Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1217 - 3 Elder Council

Chapter 1217: Chapter 3 Elder Council

"Crash," like the sound of a cup being smashed, an old voice bellowed amidst the shattering of crystal, "I knew what Undead were when you still didn’t even know where you were, let alone you, even your mother was still breastfeeding. How dare you ask me if I know what Undead are? I should be the one asking you, you imbecile. I doubt your intelligence is much higher than that of a fairy outside!"

"Eh? Am I involved too?" A dazed female voice with a blurry tone said, "It’s been a long time since I’ve had milk, oh, you’ve made me crave it. I’ll go to the ranch later, it seems just right that a few big-footed deer have had babies. I’ll share some of their milk, yep, that’s happily decided."

"Stop playing dumb here." Another old male voice scolded as he banged on the table, "Can’t your family be normal for once? Every generation is the same. Didn’t the goddess give you a sound will and a normal brain?"

"I can’t pretend I didn’t hear that." A strange female voice, hoarse and low yet full of energy as if ready to leap up and hit someone said furiously, "As if all of your brains are normal. Besides, what’s wrong with our family? Do you have a problem with us? Little thing, it seems too much time has passed, and you’ve forgotten what this magic staff has done. Don’t you move a muscle; let me remind you of the lessons from the past."

"Have you had enough of playing around, have you?" Bang, bang, bang, another person joined in, hitting the table, "This is the Elder Council, a place for meetings, not for you to argue. You lunatics have been arguing here for thousands of years. The Forest Tribe’s reputation is almost completely ruined by you. And you’ve smashed over six thousand tables and twenty-eight thousand chairs in the three hundred years alone. Even if these are cheap goods from the human world, this isn’t the way to waste them, damn it. Who is going to handle this budget? It’s still up to me to figure out a solution."

"Are you stupid, huh? Are you stupid? How do you think the Elder Council should hold a meeting?" The familiar female voice immediately shifted targets and scolded, "This is how the Elder Council should meet. How can we discuss issues without arguing and smashing tables? Do you know how?"

"Exactly! I sure don’t know, you teach me, why don’t you?" The once heard male voice chimed in, "These last few years it’s your turn to be the rotational chairperson, and now you begin to worry about the tables and chairs? Seven hundred years ago, when you joined the Elder Council, you were the hardest hitter. Didn’t hurt back then, did it? Also, who the hell told you we were playing? We’re discussing issues here seriously. Do you understand, you Dwarf brain?"

"Don’t think just because you suddenly spoke up for me, I’d forget you compared my intelligence to a fairy’s." The familiar female voice roared back, "The last time you had a head injury, did they fix it with arrow-steel wood? And did they also fill up the cavity in your skull?"

"That’s because you first said a piggo was smarter than me, damn it." From the sound of it, another cup shattered, and the male Elf angrily retorted, "I just doubt whether you have truly seen Undead, you idiot queen. Have you seen Undead like those?"

"The Undead I’ve seen are more numerous than the leaves you’ve seen in your lifetime, you piece of mellan grass. No, that’s wrong. Mellan grass has a fuller core than your empty brain," the one called the idiot queen yelled furiously, "In another world, the Undead I’ve seen can be counted in billions. Do you, the piggo, even know what a billion is? You don’t even have to count to a billion; just counting the digits would be too much for you, and now you dare doubt my judgment."

"So what if you’ve seen a lot of Undead? Does that mean you can’t be wrong? You’ve seen so many humans, does that mean you can’t mistake one for another?" A new voice also threw itself into the fray, sounding like a middle-aged man, but clearly just as irate, "You’ve seen many Undead, but have you ever seen Undead that instead of swarming to attack the living, queue up in line by themselves? Can that even be considered Undead? You fool."

"If they are not Undead, then what are they, your relatives?" Her Majesty the Queen retorted without a thought, "You’ve seen only a few Life Tree Branches and you really think you’ve been to God’s Gifted Land? Stupid behavior! Let me tell you, not just the self-queueing Undead, I have also seen Undead that play dodgeball with their own heads, inviting others to join. I have seen Undead, bored out of their skulls, hang themselves from the ceiling and pose as Crystal Energy lamps pretending to be furniture. Just because you idiots haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean such things don’t exist."

"That’s a special case, don’t you understand the difference between a special case and a general case in common language?" The initial raspy male voice seemed to be hitting the table with a cane, roaring, "You’ve seen Undead play dodgeball, but have you ever seen Undead form queues for battle? Have you seen Undead dig defensive trenches? Have you ******* seen Undead dismantle their own bones to create defensive equipment?"

"Eh? Why call on me again, I definitely haven’t seen that." Clearly, the silly voice belonged to Her Majesty’s mother,"However, I also think that these Undead’s behavior is very strange, and they are likely preparing something."

"Right, right?" Amid the chaos, an unknown voice boasted loudly, "Even your mother agrees with us, they’re definitely preparing some conspiracy behind this. That’s why we should strike first now, break into their blockade, and see what exactly they are preparing for, you idiot are now wanting to keep a truce and fall right into their plot."

"What if there is no conspiracy? The forces of the various powers are not yet fully in place, rashly starting a war, who will take responsibility if it fails, you?" Her Majesty snapped, "It’s easy for you to just say words, but your careless statement could cost millions of lives, can you bear that responsibility?"

"Hmm, this time I do stand on my granddaughter’s side," the oldest female voice concurred. "Regardless of the reason, rashly starting a war is always bad."

"What are they arguing about?" From the other side of the room, a laid-back voice inquired, "This tea tastes really good."

"I don’t know, I’m not interested in this topic, so I didn’t listen, I’ll join in when it’s about something I care about," another voice said nonchalantly, "Look, with this stroke, the painting is perfect."

"Hmm, indeed not bad," a third voice commented. "But being too perfect is also a flaw, tsk, they are really noisy."

"Clash", there was the sound of a cup shattering and liquid splashing.

"Damn, you bunch of Thorny Trees, ruining my painting."

Thus, the war intensified.