elders and the strongest in combat, became agitated: "I strongly object! Those demon bastards want to trade with our elves? Bullshit! Let them go eat shit!"

"Rufis, calm down."

A composed-looking elf spoke. He was the last saint among the elders, and although not the strongest in combat, he wasn't much weaker than Rufus. He sighed, "In fact, I think this matter is worth agreeing to..."

"Bullshit! Noros, you go eat shit too!"

"No, listen to me first!"

"What's there to say! The demons have never been kind!"

"Alright, alright, you two are both over eight hundred years old, yet you act like children. What kind of behavior is this?"

Sion also advised, "In fact, I personally agree with Noros's idea."

"Huh? Brother Xi, have you lost your mind too?"

Rufis angrily questioned them, while the other three elven elders, all seven hundred years old, were relatively young and weaker than Rufis, yet each was in charge of two elven cities, effectively serving as administrators. After careful consideration, they agreed with Sion's idea. Seeing that no one else agreed with him, Rufis could only sit down and sulk.

In fact, Rufus was the biggest radical in the Elder Council, while Nolos was a conservative. Of the remaining four, Sion was neutral, and two of the other three were also radicals. Even so, this time they did not choose to support Rufus, but instead chose to support Sion and Nolos.

"Estia".

The Elf Queen was silent for a moment, then called her daughter's name: "Do you think we should agree?"

"...In fact, Mother, I do not agree with you agreeing to this."

After careful consideration, Estia said this.

Lufis immediately beamed with joy: "That's right! Look at what the princess is thinking! That's more like it! Those demon bastards are so treacherous and cunning!"

Unfortunately, nobody paid any attention to him.

The Elf Queen remained noncommittal, instead turning to Loran: "Lord Lorian, and what about you?"

"...I think it's okay to agree."

Loran stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then gave his answer. Estia frowned, while the Elf Queen nodded approvingly.

"why?"

Estia was completely baffled: "The demons are not to be trusted, especially that Lucifer! If we really agree, it will give the demons a chance to recuperate. In a hundred or two hundred years, the demons, having recovered to their peak, might launch another attack!"

The Elf Queen remained silent, but Loran shook his head: "One or two hundred years, Estia, that's a very long time."

"But!"

"For elves, a hundred or two hundred years is not a long time."

Loran interrupted her, saying with a hint of helplessness, "But for humanity, it's two or three generations. Two or three generations of peace is perfectly acceptable."

Even after the Munich Conference, a self-satisfied Chamberlain only dared to say that he had brought back a generation of peace.

Of course, we all know that, in fact, there hasn't even been a year of peace, let alone a generation.

Of course, Loran could easily understand Estia's thoughts—elves are long-lived species after all, and a hundred or two hundred years is just a period of time for them.

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"Hmph! Easier said than done!"

Rufis snorted coldly, extremely dissatisfied with Loran's statement: "What can one or two hundred years of peace do! That may be true for you humans, but we elves don't need it!"

That's true; a hundred or two hundred years isn't a very long time for elves.

"Besides, in a hundred or two hundred years, all of us old bones will be dead. If the demons attack again, who can hold them off?"

Upon hearing this, even Noros and Sion, who had previously been supportive, frowned.

"Whether those three brats can break through to the seventh rank in the next one or two hundred years is still unknown, and whether the new generation can fill the gap is also unknown. Why should we gamble? If you ask me, we should curb the development of the demon race!"

Rufis's words did make some sense, and even the three sixth-level city lords hesitated when they saw it this way.

“What Senior Rufis said makes a lot of sense.”

A blue-haired elf sighed: "His considerations are not without merit."

"I never expected the water sprite, who has always supported peace, to say something like that, Fimora, are you serious?"

Another white-haired elf stroked his chin, pondering.

"Yes, Huck."

"That's what the blue-haired elf, Fimora, said." Hark frowned and looked at the other middle-aged elf with blue hair: "Diros, what do you think?"

"I obey the Queen's decision."

Clearly, this elf named Dilos was also somewhat conflicted.

"Ugh, this is so annoying, I still think I should say yes."

Hack scratched his head in frustration: "You don't know the value of money until you're in charge of the household. The demons' mineral resources are exactly what we need."

"I never expected that Hack, who has always called himself a radical, would say such a thing."

Fimora laughed as she spoke, while Hark sighed, "Although we can get it by fighting back, it will cost a lot, a lot of money..."

Rufis scoffed, "Why worry about such a small amount of money! Once we've defeated the demons, we'll have everything we need!"

The idea comes from the old-school radicals: use war to sustain war, and the dilemma will be resolved.

Noros, one of the three saints, pondered for a moment and said, "Rufis, I think your idea is still too radical."