Big Capitalist

Chapter 512 Support

When Stacy slowly stepped down from the stag cart accompanied by Merlin, she seemed to have stepped into a completely different world.

In front of her, a large group of elf compatriots were cheering enthusiastically. The scene was like a surging wave that instantly submerged her.

These elves held high in their hands carefully crafted signs, on which the colorful words and lifelike portraits of Stacy were particularly eye-catching.

"Stacy, we will always support you!"

Words like "Welcome Stacy, you are the Moon Saint!" were heard everywhere.

They waved the signs in their hands vigorously and shouted at the top of their lungs, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

Stacy's posters appeared one after another in the crowd, like a sea of joy.

For a moment, Stacy felt her brain go blank and she fell into an extreme trance.

She stood there blankly, her eyes full of disbelief, as if everything before her was just an illusory dream.

She never thought that after experiencing the cold eyes and opposition from the elves in Andalia, she would receive such enthusiastic support here.

Merlin looked at Stacy's shocked expression, a relieved smile appeared on his face, he patted her shoulder gently and said: "Let me tell you, Stacy, there are still many people who support you to be the Moon Saint."

Stacy finally woke up from her dream and was shocked by the enthusiasm of her fellow elves.

She quickly grabbed Merlin's arm, her eyes full of anxiety and confusion, and asked, "President Merlin, what is going on? Why do so many elves support me?"

Merlin smiled and patiently explained, "In Andalia, almost all pure-blooded elves live there. They are deeply influenced by traditional concepts, and driven by the theory of bloodline, they naturally tend to support Alicia, who also has noble pure blood. In that city, the number of low-level elves is pitifully small, not to mention half-elves."

He pointed at the enthusiastic elves around him and continued, "But Crescent City is different. It is located on the edge of the Elf Forest. Most of the people living here are low-level elves and half-elves like you. When they learned that a half-elf like you was recognized by the Moon God and had the opportunity to become the Moon Saint, their excitement was simply indescribable."

Merlin's expression became serious, and he said slowly: "Stasi, you have to know that among the elves, the theory of bloodline is like a heavy mountain, which has long been suffocating the low-level elves and half-elves. Low-level elves are subject to many restrictions in terms of resource allocation and learning skills. It is extremely difficult for them to stand out. The situation of half-elves is even more difficult. They have been excluded from the mainstream elf society since birth. They don't even have the qualifications to enter the core circle of elves, and can only struggle on the edge of society."

Stacy listened quietly, feeling the same pain as her compatriots. Her eyes revealed sympathy and helplessness.

Merlin looked at Stacy and said firmly, "But your appearance is like a ray of light that breaks through the darkness, bringing them unprecedented hope. They see the possibility of identity transformation in you. They think that if you can successfully serve as the Moon Saint, it means that half-elves and low-level elves may also be able to break the shackles of bloodline, step into a higher position, and gain equal opportunities and respect. After being oppressed by the theory of bloodline for so many years, they are so eager for change, and you are their hope. That's why they support you so enthusiastically, hoping that you can represent them to break the seemingly indestructible class barriers."

As Stacy listened to Merlin's words, a complex emotion surged in her heart. She was deeply moved by her compatriots, but also felt the heavy responsibility on her shoulders.

She looked at the expectant eyes around her, and her eyes gradually became moist.

At this time, an older half-elf walked out of the crowd. He was slightly hunched over, his face full of the vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were sparkling with excitement.

He walked up to Stacy and said respectfully, "Miss Stacy, we all hope that you can become the Moon Saint. For so many years, we half-elves and low-level elves have been living in the shadows, without dignity and without a future. You are our hope. If even you cannot succeed, then we really don't know what else we can hope for."

Stacie quickly held his hand and said with a trembling voice, "Don't worry, I will definitely work hard. For everyone and for myself, I will definitely go all out to fight for the position of Moon Saint."

When the elves around heard what Staci said, they immediately burst into warm cheers.

"Come on, Staci!"

"We believe you!"

Shouts rose one after another, echoing in the sky above Crescent City.

In this warm atmosphere, Stacy felt an emotion she had never experienced before. She knew that she was no longer fighting alone. Behind her, there were countless compatriots who were eager to change their destiny and supported her.

And she will also carry this heavy expectation and bravely embark on the difficult journey to compete with Alicia for the Moon Saint.

In the quiet atmosphere of the Arcane Academy, Merlin, who had just returned, sat in the chair of the Student Union President's office, looking a little tired, and couldn't help yawning.

The sunlight came through the window and shone on his slightly messy hair.

At this time, Yuna walked in with light steps, holding a cup of steaming coffee in her hand, and gently placed it on the desk in front of Merlin.

Yuna frowned slightly, with concern and inquiry in her eyes, and said, "President, you know about Andalia's actions against Stacy, right?"

Merlin picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said slowly: "Of course I know. Those guys in the Moon Temple are really impatient. Stacy had been carefully hidden by the Isabella family before, but since she obtained the qualification of the Saint, the news about her quickly spread within just one day. Even the past of her mother, the previous Saint of the Star, was dug up. If you say there is no human push behind this, I absolutely don't believe it."

Yuna crossed her arms, her expression serious, and asked, "Then President, don't we need to fight back? Let them smear Staci like this?"

Merlin put down his coffee cup, leaned back in his chair, looked at Yuna calmly, and said, "No need. After all, these things are facts in themselves. Forcibly refuting them may backfire. Moreover, this matter is not entirely a bad thing. Think about it, for the elves in Andalia, even if Stacy and her mother's identities were not spread, would they like Stacy's half-elf origin? The answer is obviously no."