Elves are different from other races, overly arrogant, even if they seem defeated now.
It’s just that arrogance has turned into pride.
So asking them to join or actively letting them join is not advisable.
With other races and factions it’s okay, but with elves, managent issues are highly likely to arise later.
If they request to join, things will be much better because the mindset of joining is different.
That is important.
So if we help them this ti, should we seek compensation?
For example, Kana knows that the elves have at least a fragnt of the Stone of Creation.
Should we use this as a form of compensation?
No, it would be a mistake. The primary task is to make these elves want to join the Night Watchers.
If they voluntarily join, knowing so details, the fragnt of the World Stone will naturally be donated.
After all, these elves are true idealists.
"Perhaps there is a way, perhaps there isn’t. But anyway, let’s go and see the situation first. Only by seeing it can we know if there is a way."
Kana stood up and said directly.
Maxim looked at him sowhat incredulously and asked, "Are you willing to help us? Just like that? Why?"
He didn’t quite understand.
This clearly wasn’t a simple matter, and Kana agreed directly without asking for any compensation from them.
This... is too unexpected.
Kana smiled and nodded: "I know your purpose, your ideals.
The Night Watchers are the sa, helping future companions solve problems; I think it’s the right thing to do."
These words sounded selfless and generous.
At this point, Kana directly looked at the other Night Watchers and said, "Let’s prepare for action then. First, organize a small team, led by personally. Go and confirm the situation, only then take specific actions."
Blake asked, "Whom shall we mobilize, Your Highness?"
After all, now many people have duties and tasks, and everyone is rather busy.
"Bring along the Soul Guardians and another Night Patrol team."
Currently, the active Soul Guardians are only the sisters Raelia.
Blake nodded: "I’ll arrange it right away."
At this ti, Bobo raised his hand: "I want to go too; I need to be responsible for the records."
Currently, Bobo is the head of the Great Library, but this departnt is still a rather rough shell.
Others are responsible for the work below, while Bobo’s main task is recording.
She also holds the duties of a Record Officer.
Hearing Bobo’s words, Kana nodded: "That’s fine too."
Maxim and others sat in place, staring dazedly at Kana as he acted resolutely.
Things seed smoother than they expected; they had co prepared for the possibility that Kana might ridicule or even insult them.
If there was even a slight chance, they had considered what price they would pay to get help.
But they never thought it would be so simple, so easy.
The counterpart was so much nobler on the spiritual level than they had imagined.
This disparity left them montarily unsure of how to respond or think.
And after arranging everything, Kana looked at Maxim and the others: "You’ve been traveling all the way, surely you’re tired. Take a rest.
Prepare rooms for them."
Maxim and his group, bewildered, were led by the Night Watchers to the rooms arranged for them.
Not luxurious, but clean and tidy, quite comfortable.
The elves stayed in this small building, looking at each other in the small living room.
An elf girl sitting on a chair murmured, "Did we do wrong last ti?"
"Are we really that arrogant?" Miguel West asked from another chair, this proud young man for the first ti doubting himself.
Kana’s actions this ti shocked these elves.
Miguel West couldn’t help but think about the reverse: if the other party ca to seek help from them under such circumstances, what would they do?
As he dwelled on this thought, he couldn’t help but feel ashad, not daring to think further, as it was as if his pride was being rubbed underfoot.
This comparison made Miguel West feel a deep sense of guilt.
He was too young, dreaming of ideals, ambitions, fa, rebellion.
In terms of strength and morality, he couldn’t compare to the other party; the blow was too much for him, and all he could do was bla himself.
Mumbling to himself, "Do we even deserve this? Like boastful children, it’s truly embarrassing."
Others present, listening to Miguel West’s words, the young elves at this mont all closed their mouths.
They are young elves.
When leaving their hotown, they were so spirited, as if everyone else were fools except them, only they were the clear-headed Saviors.
Only they were noble, uniquely so.
Not just them, even the steadfast Maxim was pondering.
The contrast was so stark, the Night Watchers’ selflessness toward others walking the sa path made him ashad.
Reflecting on himself, he realized he absolutely couldn’t do such a thing.
He even couldn’t help but think inwardly, maybe becoming the Abandoned wasn’t due to youthful indiscretion then.
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