Seeing that Ilminster smoked dry tobacco in depression, Feili remembered the serious matter. He quickly checked his pocket, took out a quaint sea soak pipe, and then put it on the table solemnly.

Ilminster's eyes suddenly widened.

"This is...my pipe! Where did you find it?"

He suddenly threw away the dry tobacco pole, grabbed the sea soak pipe on the table and carefully checked it. From time to time, he murmured like "Why did it break again?" and "The paint fell off so much".

Feili waited for a while, and saw that this old guy was still like a illegitimate woman who had not stole people for decades. He touched the lost pipe god in the sky and even kissed it constantly. He couldn't help but feel a chill and finally couldn't help but remind him.

"Senior, I accidentally appeared this pipe on the Elf Army a few days ago. Because your name was engraved on it, I brought it back. It should be correct!"

Ilminster naturally cannot be clear about the reselling of military rations on the front line. But since the Magic Goddess was the backstage support, he did not have any too intense reactions. He occasionally chatted privately, but there was nothing to be taboo.

"Oh, then you've spent money this time. I really don't know how to thank you." Ilminster finally put away the poker face that seemed to have owed him 100,000 yuan. A few smiles were squeezed out from his wrinkled old face, and it suddenly seemed even more ravine. "Oh, I've used this thing for centuries, and I've had some feelings. I was too out of control just now, hahahaha!"

"Where is it, the senior is straightforward and free-spirited, and it is really worthy of my admiration." Feili also said politely, "What's more, this thing didn't cost me a single piece. When that guy saw someone willing to accept it, he hurriedly stuffed it into my hand. It seemed that he would even pay it back."

Ilminster was stunned.

"...The material fee for my pipe is worth more than 10,000 gold coins, and it stores more than a dozen advanced magic! Isn't there anyone in the Elf Army who recognizes the goods?"

"It is precisely because someone among them recognizes the goods that this thing feels hot!" Feili shrugged, "You have set up so many powerful curses at the forbidden spell level on it. The Elf Army doesn't mean collecting or using it, but even looking at it, you feel panic. Your anti-theft awareness is really strong!"

Ilminster's expression was very strange. It took him a long time to touch his beard and answered embarrassedly. "It seems that your magic level has serious knowledge defects, and none of them can recognize goods. Those curses are specifically targeted at insects! I also use it to make some mosquito coils in summer..."

This time it was Feili's turn to be stunned. According to this statement, wouldn't you usually smoke mosquito coils? This hobby is too unique! Although I did hear strange things about someone being addicted to powerful glue and correction fluid in the past life...

"Well, no matter what, thank you very much for helping me get my beloved pipe back." Ilminster reluctantly put away his pipe. Then he said a little slight. "But there is one thing that I found very strange since just now. Logically, you also lost your position because of my report. Why didn't you not be angry at me like others, but you also came to help me?" He looked at Feili with a very puzzled look, "Even if you want to please me, you shouldn't use your method. Besides, you don't have to please me!"

This old man is really direct! Feili shook his head. What can he say? He said that he was also frightened by the mosquito repellent curse on the pipe, worried that it would bring bad luck if he didn't return it to the original owner? Or was he talking about empty words like admiring seniors and willing to serve? Or asked some magical questions? If he really had that problem, he should also ask Karthas. She is the strongest magician in history!

As for the life path decision issue that was originally being considered, Fili felt that he and Ilminster were not very familiar with each other, and the situation where the two became voters was completely incomparable, so it would be better not to mention it.

After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to fool him for the time being.

"If you have no resentment in your heart, it is absolutely impossible, but..." Feili scratched her scalp, smirked a few times, and then replied very sincerely, "Hehe, how to say it, since the grace of His Highness Misterla, we are now considered colleagues who work for a boss, so we must also help each other! Otherwise, how can we work together in the future?"

Hearing Fili describes the sacred industry of "voting", Ilminster's eyebrows are twisted into a lump. He coughed lightly and said very solemnly, "Young man, although we have had a pleasant conversation, I still have to say that you do not have the necessary qualities as a voter!"

