As a true outsider, Garen actually saw the situation more clearly.
And after hearing his analysis, Caesar, who stood at the side, finally suppressed the anger in his heart.
Caesar understood very well that what Garen had said actually made a great deal of sense.
At present, all races were eyeing the human race like hungry predators.
They had even made a move once before.
On the elves’ side, they too were already growing restless.
They were even trying to take the initiative and ignite a war.
Against that kind of background, internal conflict was indeed not a good choice.
After remaining silent for a mont, Caesar slowly raised his head.
He looked in Caelan’s direction and then spoke.
"Little Caelan, what do you think about this matter?"
At that mont, nearly everyone’s gaze focused on Caelan.
Because no matter how much was said, in the end, Caelan’s opinion was the one that mattered most.
Although Caelan was of the younger generation, his identity as the Chosen One alone was enough to make it impossible for anyone to ignore his view.
On the other side, Caelan’s mind was also working at high speed.
As the saying went, each generation’s patch produced its own god.
And those so-called patches were, in truth, simply changes in the version.
Different versions would have different answers.
Different eras would also have different answers.
And in Caelan’s opinion, his [White Swordsman] might very well be the answer of this version.
That was also why he had been chosen as the Chosen One.
No matter how one looked at it, his [White Swordsman] was indeed just a tiny, tiny bit stronger than the [White Swordsman] of ordinary awakeners.
And everything he had gone through during this period had also built up a very deep sense of confidence within him.
So Caelan spoke in a calm tone.
"Whether it’s [Holy], or [Dark Titan], or anything else, I honestly don’t care."
"Even if they obtain their complete inheritances, and even if they join forces to attack , it makes no difference to ."
"To be honest, I simply do not care about those losers."
"Their strength may earn my respect, but respect is all it is."
"After all, they still failed to walk beyond the changing of the version, didn’t they?"
Caelan’s voice was very calm.
It was as though he had rely stated sothing trivial and insignificant.
Yet those calm words caused the entire hall to sink into a strange silence.
At that mont, the Supre Staff suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Hahaha, as expected of the Chosen One of this era. You really are arrogant enough!"
"Caelan, you Chosen One are extrely confident. I think very highly of you!"
Compared to its previous master, the Supre Staff liked Caelan’s temperant much more.
That was only because it had already acknowledged a master now.
Otherwise, the Supre Staff would have wanted to change allegiance and follow Caelan instead.
Evelyn stood at the side and did not show any emotional reaction because of the Supre Staff’s words.
That was because all of her attention was currently focused on Caelan’s face.
That dashing and handso face, paired with that confident smile—
at that mont, Evelyn felt as if her little heart was beating faster and faster.
Good heavens, why was there such a perfect boy in this world?
He was really so handso that she felt she was about to fall for him completely.
Beco enemies with him?
No, she absolutely would not.
A boy this handso had to be soft and sweet!
Evelyn herself did not even know what she was thinking.
A thin layer of blush spread across her beautiful cheeks.
After hearing Caelan’s spirited and imposing words, Caesar imdiately beca excited, his entire face full of exhilaration.
He stood up, strode to Caelan’s side, and then gave his shoulder a heavy pat.
"That’s my boy. I knew it."
"Our Ironclad Legion absolutely has no cowards!"
On the other side, however, rlinster and Garen both had sowhat complicated expressions.
Although their previous concerns had already been completely dispelled, the confidence Caelan displayed still gave rise to a faint trace of wariness in their hearts.
After all, this era belonged to the Chosen One.
Even if [Dark Titan] and [Holy] had once been Chosen Ones themselves, they did not belong to this era.
So in theory, the current Caelan was indeed the strongest one of all.
In that case, were [Dark Titan] and [Holy] truly Caelan’s match?
Of course, neither rlinster nor Garen would treat that question as the current focus.
The urgent matter at hand was still how to deal with the external threats.
So no matter how one looked at it, the basis for cooperation had now already co into being.
rlinster thought for a mont and decided to steer the topic back onto the proper track.
"Speaking of which, although we now know about the matter of the legacy relics, the problem is that for [Dark Titan] and [Holy], we only have one relic at the mont."
"If the remaining seven fall into the hands of foreign races, especially the elves and the titan race, they will probably pose no small threat to us."
When Garen heard that, he fell into brief silence.
In truth, he was actually a little envious of rlinster.
One had to admit that the Supre Staff Legion’s luck really was exceptionally good.
The legacy relic they had obtained just happened to be one related to the magic path.
But according to the records, the physical strength of [Dark Titan] was also not to be underestimated in the slightest.
Unfortunately, the current Stonebrawn Legion had neither inherited an ancient Chosen One’s legacy, nor obtained the Chosen One of this era.
Among the three legions, they had obviously already fallen behind.
At that mont, Garen had already made up his mind.
After returning, he would spare no effort in searching for legacy relics.
The Stonebrawn Legion absolutely could not be left behind.
Compared to Garen’s anxiety, Caesar instead had beco especially clear-minded.
Caelan’s words just now had not only spoken the feelings in his own heart, but had also helped Caesar rediscover the bold spirit of his youth.
What was there to fear?
If it ca down to it, they could just fight it out.
"Little Caelan, and little Evelyn," Caesar said, "the two of you have rather special classes."
"Although you may beco enemies in the future, for now you both still belong to the human camp."
"So if there’s an opportunity, you should interact more with each other."
rlinster clearly approved of Caesar’s way of thinking.
So he also followed up and said, "That’s right."
"This talk about class hostility may not even truly exist."
"But the two of you are both elites of the human race."
"In the future, it would be good for you to communicate more. Going a bit deeper would be fine too."
The mont Evelyn heard those words, she imdiately lowered her head, her face red.
By contrast, the Supre Staff at the side excitedly circled around Caelan.
"All right, all right!"
"Caelan, was it? I also just so happen to want to have a good talk with you, this Chosen One."
"When there’s a chance in the future, shall we chat properly?"
Caelan nodded and agreed.
But when rlinster saw that response, he could not help frowning.
In truth, the Supre Staff still knew much more information.
It was just unwilling to reveal it.
Perhaps... Caelan was actually quite a good breakthrough point?
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