After a night of silence, when Luther woke up in the morning, Zongma, who was supposed to be sleeping on a branch nearby, was nowhere to be seen, leaving only the stinging jellyfish not far away.
Luther, who was preparing breakfast, saw not far away, a large number of grass and insect elves gathered around the stinging jellyfish.
The elves stood next to each other, completely surrounding the stinging jellyfish.
The grass-type elves sent their water-storing parts towards the stinging jellyfish, while the insect-type elves mostly opened their mouths wide or extended their mouthparts.
They seemed to be welcoming something.
After waiting for a while, the stinging jellyfish vigorously spit water columns into the sky, and the falling water mist enveloped the surrounding area.
Bathed in the mist, the elf jumped happily, greedily enjoying this cool moment.
It lasted for almost five minutes, and the long and continuous release of skills made the stinging jellyfish very tired, so that the grass and insect elves immediately handed over the food they had prepared after the end.
The stinging jellyfish refused to take it and shook its head vigorously.
Maybe Zongma had reminded him before, or maybe the stinging jellyfish itself thought so.
Luther watched the wet elves return to their own lairs. Only a few elves were left looking after the stinging jellyfish lying on the ground, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"I think I still have some honey left when I go out. I'll put some more on the fruit that I'll give to the stinging jellyfish later."
Luther gave the order and continued to work.
Zongma went to check whether the leaders who had returned to their respective houses yesterday had settled down.
After returning, he informed Luther that all the leaders not only strictly abided by their agreements with them, but also taught some elves who wanted to sneak into the town and were not part of their own team.
"Senior Luther's intimidating power cannot be underestimated."
Luther handed the bread in his hand to Zongma and slowly shook his head.
"It's not that my deterrent power should not be underestimated, but that the alliance's deterrent power should not be underestimated."
"Imagine that the land of Sinnoh is still full of nobles, and each territory has its own faction. It's a mess."
"In this case, let alone disaster relief, even self-rescue may be difficult."
Zongma was silent for a while and nodded.
In fact, this catastrophe did not cause much damage to human beings, but in ancient times, this would have been a major event that could destabilize the entire region.
The alliance's excellent dispatching and disaster relief capabilities make even wild elves willing to take a break and wait for goodwill from the human camp.
This is the progress brought about by the changing of times, and it is also the experience gradually discovered by humans and elves in their long coexistence.
"I heard a statement before that might offend you a little."
Luther's words made Zongma raise his eyebrows, and he stretched out his hand to signal Luther to say whatever he wanted.
"I once heard a friend who works in the alliance say that some people who understand the language of elves innately will identify themselves as elves instead of humans, and they will tend to deal with things on the elves' side."
Luther held his chin and asked casually: "Is it really common?"
Without hesitation, Zongma replied decisively: "Your friend is right."
"Many people who are good at the language of elves are naturally more likely to side with the elves than with the humans."
"Some self-identify themselves as another type of unique existence beyond humans. They are neither elves nor humans, but the spokespersons of elves in human society."
Luther complained: "It's so arrogant."
"Unfortunately, this is how people think. Innate abilities are a gift from this world, a reward from this land, and a blessing from God."
"Every modification is a gift of mythology and also emphasizes the uniqueness."
Luther asked curiously: "What about you?"
Zongma paused and replied seriously: "For as long as I can remember, I can hear elves whispering in my ears."
"The first elf I communicated with was my old Tutu dog. He always loved to use his tail to scribble on the walls of my yard. Sometimes it was art that I could understand, and sometimes it was to me.
It’s too early to tell.”
"One day, he passed away. Everyone in my family was very sad, but I didn't shed a single tear."
"Because I cried as early as a week ago. Tutu told me that he was going to die and he could feel it."
"I hope I don't tell other people in the family. I don't want my dad to make unnecessary attempts."
"Then, I responded to him using words that Tutu Dog could understand."
"Don't go."
"I shouted it out."
"This is my first time communicating with elves. I don't know why I could say this, and I still don't understand it."
"There are not many trainers in my family who can trace their origins online. They are all ordinary people. I am the only one who is so special."
There were no adventures, and there were no messy decorations that gave it a sacred or mysterious quality. Zongma just woke up.
"What's Tutu Dog's reaction?"
Zongma said: "He was shocked, but he told me it was a talent, just like painting."
"Some Tutu dogs can't draw any good works. Even if they are used for courtship, no elves will look at them."
"But some Tutu dogs can gain the love of countless elves with just a few strokes."
"Tutu Dog said that I am a special child and I will definitely find a good girl in the future. I will not be like him, who can't find anyone he likes while painting all his life."
Luther and Zongma smiled knowingly.
Zongma pointed at Luther and said with a smile: "Look at it, I knew that senior Luther would laugh. You also think he is a weird guy, right?"
"He was so naughty. Even before his death, he was still teaching me how to find cute girls, hook up with them, and start a family."
"Until the second before he died, he was still reminding me not to learn to paint. He concluded that I didn't have the talent and painting would be a dead end."
"I was only six years old that year!"
Zongma's smile disappeared, his cheeks twitched slightly, and he sighed sadly.
"Maybe it's because of him. Since I was a child, I have felt that I am a human being, and I have never thought about what kind of messy spokesperson I am."
"Or maybe you just think about the elves and don't care about your own position as a human being."
"In my opinion, destiny has given me the ability to communicate with elves, not to act as a spokesperson to show off my superiority."
"Throughout the ages, many wars between humans and elves have arisen from the inability to communicate, making small conflicts irreconcilable."
Zongma said seriously: "This is a responsibility, a responsibility for people and elves to communicate more conveniently and eliminate misunderstandings."
After Zongma said this, he looked at Luther and asked: "Senior, is this a test for me when you ask me this?"
"I wonder if my answer will let senior know my decision."
"There may have been such twisted people in the Sinnoh Alliance, but they were all excluded from the team. Now in our team of only a dozen people, everyone has such a sense of responsibility."
Luther interrupted Zongma and explained helplessly: "I misunderstood. I just want to know how people like you think about things between humans and elves."
"Because I thought of a person who, like you, has such a talent, but he himself is very distressed. It seems that he has not grasped the scale yet."
"He wants to be a spokesperson and scold humans from the standpoint of elves?"
Luther shook his head.
"No, my friend said that now he regards himself as an elf, and his human attributes are becoming thinner."
The conclusion given by Docto when he finally met n made Luther a little melancholy.
Is this the chain reaction caused by Xiaozhi not going to Hezhu?
I hope n, who is kind-hearted, can find the answer he wants and not go on an extreme path.