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Silvermoon Court, Sunstrider's Spire.

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Kael'nel Sunstrider stood cautiously behind Aier. This was the first time in his life he had stepped into such a noble place. The young mage trembled almost imperceptibly, the scene before him giving him a subtle sense of unreality.

There were still a few months before the annual Silvermoon Council, but strangely, all the councilors were gathered here.

After a moment, even Bel'ovar and the Sun King arrived.

“The reason I have summoned everyone here is to inform you that this year's Silvermoon Council will be moved forward by three months and convened today.”

As soon as Bel'ovar said this, the audience was in an uproar, but when these restless councilors saw Aier, who was standing at the end and closing his eyes to rest, they all shut their mouths.

They knew that the early convening of this council was most likely due to this influential figure in Quel'Thalas, the honorary councilor, Aier Salonas, who was only 17 years old.

The Sun King sat in the main seat, his face expressionless, but his eyes revealed a thoughtful light. He had just received Aier's message about the council being moved forward.

After much deliberation, the Sun King decided to support this mainstay of Quel'Thalas.

Now, the Salonas family and the Sunstrider royal family were already in the same boat.

Ever since Aier single-handedly created the Light of Aier and revealed his 'miniature Sunwell' plan to Anasterian, the Sun King had decided to form a strategic alliance with the Salonas family, sharing both honor and loss.

Aier crossed his arms and lowered his eyelids, appearing somewhat drowsy, but the councilors next to him did not dare to ignore this underage teenager.

Even the Sun King Anasterian, who was sitting in the main seat, and the Silvermoon Speaker Bel'ovar, who was sitting on the side, looked in the direction of the teenager from time to time.

Dar'khan Drathir kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He had just learned about the Magic Maple Forest incident.

At this time, Dar'khan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. This was the second time he had offended the Salonas family, and this time it was especially serious.

“Damn Salonas family, where did I offend you? Why do you have to target me? No, even at the risk of offending Aier Salonas, my councilor seat must not be lost.”

Dar'khan's eyes were fierce, and he cursed in his heart. At this time, he was still thinking about how to keep his position, but no matter how hard he tried, he would not understand that Aier had already developed a murderous intent towards him.

Although the meeting was long and tedious, with Aier's presence, several Silvermoon Councilors all behaved exceptionally actively.

The heads of the Firewing and Sunwing families were especially enthusiastic, and whenever there was a new topic, they would subtly mention the teenager's name, signaling Aier to say something.

Although the news that Bel'ovar would step down as Speaker in 20 years had not yet been released, the two family heads of the royalist faction naturally had their own information channels.

Although Aier did not have an actual position, his influence on Quel'Thalas and the Sunstrider royal family could not be hidden from these powerful giants.

“Lord Aier, do you have any guidance on the plan to develop the ruins of the Plaguelands? It is said that you are a senior archaeologist. I hope you can offer some valuable suggestions for the future development direction of the Holy Relics Association.”

Thalyssra Bloodwatcher's attitude was very respectful and humble. Dar'khan, who was sitting at the end like Aier, looked at this chairman next to him in disbelief.

Although this Lord Bloodwatcher only held the title of Chairman of the Holy Relics Association, the upper echelons with slightly better information channels all understood.

Everything this chairman did was for the Sunstrider royal family. To put it bluntly, the entire Holy Relics Association was the Sunstrider's money bag.

And this Sun King's white glove actually openly said such flattering words, which had already revealed a very obvious signal.

Everyone present was shrewd, and the attitudes of the two royalist family heads and Thalyssra Bloodwatcher could explain a lot.

The rising star of the Salonas family had already gained the favor of the Sun King. If nothing unexpected happened, the future Silvermoon Speaker would be none other than him.

Seeing the harmonious councilors discussing national affairs as if they were drinking afternoon tea, Dar'khan's face turned pale with fright.

Feeling bitter in his heart, Dar'khan still made a difficult decision.

“I'm sorry, I…”

Everyone's eyes turned to Dar'khan, with various meaningful gazes.

Dar'khan was like a rare animal on display in a zoo, nakedly placed in front of everyone.

