bookbashuk Chapter 33 Building Momentum
Chapter 33 Building Momentum
Anyone who has played strategy games knows this.
Often, you need to make a claim when you do something.
If, like our Great Chu, we use the phrase "We are barbarians" as a pretext for declaring war...
Then he would lose all prestige among the various forces.
Just like before Chen Sheng and Wu Guang shouted, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"
They still laid countless groundwork for "the rise of the Great Chu and the rise of Chen Sheng".
Lynn needs a reasonable claim to unify the entire Magic Forest.
An excuse that can attract countless people to join.
So Lynn started building momentum.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
There was a knock on Lynn's door.
Outside the door was Vera, her face flushed and tear-streaked, her pretty cheeks slightly red, as if she had just had an argument with someone.
"My Lord Prophet, they've gone too far!" Vera cried, wiping away her tears.
"Those old fogies, they actually doubted your identity, saying that a prophet wouldn't grow spices and covet money."
Vera spoke with great indignation.
Expected.
The elves, who are long-lived and follow the natural balance, already possess a very strong conservative force.
But their reaction is exactly what Lynn needs right now.
"It's normal for them to be skeptical. No one can understand things beyond their own perception," Lynn said calmly.
Then, he continued, "Vera, you came here for more than just this, right?"
"The Prophet is truly a visionary." Vera wiped away her tears.
"The elders want you to attend a meeting."
"But it doesn't matter if you don't go, Aunt Elune and I will support you."
As she said this, Vera patted her full breasts, the soft flesh bouncing slightly, her words resolute.
"I will attend this meeting."
"I need to explain to them that our precious time shouldn't be wasted on internal strife," Lynn said slowly, his image appearing very righteous and noble.
This was an expected questioning.
It is an important part of Lynn's campaign.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
In the Silver Dew Council Hall, Lynn faced the twelve elven elders.
These elven elders all looked very young, but they were actually quite old.
Aside from Vera, Elune is the youngest.
Besides Elune, there are three other King-level beings among them.
A high druid.
Two forest rangers.
Sunlight streamed through the treehouse skylight, casting a golden halo over Lynn, making him appear as pure and selfless as a child of nature.
Elder Xihai – the oldest and most stubborn member of the conservative faction.
He is also a King-level Archdruid.
He squinted as he spoke.
"So, the Prophet plans to use the power of the Druids to grow those things that drive humans mad, and then... sell them off cheaply?"
"Just a fire sale? Isn't it just a way to make money off the stock?"
"For a little bit of money."
"This is unlike the way prophets usually act."
"Yes," Lynn smiled.
"This is certainly not in line with the usual style of prophets."
Lynn agreed with Sihai's view that most prophets in the past were either great and righteous, taking it upon themselves to save the world, or were free and unrestrained, inspiring heroes during their travels.
"But I need to prepare for a more powerful crisis."
"What we are facing is a cataclysmic change that has never been seen in ten thousand years on the continent of Galantir."
"The wood elves are the guardians of nature and balance."
"So nature inspired me to draw near to you."
"I need to unify all available forces, but there is a barrier between the wood elves and humans, and that barrier is spices."
"I want to eliminate it."
west Hai was about to speak when Lynn reached out and stopped him.
"I've heard the rumors, and I know you're questioning my identity."
But I can tell you that in three days, heavenly fire will fall on the southern side of Silverdew Woods.
"I hope you can trust me in this matter and take precautions in advance."
"After all, I also love beautiful elves."
"However, since you doubt me, it's not appropriate for me to stay in the Silver Dew Tribe any longer."
After saying that, Lynn left without looking back.
The moment Lynn turned and left the council chamber, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze.
His pace was unhurried, even carrying a certain deliberate slowing down of composure.
He needed to give everyone enough time to react, especially those he anticipated would come after him.
The first step is to lightly touch the wooden floor with the sole of the boot, making a soft "tap" sound.
The council chamber was deathly silent.
Elder Xihai opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
The second step was for Lynn to reach out and push open the wooden door of the council chamber, which was carved with vine patterns.
The afternoon sun cast a long shadow of him as he walked away.
"My Lord Prophet!"
Vera's voice was the first to ring out, tinged with obvious panic.
She practically charged at us, her long silver hair flying as she ran.
She grabbed Lynn's sleeve—
Vera's emerald green eyes were filled with tears.
"You can't leave!"
"They don't believe you, but I do."
"Aunt Elune believes it too! There are still many young druids in Silverdew Village—"
"Vera."
Trust cannot be begged for.
Lynn gently but firmly pulled her sleeve back.
"Then...then I'll go with you!" Vera blurted out.
This statement caused a stir in the council chamber.
After all, Vera is the most talented druid among the younger generation of the Silver Dew tribe.
Elune finally stood up and walked over quickly.
Her steps remained elegant, but her slightly rapid breathing betrayed her inner turmoil.