"That's right, so I'm just a candidate." Feili answered calmly.

Ilminster was choked and couldn't speak. He suddenly poured a glass of wine and was silent for a few seconds before he gradually found his thoughts, "I mean, you don't have the potential to become a voter in your thoughts and actions! You can't see that there is anything at all."

This was really hurtful, but Feili knew very well that she was worth it and didn't take it to heart. "Oh, that's it." He nodded without comment. "So what kind of person should voters be in your opinion?"

Seeing Fili's careless look, Ilminster sighed disappointed, but continued patiently.

"First, strong force, pious faith and firm belief are essential. All voters from ancient times to the present are great heroes with extraordinary strength. They have both brave and tenacious heroism and firm belief in sacrificing everything for faith. Moreover, in order to uphold their beliefs, they can fight stubbornly and unyieldingly, and will never be intimidated by the difficulties in front of them, nor will they do things that go against their will. If a person has no belief, he will be no different from the pigs and sheep that are slaughtered, and no different from the walking corpse. And you...ah, these aspects are still lacking! How can you treat the sacred church as a grocery store for working? It is not pious at all!" The great sage used vivid and vivid language to explain the profound meaning of the term "voting" to his younger generations, and then sighed halfway.

After sighing, he continued, "In addition to faith and force, it is best to have excellent leadership and affinity. Of course, these two things are not particularly necessary. After all, there is still a difference between voters and bishops. No god will use his voters to preach directly!"

"The voters are just a symbol, a deterrent, not a bureaucrat in the management of specific affairs. Therefore, the voters should give themselves a mysterious color. Except for the most critical moments, they usually exist as a glorious spiritual symbol in the church... To put it bluntly. The voters are a puppet offered in the shrine and placed under the statue of gods. They usually sit and enjoy offerings. They will only show their spirits when they are in danger... The more they do, the more mistakes they are, so it is better not to do more specific affairs. If it is not really possible, I will not lead the army to fight this time, let alone enter the asylum! Alas. It's really unlucky!" Daxian shook his head, closed his eyes, and looked very lonely.

Feili stared at the sage in front of him, feeling mixed feelings. He knew that what Ilminster said just now could basically be regarded as a heartfelt word. But the more this happened, the more he could not accept it.

Indeed, he did not have pious beliefs, nor did he have strong beliefs, nor did he have strong force. Although he had many pursuits, he often lacked the perseverance to act. He thought he was a realistic and smooth person, but in fact he was just following the trend for the sake of life.

But he is at least willing to take responsibility.

Whether it is to his superiors, subordinates, or the people around him, Feili is trying hard to fulfill his responsibilities. When he does something, he must do his best to do it well. Even if he doesn't do it well, Feili has been trying his best to strive for it.

When the night battle in Glory City broke out, he did not give up his duties, but fought with dozens of times of the enemy with his unskilled fighting skills; during the Hot Spring Valley Incident, he did not give up his duties, and after getting out of danger, he returned to the battlefield to save Renee; when defending the city of New Demon Sobrey, he did not give up his duties, and after his boss died unexpectedly, he brought a group of defeated soldiers to fight back against the Jedi; in the early stage of the Battle of the Dunes, when all the troops were defeated, he still did not give up his duties, and always persisted on the positions by the sea, and finally reached the moment when the situation reversed.

And this is exactly what those heroes lack. Firm belief is certainly a noble quality, but irresponsible belief usually only brings disaster.

Super powerful people like Ilminster who were born in the dark ages, they were only responsible for their beliefs, whether good or evil. Owo was everywhere, but they were not ashamed of them at all; Ilminster lost tens of thousands of troops, but they were only worried about their reputation being damaged by their madness. They had no shame at all for those mortals who were damaged or even killed by themselves, and they didn't even bother to pretend to be ashamed--in the eyes of super strong, the people were just small ants, not the same creature as themselves.