Pity, disdain, gloom, mockery, the gazes of the councilors were different, but Dar'khan understood that he was finished…

That teenager didn't say anything, didn't do anything, but everyone felt that they were finished. That teenager didn't even have to do it himself, and these bloodthirsty hyenas would tear him to pieces.

Under everyone's gaze, Dar'khan swallowed the second half of his sentence with difficulty. At this time, he was cold all over, his legs trembling, and his eyes were full of fear.

He knew that even the Drathir family behind him could not protect him. This was no longer a trivial matter of being expelled from the circle of power.

Time passed slowly. After everyone participated in the vote on the last topic, they all looked at the teenager who was still closing his eyes to rest, seemingly inadvertently.

“If you have any opinions or suggestions, councilors, you can raise them. If not, this time…”

Bel'ovar adjusted the frame of his glasses and pretended to say casually, but everyone present understood that as long as the Sun King did not speak, the entire Silvermoon Council would become the sole arbiter of the grandfather and grandson.

“Ahem, sorry, I have something to say.”

Aier opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in them. Everyone subconsciously looked away. This teenager's aura was too strong.

“This is one of my subordinates. If you don't mind, please give him 10 minutes.”

Everyone nodded in unison. They still had to give face to the future Speaker.

Kael'nel stood out from behind Aier. He bowed somewhat cautiously to the councilors sitting there one by one.

When it was Dar'khan's turn, Kael'nel did not bow, but stared at the new councilor who was slumped in his seat for a long time before retracting his gaze.

“Begin.”

Aier nodded to Anasterian in the main seat, signaling that Kael'nel could continue.

When he saw Dar'khan, Kael'nel, who had been nervous and unable to speak, suddenly calmed down.

“Your Majesty, Lord Speaker, and Honorable Councilors, I have a document here that everyone can take a look at first.”

He handed the papers in his hand to the councilors one by one, and even Dar'khan, who was mentally exhausted, received a copy.

“It records the list of blood thistle ingredients extracted from the Salonas Alchemy Workshop, as well as some cases of families being destroyed by blood thistle over the past thousand years. At the bottom of the document are detailed victim numbers and cases.”

The councilors, who had not taken it seriously at first, all felt as if they were holding a hot potato after hearing Kael'nel's words.

The appearance of blood thistle can be regarded as a historical legacy issue. At first, this plant did not appear in Quel'Thalas, but with the establishment of the Sunwell and the appearance of the runestone barrier, blood thistle, this native plant, was also born.

At first, blood thistle was widely used in surgical clinical surgery as an anesthetic drug.

However, with the development of thousands of years, although the quel'dorei possessed the Sunwell, it was like the Well of Eternity. Such a powerful source of magic was both a blessing and a curse.

Some exiles and adventurers far away from Quel'Thalas all suffered from various diseases, which the mages called magic addiction.

This also led to the high elves only being able to shrink within Quel'Thalas (except for rangers far away from the Sunwell).

Later, a magister accidentally discovered the secret of blood thistle. Under the long-term radiation of the Sunwell, blood thistle became a magical plant. There was a small amount of magic power in this magical plant.

Originally, it was thought that this was a major discovery that could change the entire quel'dorei race, but what this magister did not know was that blood thistle not only contained a small amount of magic power, but this magical plant also had a strong addictive nature.

So those nobles and middle classes who were already absurd and indulgent began to over-consume blood thistle. The price of the originally cheap blood thistle gradually rose with the favor of the junkies.

Until the state promulgated a law prohibiting the planting of blood thistle, but there were policies above and countermeasures below.

Those greedy nobles were unwilling to give up their cash cow so easily, so these nobles began to form a community of interests under the leadership and protection of some interested people, and began to secretly buy the land of farmers to plant blood thistle.

On the surface, they were still farms and plantations, but in fact, the roots had already rotted, which also caused Quel'Thalas's grain and meat and egg necessities to have poor harvests year after year.

Although there were state subsidies, the prices of grain and meat and eggs had already increased many times, which also made the lives of civilians more and more difficult.

… …

Seeing those councilors who had been talking loudly become timid, Aier couldn't help laughing.

At the same time, Aier was not the only one observing the crowd. Dar'khan was also quietly observing the reactions of the councilors.

