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"You should at least state your purpose!"
Blake seemed to just remember, and suddenly realized:
"Ah—yes, that's why I'm here."
"I want to see how lower-class creatures build their nests."
"Now, lead the way."
"Or I can have CP teach you how to be guides!"
Blake's voice was soft, and there was no emotion in his tone.
But each word struck Hermann's heart like a heavy hammer.
Blake wasn't just maintaining a persona when he said "inferior beings."
Unlike many of his predecessors who traveled through time, he did not want to create a world where all races could live in equality and coexistence.
In Blake's view, humanity had to fight for countless years, and countless people had died, before finally becoming the rulers of the world.
You think you can just give fishmen, mermaids, mink, giants... the same treatment as humans with a single sentence?
Black would treat Ada like a fish and regard giants as inferior beings.
His bottom line is to avoid senseless massacres in order to maintain racial diversity.
However, Blake supports the view that humans are the superior race, above all other races.
Chapter 64 What the hell are you trying to be tough about?
Blake is not usually a person who likes fighting and killing.
This is true, at least until there is a conflict of interest between the two parties.
But when dealing with races other than humans, reasoning with them is truly useless.
Well, reasoning with people in this world isn't very effective.
They have their own set of logic in their minds.
The more polite you are to them, the less they take you seriously.
Just like the giant elder, he always harbored wishful thinking, fantasizing that he could drive Black and his group away with words.
The Temple finally made it through the Siphon Sea and arrived at the Giant's Ridge.
Are you going to turn back just because you said "you're not welcome"?
Do world governments still have any dignity?
What's even more ridiculous is that Hermann's attitude was very tough and principled.
His toughness wasn't feigned, but he didn't dare to actually start a war with Blake and the others.
Even on the surface, the giants of Delgard are clearly superior in combat power to those of the Temple.
Then what's with all this mental toughness?
I'm going to the island, what can you do to me?
So when the afterglow of the setting sun lengthened his shadow, Blake had already appeared at the docks of Degard.
He sat atop a slave with giant blood and looked at the giants before him who dared not speak out against their anger.
He chuckled and waved his hand, as if shooing away flies:
"Prepare me some chilled giant mead."
"I'll leave when I'm satisfied."
"If you cannot satisfy me..."
He glanced around at the giants:
"Then it may take a few more days."
Hermann had calmed down and responded:
"Okay, I hope you can keep your promise."
Blake ignored him and began to wander around the neighborhood with the slave.
Houses in Degarte are generally over thirty meters tall, and even the wine barrels casually placed at the entrance are the size of a normal house.
In the distance, you can see a building hundreds of meters high, which should be the council hall of the giant elders.
Seeing this, Blake truly understood what Gulliver's Travels meant when it said, "It was less a road and more a valley."
When people are faced with enormous creations that far exceed their own size, they are always filled with a sense of awe.
Blake recovered quickly.
Because this is a world with extraordinary powers.
Let alone these buildings, even the entire Spine of the Colossus could be completely destroyed by Black in just a few attacks.
Blake did not go far from the port, and when he returned to the docks, the slaves had already set up a temporary camp.
Mandy was training with Koala, Stella was busy preparing food, Robin was reading a book, Perona was causing trouble, and Rami was watching all of this with a smile on his face.
Once Stella had prepared the food, Herman also brought over the giant mead that Black had requested.
Blake opened it and took a look; a rich aroma of wine immediately wafted out.
He looked at Hermann with a half-smile:
"You didn't spit in there, did you?"
Hermann was taken aback, then his expression turned grim:
"Giants would not do such a despicable thing!"
"You are insulting the race of giants!"
But in his heart he was thinking:
"Why didn't I think of that?"
Blake smiled and waved his hand:
"Look at you, you're in a hurry."
"Okay, I'll leave tomorrow."
Before Herman could even show a hint of joy, Blake continued:
"But I need to get to the top of the Western Paradise."
"This is impossible!"
Hermann suddenly stood up, his voice trembling with emotion:
"The World Tree must not be desecrated!"
"Don't tell me no one has ever gone up there."
Blake scoffed:
"If that's the case, then I'll have no choice but to requisition the entire World Tree."
"I believe the landscaping in Mary Geoise this year is still quite lacking."
Hermann clenched his fists, and after a long silence, he left with the words, "I will arrange a passage."
"Almost forgot!"
Blake's voice came from behind him:
"Remember to wipe the bark clean!"
"If you get my gloves dirty, I'll cut down your lousy tree!"
Herman did not turn around.
He feared that he might lose control of his emotions and attack the world's nobles, which would bring disaster to the entire Degard.
After Hermann left, Kerla was somewhat worried:
"Your Highness, they won't cause any trouble, will they?"
"Don't worry, they don't dare."
Blake ruffled Kelra's golden hair and poured a little giant mead for everyone:
"Try it, this stuff is rare even in the Holy Land."
Blake couldn't stand the way the giants looked.
You either go all the way to be a coward, or you go all the way to be tough, or you pretend to be a coward first and then become tough.
They are tough in words but cowardly in actions.
Between losing substance and losing face, choose to lose both.
Time quickly came to the next day.
Led by Herman, the Temple followed the canal all the way to the World Tree Yggdrasil.
Herman pointed to the tree hole ahead:
"Go in from here and you'll reach the road to Sky Island."
Blake no longer cared about the other party's attitude; his attention was entirely focused on the World Tree.
In terms of appearance, it bears some resemblance to the Omniscient Tree of Ohara and the World Tree of Elbaf.
The Omniscient Tree has been growing for four thousand years, which means that the tree in front of us is most likely over four thousand years old.
Blake didn't speak to the giants again, and the Temple slowly sailed into the tree hollow.
Upon entering the World Tree, the resin begins to envelop the ship like a sightseeing cabin.
Driven by the water flow, the Temple, like an elevator, began to slowly climb upwards.
Perona pressed her entire body against the sightseeing cabin:
Wow! The clouds have turned into strawberry milk!
The clouds, which were originally like cotton wool, now had a pinkish-white sheen, and several palm-sized air fish suddenly crashed into the observation cabin.
Their scales are translucent, and with each movement they fling out a string of rainbow-colored sparkles.
Kerla lifted Rami to the window, where the latter's pale cheeks were reflected with a touch of color:
"Rami, look! It's so beautiful!"
Continuing upwards, after passing through the clouds, the observation cabin is embedded in a narrow passage inside the tree trunk.
The resin walls on both sides are covered with colorful murals.
It is unknown what kind of pigment was used, but it seems that thousands of years have not left any trace on the mural.
Blake glanced at it a few times and lost interest.
The murals here are far inferior to those in Elbaf; they contain very little useful information, with only a huge straw hat as a highlight.
Blake never understood why people couldn't just inscribe things like historical texts?
They have to make it all so mysterious.
If murals can remain vibrant for a long time, what difference would it make if we replaced them with text?
When the sun was high in the sky, the sightseeing cabin finally reached the top of the tree.
The entire terrace is made of crystallized island clouds, with a surface covered with hexagonal honeycomb patterns, and each hole is inlaid with a singing conch shell.
"Hmm, now it does resemble a sky island."
Blake scanned his surroundings, then looked at the cloud path ahead:
"Is this the entrance to the Western Paradise?"
Chapter 65 Mutual Misfortune