Whether the strong do good or evil, they are only based on their own wishes, not their own responsibilities to the ants. For example, after Ilminster was in a heavy mood and dejected manner after defeating this time, he never felt that he should apologize to the soldiers who died tragically. People who love small animals will certainly feel sad and guilt after accidentally killing their pets, but this does not mean that he will feel guilty. The "kind" peerless force of viewing ordinary people is probably the same.

They are above the secular laws, act as they please, and never take responsibility for their mistakes; they are extraordinary, high above, and look down on the masses; they enjoy offerings with peace of mind, but do not think that they have the responsibility to die for the defense of the people, and they usually choose to preserve themselves when encountering dangers; they all regard themselves as kings, and only ask for and reward the people, but have no contracts or obligations, and use their own joys and angers to decide the life and death of others at will--they are only responsible for themselves, and they believe that the world should turn with their will!

This is the true face of the medieval hero.

The Dark Age is an era of heroes. People admire strong people and bravery. Strong is the object of continuous followment. As long as a person has powerful magic or swordsmanship, he will naturally be loyal to many people. Even if he treats mortals like grass and commits certain cruel and violent behaviors, he will easily be forgiven. If he can act a little gentler, he will be a super good person who is compassionate!

However, it is no longer the dark age.

The times are changing, and the people's demand for the strong is constantly increasing. The common people in the dark age were fanatical worship of the strong. In modern times, they became a distance from them. Although extraordinary people are admired by others, only by abiding by etiquette and law, and being in harmony with the dust can they gain the trust of the people. At least, they must also make such a gesture.

If it were in the dark age, as long as Ilminster confessed after his defeat, people would probably give him a chance to cheer up. But now, he has to pretend to be crazy to escape his guilt. Feili still thinks it is too cheap for him. Because the people have regarded heroes as ordinary members of them, rather than being high above and killing the landlords. This decline in status is naturally not liked by heroes. Unfortunately, their destructive power, or combat power, has shrunk with the progress of the times.

"Strong force, devout faith and firm belief... is that right?" Feiri stretched out a finger and knocked on the table unconsciously. "When it comes to personal combat power, I, a level 14 mage, is naturally not enough to see. However, Senior Ilminster, can you annihilate tens of thousands of troops by one?"

"This... two hundred years ago, there shouldn't be a big problem. Now, if they didn't have heavy equipment and large magic weapons, they might be able to try it, otherwise they can only deal with a few thousand people at most." Ilminster twisted his beard and shook his head hesitantly. "In recent years, various legendary spells have not been so good. Xinming has too many cracking methods, and even the incarnation of God often falls. This time, I suffered a great loss..."

"So, can a famous adventure team composed of more than a dozen members hold a town for a long time under the siege of a large number of enemy troops?" Feili continued to ask.

Ilminster continued to shake his head. "It's still not. Even if this adventure team is strong at the legendary level, they can at most prevent the enemy from entering the town. But when the battle is over, the town will almost become ruins. What's the point of defending or not? What's more, when an adventure team encounters this situation, they usually give up the task to protect themselves, and at most they can cover the evacuation of residents. They generally cannot do their best to others or tasks."

"That's right, the era of Geshiqiang fighting alone and tides through the world has passed, and a team of more than a dozen or dozens of people can no longer save the people." Feili shrugged, "The personal combat power is becoming less and less obvious in the current war. Level 14 mages like me may be able to roam in the dark age; now, even a small town guard can drive me away. Even heroes like the predecessors cannot fight one-man war with one-on-one war. Although I may not be qualified to say such things, I still have to say that you really attach too much importance to your own strength and ignore the changes of the times. People today still respect the strong, but they are no longer so dependent on the strong. If this strong only has a good martial arts!"

"Do you think seeking power is the right way? This is not wrong. But..." Ilminster hesitated for a moment and shook his head again. "How can you sit firmly on the throne of the leader without strong self-power? How can you suppress your subordinates?" He said with a sarcastic statement, "It is not advisable to pursue your own strength blindly, but if you don't even dig the strength in your body, how can you convince the public? As long as any guy becomes strong, there will always be someone willing to follow him. These two points cannot be reversed."