"Mr. Lynn, please reconsider."
"Elder Xihai and the others... just need more time."
Elune's voice was lower than usual, carrying a restrained earnestness.
Lynn looked at the silver-haired elf elder in front of him.
Her cheeks flushed slightly—not from shyness, but from excitement.
Those usually cool and calm emerald eyes were now shimmering with a complex light—apology, anxiety, and a hint of... barely perceptible dependence.
"Elder Elune, I am very grateful for your continued support."
"But as you've seen, staying here will only exacerbate the divisions within the settlement."
Lynn bowed slightly, maintaining proper etiquette.
He paused, then uttered the crucial sentence: "I don't want to become the focus of your internal conflicts."
Lynn's Green Tea Quote: It's not "I'm being ostracized," but "I'm thinking of you all."
Elune's lips trembled slightly.
"But..." Elune's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, "Where are you going?"
"Let's go to Gray Mountain Tribe and Mushroom Roaring Tribe first."
"They still need my guidance there. Even if Silverdew Village cannot accompany me, my plans will not change."
Lynn answered truthfully.
He looked at Vera, giving her a slightly weary smile: "As for Vera, you are the future of Silverdew Settlement, you should stay—"
"I don't want to!" Vera suddenly raised her voice.
Tears welled up in her eyes, her small mouth pouting, looking extremely aggrieved: "I don't care, I just want to follow you."
She wiped away her tears, turned to Elune, and said resolutely, "Aunt, I want to go and learn from the Prophet!"
At the entrance of the council chamber, the other elders also came out.
west Hai stood at the front, his expression complex.
Elune took a deep breath.
Looking at her niece's determined eyes and then at Lynn's calm face, countless thoughts raced through her mind in an instant.
In the end, she made a decision that surprised all the elves.
"Go ahead," Elune said softly, reaching out to straighten Vera's disheveled collar.
"Aunt?!" Vera's eyes widened.
Elune didn't explain, but looked at Lynn with a thousand words in her eyes: "Mr. Lynn, Vera... I'm entrusting her to you."
"She can be impulsive at times, please be patient with her."
Lynn was slightly taken aback.
He had anticipated that Elune would try to persuade him to stay, that she would be angry, and even that she would forcefully order Vera to stay—but he had never expected that she would agree so readily.
And the tone of that "Please"...
"Elder Elune, rest assured, I will ensure Vera's safety," Lynn solemnly promised.
Elune nodded, then did something even more surprising—she stepped forward and gently hugged Lynn.
It was a very light and quick hug, almost instantaneous.
But Lynn could feel her body trembling slightly, smell the cool, herbal scent in her hair, and hear her whisper in his ear, a voice only the two of them could hear:
"I will convince everyone, teacher."
As she stepped back, the tips of her ears were already bright red, but she tried her best to maintain the dignity of an elder: "Please... take care on your journey."
Am I really becoming a teacher now?
Lynn felt a surge of emotion.
However, his expression remained unchanged. He took out a piece of parchment marked with the location and said, "You too, remember to evacuate the residents of this place in advance."
After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to walk out of the settlement.
Vera hurried to catch up, then turned back after a few steps, waving vigorously at Elune: "Auntie! I'll come back to see you often!"
Elune stood at the entrance of the council hall, watching the two figures leave one after the other, remaining motionless for a long time.
Thran walked to her side, his voice low and menacing: "You're just going to let Vera go with him like that?"
"Even if he is a prophet, a child of nature."
Humans and elves are not allowed to marry.
"Moreover, Vera is the most talented druid among our younger generation. At such a young age, she has already reached the threshold of the super-class."
"Otherwise what?"
"You want to lock Vera up and make her hate me for the rest of her life?"
"And put away your filthy thoughts, Vera is just going to learn from Mr. Lynn."
"Mr. Lynn wouldn't do such a thing."
Elune's tone suddenly became unusually cold.
"Prepare to defend against the coming fire from the heavens and evacuate the inhabitants of the place depicted in the parchment."
"This is my order as the clan chief."
Done.
Elune ignored everyone's expressions and walked straight to her treehouse.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
At this moment, Lynn, who had already left the settlement area, had a very faint smile on his lips.
Vera followed beside him and whispered, "My Lord Prophet, what about those experimental fields...?"
"It's alright."
"Grom will handle it," Lynn said calmly.
"Are we really leaving like this?" Vera asked, somewhat curiously.
"Vera, sometimes, leaving is for a better return."
Lynn didn't offer much explanation.
He looked up at the sky, calculating the time.
Three days.
Three days later, the meteorite that was powerful enough to destroy the entire Silver Dew Forest and instill despair in everyone would become an important part of his plan.
At that time, all doubts will turn into awe.
All resistance will become assistance.
By then.
He will use the name of the prophet to unify the Forest of Magic.