Lansander, who was shocked by Shar's words, asked blankly: "Although I know that you have no interest in becoming a god, and if you want to do it, you don't need to use something that may not be suitable, but... you haven't thought about leaving.

To your own men?

Don't tell me that your group of moon elves have also benefited, please... If those demigod creatures can really be completely controlled by you, how can the gods of Trasil dare to really bring them into their own kingdom for reuse?

ah!

Even if I don't think about it carefully, I can figure it out... You can only ask them not to do something, but you can't ask them to do something, right?"

Hill nodded blankly: "What's wrong? Isn't that the child I trained?"

"That tree gave away all your children in one breath." Shar looked at him without blinking, "The children born after that may not be the children you raised."

Hill raised his head and thought for a moment, then tilted his head again: "What does that have to do with it?

The underlying convention I set for that tree is not so easy to erase.

Even if the children born after him will no longer pay attention to me, it will not violate..."

Shar raised her hand slightly: "Forget it, stop talking for now and let me take a moment."
Chapter completed!