"That's how the thieves elect the boss!" Feili immediately put him in the army. "Besides, isn't this the case with your student Ganmeir? As a lich, he doesn't have much magic, but he is still the leader of this country!"

"He is a politician, and what I just talked about was the voters!"

"I can't see the difference between these two." Feili retorted, "Politicians must be responsible to the political parties and the people, and obey the arrangements of superiors. The voters must be responsible to the church and believers, and run for the gods. It is certainly a successful strategy for you to transcend the world and put yourself in a mysterious and glorious cloak. But I am forbidden to say that the one who needs the cloak of divine nobleness is the magic goddess we believe in, not the elect who serves the goddess. Your approach is equivalent to putting your joy above the needs of the gods and putting your own beliefs above the responsibilities of the position. Since you do not have the awareness of taking responsibility for others, how can you avoid doing bad things with good intentions?"

"You..." Ilminster's old face turned red in an instant, and then sighed, "Oh, it seems that my words just now were in vain. Just take care of yourself, young man!"

Feiri also sighed, "Thank you very much for your teachings, Senior Ilminster. But anyone's road to success cannot be replicated. I don't want to be the kind of lonely hero who is independent and has no such potential. I always feel that only by combining your own advantages in all aspects and playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses can you form your own style." He raised his glass and signaled to Daxian, "I won't say these, Senior. I'll give you another cup and wish you a smooth journey home!"

Ilminster glanced at the junior with a complicated expression and raised his wine glass.

Walking out of the warm hall, when the cold wind outside was blown, Feili felt much clearer. He folded his arms in front of his chest, and leisurely looked at the scenery of the Arctic Port. On the narrow streets, the soldiers and civilians of the Elf Kingdom were working like ants to make their final preparations for sailing back to China. There was already a faint greenness among the distant mountains. The spring in the North finally arrived.

However, the spring of the older generation of heroes has long ended.

In Ilminster's youth, monsters were rampant in this world, bandits were everywhere, and small countries were everywhere. Dangers were everywhere, and small battles were bursting all the time. In the face of stalemate, only the sword in your hand and the attack magic in your mind were the only reliance. The strong can accumulate fame and wealth for himself by attacking bandits, saving princesses, eliminating evil dragons, and blocking enemy troops, etc., which sounds heroic, and win praise from thousands of people.

The great hero defeated all evil people and beasts, earned a lot of honor, and then knelt in front of the beauty in a cheering voice, winning her heart... This romantic scene is a microcosm of that era.

But now? The monsters were almost extinct in the civilized world, so they had to hunt faraway overseas. When the adventures of this era were exploring the world, they could no longer find a giant dragon that was not protected by law.

Lichs and vampires both live in bustling cities. Warcraft can only be seen in zoos and breeding farms. Wild cats and dogs run between the streets. Adventures can only fight with hooligans, guards, cats and dogs, and finally they are treated as terrorists and put into prison... This is the consequence of not paying attention to environmental protection!

The scale and intensity of the war are also changing drastically. In the battle between hundreds of thousands or even millions of people, the role of a single magician or paladin is minimal. If you cannot lower your posture and deal with multiple forces, no matter how strong you are, you will only be able to break your head and run out of blood.

Feili has always admired people who have firm beliefs and strived to practice their beliefs, but at the same time, she also hates such people the most. Because they always put their beliefs above anything else, in the eyes of these great men, the lives of others are as light as feathers and as lowly as dirt. Since they are willing to sacrifice everything about themselves, how can they take other people's life and death fate seriously?

Feili never thinks she is a noble gentleman who compassionates the world, but she is not the kind of person who sacrifices everything for faith, whether it is sacrificing himself or others.

After all, when you want to sacrifice others, others are also thinking about how to sacrifice you.
Chapter completed!