Wim came rushing in with some bad news, making Hilda's brow furrow at once, though she wasn't surprised by it: "Is that so... Looks like they really did jump out."
"You guessed it?" Hao Ren looked at her strangely.
"There will always be people with different opinions." Hilda shrugged unconcernedly. "I managed to get most of the elves to support the Elder Council's decision. That already shows it reflects the will of the people. The rest will inevitably have different ideas. I knew from the start that someone would object; it's only a matter of how many. Wim, what did they say?"
"Some members of the Utopia Organization seem to be spreading the word on Darklight Island that this is a scam. A few other dissenting organizations are also calling on the public through various channels to question the truth behind the 'Great Migration,'" Wim said, glancing at Hao Ren with some embarrassment. "In short... they don't trust a group of foreigners of unknown origin. They especially don't believe something so generous could happen. They can't believe anyone would be generous enough to offer an entire planet to help a group of strangers."
Hao Ren had originally thought that once the Great Migration was settled, the Utopia Organization and similar dissenting groups in Erem society would simply fade away with the tide. After all, the resource crisis would be gone, and so would the reason for those organizations to gather. They had no reason to keep stirring things up—but he now realized that he was still too young, and had oversimplified some matters. Elves were just as complex-minded as humans. In other words, they often thought too much: the queen's announcement had barely ended before conspiracy theories appeared. Clearly, being a fool was a kind of faith. It didn't change