Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 1077

Another worry of Dante is the increasingly serious dispute between the senior leaders of the alliance.

The Late Jin high-level led by Lodz and the old aristocratic class led by old John have obviously changed a lot recently.

The largest number of centrists began to stand in line, and the smell of gunpowder began to diffuse within the Galer alliance.

Everything came from the shaking of the prestige of the old nobles, and the authority was challenged by Lodz at this time.

One after another made wrong choices about Luther, which led to the jokes of the Galer alliance everywhere. The alliances in various regions watched the play silently, and even secretly withdrew the idea of holding a championship in cooperation with the Galer alliance.

A series of effects seemed like the butterfly effect. The wind flapping its wings finally blew to the high-rise himself.

Wolong Phoenix chick's stupidity and caidou's defeat asked the alliance to take a long holiday.

These two events became the fuse for the high-level struggle of the dot bombing alliance.

Lodz and others advocate negotiating with Shenao now, apologizing for the previous events and trying to calm the situation.

The old aristocrats think Luther is no longer a big problem. Now he doesn't fight fake games, and has become a phenomenal star player in the championship. He has great commercial value and influence beyond imagination.

Even if he is sent by the divine Olympic League, even if he wants to influence the championship, the trend of public opinion has now classified him as a part of the championship.

"Since he is so topical, he just follows."

Lodz felt that the old aristocracy really didn't cry when he didn't see the coffin. If Luther didn't play now, it doesn't mean he won't play in the future.

If he suddenly falls ill on a more grand occasion and performs an impromptu performance, the rhythm will not be on the scale of small fuss at that time.

In fact, Maest didn't want to discuss the Galilean alliance with Dante at all. He was tired of it.

Because of some people, he even hated the Galilean alliance.

Had it not been for the native Galer people who wrote their own legends on this land, left their own glorious deeds, and deeply loved Kaidao and the lovely people on this land... Maest actually wanted to leave.

"The old aristocrats don't want to bow their heads..." maeste muttered, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, I don't want to bow my head."

"Why don't they want to? Aren't they the one who caused this?"

"Why did the Shenzhou Austria League find someone to make trouble in the championship regardless of the afterwards influence? Needless to say, I can guess that they must not only offend the Shenzhou Austria League, but also eat other people's share?"

"The league is the most important face. If you lose face, you will be suspected in the future. Therefore, the Shenao League turned its face and became angry!"

"All the benefits are taken by yourself. I still want people not to be angry. There is no such good thing in this world!"

It hasn't changed. It really hasn't changed.

The faces of those nobles are really ugly for decades!

In their eyes, spirit competition is only a means to attract money. If it is not for the improvement of the importance and popularity of competition, they are also superior to the trainers.

He is pretentious and thinks he is superior. He has few talents and a lot of rules.

Aristocratic etiquette, aristocratic words and deeds, that is, up to now, some people use such a set of behavior to try to distinguish themselves from ordinary people.

The alliance has ruled for more than 100 years, and the family is declining, but they are still immersed in the glory of the past.

If he hadn't passed the age of hot-blooded impulse, when he heard about the fake game, Maest would break into the conference room and ask how many people were involved. How many people ate heartless black money instead of informing the league and investigating the relevant people in detail.

If you rush into the meeting room, Maest thought, you will hit the table with one punch and ask the group of people

You call yourself noble. Apart from your style, where do you appear noble?

From a civilian, maeste worked hard with his elves, constantly overcoming strong enemies along the way, and finally reached the summit of Galer, and it was 18 years since he reached the summit.

In addition to their origins, what is there about those nobles that can compare with themselves?

Those forest rangers who work and rest upside down and climb mountains and rivers in order to protect the forest have worked hard to protect trees and elves all their lives.

Fruit farmers who cultivate fruit trees in the mountains work hard in cold and summer, spring and autumn, just to transport mature trees and fruits to all parts of Galer in the harvest season.

The researchers in the laboratory who pursue the mysteries of elves, poor and bright, sit in front of their desks, blink for a lifetime, and constantly open up the boundary of people's cognition of elves with research and discovery.

There are many people like them who work hard and devote themselves to their work.

Why do these nobles have a sense of superiority in front of these people who strive to live?

Looking back on the past, Maest suddenly felt that he had made a wrong decision.

Before retiring, I didn't smash the table in the conference room. It seems that I'm sorry for my youth.

"If you really want to worry about the dispute between them, then stay in Kaidao and rest for a while and don't play for the time being," said Maest. "Anyway, your points are far ahead of the second place."

Maest turned his back, looked at the direction of Galer and murmured, "don't think. The more you think, the more annoying you will be."

After pondering for a long time, Dante asked, "master once said that as long as you have enough strength, you can make Galer better."

"Over the years, I have been running around, making myself stronger, trying to participate in the construction of Galer and maintain the public security of Galer..."

"I always thought it was useful to do so until Luther came to Galer and so many things happened..."

"Master, did I really do it right?"

"Am I not good enough, or am I not strong enough?"

Maestro sighed. Instead of looking back, he looked at the green grass ahead and the rolling mountains in the distance.

Dante's eyes must flash with eagerness, right?

Maestro really doesn't want to see that look.

Since when has the important task of Galer's rise been maintained on a champion?

Maest didn't play charades. He went to Dante and patted him on the shoulder.

"Little Dandan... It's not me or you who can make Galer better."

"Ten years ago, Galer coastal enterprises dumped pollutants, resulting in a large number of migration of elves along the coast and no vitality under the sea."

"Although the alliance has been covering the lid, many trainers along the coast will sneak into the polluted seabed with their own elves and try their best to clean up the pollutants."

"Elves who do not want to leave their homes are also constantly fighting against pollutants and trying to clean their polluted homes."

"Before the alliance made up its mind to renovate, in fact, many sea areas have recovered their vitality, the sea water has become blue, and wild elves have settled again."

"What can make him better is the people and elves living in this land."