After finishing speaking, Jia Silin did not stand up immediately, but still maintained her saluting posture.
He lowered his head and respectfully waited for the other party's permission.
However, the other party did not speak quickly.
Why so silent?
What is he thinking about?
Are you doubting our sincerity?
Thinking of this, I felt a little anxious. Jia Silin really didn't have any extra conspiracy this time. They really wanted to show their loyalty.
He couldn't help but want to speak, but then he suddenly heard a voice.
Dong dong dong...
It's not your own heartbeat, but the sound it makes when you knock wood.
Jia Silin couldn't see the other person's expression, but could only vaguely feel that the other person seemed to be tapping the table with his fingers, making a thumping sound.
What expression would he have?
Playful? Or doubtful?
Jia Silin didn't know, but every sound seemed to hit Jia Silin's heart.
Boom!
"Sit down."
Finally, the voice that made Jia Silin almost collapse stopped, and he heard the still gentle voice of the other party:
"You said you represent the 'Silver Alliance', what is this? I remember I have never heard of this name before."
call……
The mood that I kept mentioning finally relaxed a little. Since the other party is willing to ask questions, it means that there is still room for discussion on this matter.
Jia Silin stood up, sat on a stool, and spoke respectfully:
"It's normal that you haven't heard of it, because our Silver Alliance was established not long ago, and before you arrived, we didn't dare to carry out activities openly."
In fact, even the activities of the Silver Alliance are still carried out in secret and have not come to the stage.
"We are composed of forty-nine noble families below the title of Duke. We have only one purpose, to resist the existing decadent and decadent system."
"Those guys who don't treat civilians as the same human beings should be completely eliminated."
Her emotions became more intense, and Jia Silin forgot her previous fear and looked directly into the prophet's eyes.
"We were still waiting for an opportunity before, but now your arrival is the perfect opportunity."
"Please accept our allegiance and lead us forward!"
Fight against decadence?
When Ning Feng first heard this sentence, he subconsciously wanted to laugh out loud.
He has heard too many high-sounding words, but few of them can really keep their true intentions.
Not even mentioning how many years later you still maintain your true feelings, it is already difficult to do just that.
But when he saw Jia Silin's eyes, he realized that the other party was not joking, but really believed in their slogan.
No matter what the future holds, at this moment, their will is firm and they really want to resist the decadent and decadent so-called aristocratic system.
He really felt angry towards those guys.
but……
Although the emotions are real and the thoughts are real, they are still a little naive.
After Jia Silin finished speaking, Ning Feng did not comment on their ideals, but just asked a question.
Looking at the excited young noble, he asked:
"Although you have sworn to resist them now, if one day your descendants become like them, what should you do when that day comes?"
"Are you still waiting for another group of people to overthrow you?"
This is not alarmist, but something that is very likely to happen.
Ning Feng didn't know whether the dragon slayer would turn into a dragon in the end.
But he knows very well that as long as time lasts long enough, former victims may turn around and become new perpetrators.
"Will not!"
Flatly denying that possibility, Jia Silin looked directly into Ning Feng's eyes.
This time, his will did not waver at all.
"That day will never happen. We will leave these in our inheritance and warn our descendants."
"Having learned from past mistakes, I believe they will not take the same path again."
Naive idea.
But it's not annoying
Smiling and shaking his head, Ning Feng smiled and asked:
"Do you think that the nobles of the original Golden Age wanted their descendants to become what they are today?"
"this……"
Jia Silin wanted to deny it, but finally kept her mouth shut.
Of course he knew, as a nobleman he knew it all too well.
Every nobleman in the Golden Age can be called a role model for nobles. It was a truly desirable era!
But now, what do their descendants look like?
"A long time is enough for all traditions to be worn away, and by then most of what is left will be the rotten dregs after distortion."
Jia Silin lowered her head and thought.
Ning Feng was not in a hurry and waited quietly.
After an unknown amount of time, Jia Silin finally raised her head.
The confusion that still existed in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he seemed to be looking at Ning Feng, but also seemed to be talking to himself:
"If one day we really break our oath, then..."
"Without you taking action, without anyone else, let us be destroyed by our own hands."
"Silver blood will only perish in the hands of silver blood."
Innocent.
idealization.
unrealistic.
For such an oath that is not very credible, you can have as many evaluations as you want.
But do you want to refuse?
Is there any reason to refuse?
Ning Feng stood up with a smile, held the thorn stick, and spoke softly:
"Kneel down."
Kneel down?
Jia Silin only reacted after being stunned for a moment, stood up excitedly, lowered her head and knelt on one knee in front of Ning Feng.
Her eyes shone slightly with golden light, and the thorn cane rested on Jia Silin's shoulder.
laugh.
Sharp thorns pierced the kneeling man's skin, and blood dyed his shoulders red.
Under the gaze of the prophet, the nobles of silver endured their pain.
Until, I heard a voice that seemed to echo in my heart.
"Don't forget the faith of this moment."
"I will always keep an eye on you."
Goo.
Nodding excitedly, Jia Silin answered loudly:
"yes!"
At this point, the contract was condensed.
However, the contract did not fall on the soul of the swearer, but was held in the hands of the prophet.
Rather than being bound by an oath, he wanted to see what people's will would do.
Lifting the cane, the blood stains on it seeped into it without leaving any residue.
Looking at Jia Silin who was still kneeling on the spot, Ning Feng suddenly said:
"Speaking of which, why is it silver?"
ah?
Although she was a little surprised as to why the other party raised such a question at this time, Jia Silin still explained honestly:
"That's right, because today's great nobles claim to be descendants of the Golden Age, and each of them has golden blood flowing in their bodies."
"Although we small and medium-sized nobles are also nobles, we are humbler than them. We are the so-called silver descendants."
"Since we choose to resist, it is to avoid becoming the same people. We disdain their so-called golden bloodline."
"Since they call us Silver, we should be proud of our Silver bloodline!"
He held his head high proudly, proud of his silver.
"Last question, what is your family name?"
"Fela."
Lowering her head to Ning Feng, Jia Silin spoke respectfully:
"Jaslyn Fela, on behalf of the Silver Alliance, hereby pays high respect to the great prophet."