When he saw the entanglement and embarrassment on the faces of these councilors, Dar'khan, who had been ashen-faced, seemed to suddenly come back to life.

“So what if your Salonas family has great power, these fence-sitters have long been fed by the Drathir family…

Every family and force eats the dividends of blood thistle and has its own small plantation.

"What a naive little brat. I thought you were coming for me, but I never imagined you'd be so delusional as to try and shake the Dalahil family…"

Darkan looked disdainfully at the smiling young man, the heavy weight in his heart slowly lifting.

In his opinion, even if the Sun King wanted to target the tightly knit group of nobles, he would have to carefully consider whether it was feasible.

Although this greenhorn in front of him possessed formidable strength and influence, trying to move the established interests' cheese was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot – a bit of an overestimation of his own capabilities.

"Although he has enviable talent and a large family, this kid is still too naive."

"Quel'Thalas has hundreds of noble families, big and small. Trying to fight against the united noble group with his own strength is simply wishful thinking."

As if he could already see Aier's end, Darkan regained his original composure.

… …

"Silence."

Belovar lowered his eyelids slightly and said sternly.

The originally noisy conference hall immediately quieted down.

Aier looked at his grandfather with a smile and secretly made a thumbs-up gesture. Belovar snorted, but in the instant he looked up, he winked almost imperceptibly at the young man.

Anasterian looked at this scene, amused and exasperated. This old man and young man really treated the council as their own home.

"I believe everyone has finished reading it. In order to prevent some councilors with poor eyesight from not being able to see the words on it clearly, I will read it aloud for everyone again."

Taking the document handed over by Kael'thas, Aier stood up, scanned the room, and said loudly.

"From the time blood thistle became a prohibited item a thousand years ago, to the present, the number of addicts who have died because of blood thistle is 18,462. The number of innocent people killed by assassins, drunkards, farmers, farm owners… these strange and varied professions is 34,721… The number of civilians burned to death in fires is 13,591, suicides…"

Hearing this, Anasterian sat up straight, his eyes becoming grim.

Although he was the ruler of a country, he realized that his control over this country was still too lax. So many innocent civilians had died under his nose, and he, the Sun King, was really a bit incompetent.

"Wait a minute."

Aier raised his eyebrows, looking at Darkan, who had interrupted him. He couldn't help but find it a little funny. This guy couldn't hold back so quickly?

"Lord Aier, your arithmetic may be a little off. These numbers look like a lot, but you forgot that this is the death toll over a thousand years…

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If you divide it evenly, then these exaggerated numbers may not seem so shocking, don't you think?"

Darkan chuckled lightly. Although he appeared very relaxed, he dared not look Aier in the eyes.

"You think you're very humorous? Kael'thas, give this idiot a little color, let him learn the humility and respect he should have when facing a Grand Magister."

"Yes!"

Kael'thas walked excitedly to Darkan, rubbing his fists and palms.

"You dare! I am…"

"Pa pa pa pa pa!"

A series of clear sounds rang out in the conference room. Kael'thas slapped with vigor, even shouting out loud.

"I… I am… Wuwu"

Aier covered his ears while using telekinesis to close Darkan's mouth. Several councilors looked at this scene in disbelief.

"Do you have the right to speak here! ?"

Kael'thas slapped Darkan fiercely on the face, and Darkan's fair face immediately became red and swollen, but Kael'thas obviously wouldn't let him off so easily.

"Are you going to talk back or not! ?"

Crackling… …

"Asking you a question! Are you going to talk back or not! ?"

Crackling… …

"You little brat, your mouth is quite tough! ?"

Crackling… …

"Are you going to talk!"

Crackling… …

Councilors: … …

Aier: Why does this feel a little familiar?

"Alright, the lesson is almost over."

Aier rubbed his index finger, seemingly inadvertently.

"Yes!"

Kael'thas stood back behind the young man, breathing heavily and triumphantly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! You must stand up for me!"

As soon as he escaped the control of telekinesis, Darkan covered his swollen face and cried out loudly.

"Ahem, I have recently received the Arcane Annihilator 2.0 blueprints you gave to Kael'thas. I have to say that your talent and wisdom are as amazing as ever."

Anasterian pretended not to hear anything, sipping the red tea in his cup while praising the young man.

"You flatter me, Your Majesty."

Aier also bowed with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

Darkan: So you two are singing a duet here, right?

"Lord Speaker, you must stand up for me. Honorary Councilor Aier openly despises the council and beats…"

Darkan saw that Anasterian was ignoring his cries, so he thought of Belovar on the side.

"Ahem, don't run around after the meeting, remember to go home for dinner."

Belovar said something serious that made people laugh, and even the serious Anasterian couldn't help but laugh.

Darkan: I'm tired, let's just destroy it… …

… …

"I just mentioned some numbers of civilians who were accidentally killed and murdered, but there are still some things I didn't finish saying…

I went to check the files of unnatural deaths over the years and arranged for my subordinates to investigate them one by one. This investigation was amazing. Do you know what I found?"

Aier walked behind a councilor and said softly in his ear.

This councilor was sweating profusely and couldn't say a word.

"I found that the deaths of these civilians are basically all related to blood thistle. Since you don't want to tear this fig leaf, then I'll say it."

The young man did not continue to embarrass the councilor, but walked behind the head of the Sunwing family.

The head of the Sunwing family glared at the young man, but the young man standing in front of him was no longer the elven cub without any foundation more than ten years ago. At this time, Aier had already grown into a towering tree that he needed to look up to.

Aier stared at the head of the Sunwing family without caring, until the head of the family was intimidated by the aura of the young man and lowered his head.

"For the past thousand years, there has been a family that has disregarded national laws, not only planting blood thistle but also massacring a large number of civilians.

These vampires deceived the world, buying a large number of farm owners and individual farmers' land to plant blood thistle. On the surface, this family is the largest grain merchant in Quel'Thalas, but in fact, they are engaged in a one-stop planting and selling business.

They bribed officials and nobles, set up various names, used the legal loopholes of Quel'Thalas to evade taxes and kill those innocent farm owners and civilians who resisted them, and blamed them on some dead people and abandoned children.

As a result, the unnatural death rate in Quel'Thalas has remained high for the past thousand years, and even one year it actually exceeded the birth rate of newborns in the same year… …

Who do you think I'm talking about? Councilor Darkan Dalahil."

Walking to Darkan, who was trembling, Aier slapped Darkan's swollen cheeks while asking jokingly.

Anasterian forcibly suppressed the anger that was about to burst out. At this time, he was both angry and ashamed. In order to balance the nobles and vested interests in the kingdom, he had made many concessions.

But he never expected that those parasites would dare to do this. This is no longer vampirism. These dirty trash have shaken the foundation of the country!

"Alright, it's getting late, I won't waste everyone's time, let me announce the results."

"Wait a minute, I want to make sure you are really ready."

Anasterian's old voice sounded, Aier was stunned for a moment, and the originally clear pupils were covered with a layer of haze.

'I'm still too anxious…'

Aier sighed and looked at the Sun King's eyes.

Anasterian forcibly suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, but he still decided to intervene in this matter.

The roots of Quel'Thalas have rotted. If a major reform is carried out, then this towering tree will definitely be overwhelmed and eventually break completely. As a king, all he can do is to take it slowly.

"I understand."

Hearing the young man's words, Anasterian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Several councilors who had been tense also breathed a sigh of relief. Since this ancestor was willing to compromise, then there was at least room for negotiation in this matter.

Kael'thas lowered his head, staring gloomily at the gorgeous floor tiles, but the young man's next words made him excited.

"In my capacity as an honorary councilor, I propose to liquidate the Dalahil family's actions, but not to pursue the responsibilities of other families and nobles involved in the case!"

"Plop."

Darkan fell to the ground on his back, his eyes dull. At this moment, he understood that not only him, but the entire Dalahil family… was completely finished.

"Who is in favor? Who is against?"

The young man scanned the councilors who were acting like ostriches, his face full of murderous intent.

PS: Two-in-one chapter, 5500 words delivered

The results are a complete mess. The author once felt that there was something wrong with his writing direction or something else. If you have any good suggestions, please speak up and thank you ~