Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 356 The Wisdom of Mortals

As for human blood, which makes every nobleman unavoidable and can be equivalent to hard currency, there are naturally relatively strict and proper rules in the Vanbia Royal Court.

Specifically, blood donation is paid in the upper urban area, and blood collection is voluntary in the lower urban area.

The higher the rank of the transcendent, the greater the benefits they can get from selling their own blood. Some human magicians who are in the upper city are obsessed with research and do not care about business, and even sell blood for a living, and live quite comfortably.

The blood of the poor in the lower urban area is regularly collected in batches by the House of Commons. The appropriate population ratio makes such dedication not affect the normal work of the bottom working population, and they can even get a glorious day off on the blood collection day.

The continuation and even development of noble blood is not an easy task.If the aristocrats of Vanbia's royal court are lucky enough to usher in a population explosion, they will easily absorb a large number of "savages" from the wasteland who yearn for a safe life to maintain the balance of blood supply.

The vast majority of nobles would rather sit by the fireplace of their own castle, watch the laser projection high-definition color TV, listen to the perfect and realistic surround sound of the "tremor technique", and taste the blood contained in the precious crystal vessel.

Occasionally, a wild and unrestrained guy wants to have a taste of wild game, so he goes to the lower city to kill a few poor people, and spreads the urban legend of "spreading bat-like wings and sucking people into mummies", and no one will interfere.

But such a thing is impossible in Uptown.There are either extraordinary people or servants of the strong.When you attack a bad old man wearing half-moon eyes and pajamas on the street, you may be blasted to pieces by a disintegration technique.

And even if nobles attacked civilians and were killed instead, they were still defending themselves legitimately.

In fact, similar rules also apply to the downtown area.It's just that although there can be "legitimate", no one has the ability to "defend".

Seeing that Sister A said she understood, but in fact still had a face of indifference, Zhen Cheng could only smile helplessly:
"It seems to be within reach, but in fact it is like walking on thin ice. A place like the unified universe is not a playground where you and I can handle things with ease.

One wrong step, even with the backing of Blood Candle Castle, they may never be able to get back the important things.The strong here have this level of strength and power.

At that time, if the teacher wants to redeem your and my mistakes regardless of the cost, the only way may be war.A war that will destroy the world, you and I are not even qualified for cannon fodder now, a war between high gods.

In a sense, this seems to be a worse development than the world where I personally destroyed my hometown.

The teacher chose such a place to let me compete with senior sister Bixi, it's really... crazy. "

Hearing this, Ai Luogensi laughed out loud, stroked the top of Zhen Cheng's head with her free hand, and said, "Hahahaha... This is the only thing I like about her.

You are right, what kind of opponent can't win, I still have such self-knowledge.But you also said that what we can't do whatever we want is just 'now'.

One day, we will also call the wind and rain on this land and do whatever we want! "

Zhen's clear eyes cast out of the window, like a dreamer awakened by a single word.

Sister A's words were just casual comfort, but Zhen Cheng knew it clearly in her heart.It might not be too far to be able to gallop freely and do whatever you want in this piece of land.

The premise is that she can survive...to win.

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In the returning caravan team, most of the goods have been scattered to various parts of the lower city along the way.

Before Zhen Cheng subdued the four major gangs, Mr. Logist had never even dared to imagine such an efficient work.

For this unified dispatch, he only needs to submit the detailed allocation of each horse team, and Ms. Gaisha over there will coordinate and organize the follow-up handover matters by herself. There is no need for the caravans to deal with the long and cumbersome handover matters like usual. .

This time, he himself will lead the team back to the North District, taking the opportunity to deal with some hands and feet that may be caught by Zhen Cheng or Earl Consreimu.After finishing the journey that day, I stayed at the hotel of the craftsman gang.

Although there is no night in most areas of the unified universe, the surroundings of the hotel are indeed in the dead of night.

At the time when the secret conversations lurking in the shadows had already taken a nap, a shabby old man in ragged clothes came out from the window on the first floor of the hotel, and quietly touched the back stable.

The livestock that were awakened by the rustling just glanced at the old man, then lowered their heads silently.They were all raised by the old man, the old coachman who drove Lord Logist.

In front of the livestock was a cart of huge wooden boxes.These mysterious goods transported from the Shabu Temple were handled quite conveniently.Neither the truck was unloaded nor guarded.

In fact, there is no need for guards.These boxes come in all sizes, but even the smallest ones are far beyond the limits of human capacity.Not to mention running away over the wall with it on your back.

The old coachman didn't waste time looking around.If there is a second person around, the livestock will alert him.

He picked up the hatchet in the backyard from the pile of firewood very naturally, inserted it into the gap of the wooden box lid lightly, and pried it hard...

The lid didn't budge.

The old coachman frowned.He felt that even if he pried off the hatchet, he couldn't open the lid of the box. This thing obviously had other means of insurance.Such as seals, or electromagnetic locks, magic circles and the like.

But the more this happened, the more eager the old coachman was to find out what was in the box.

What he didn't know was that in the upper room on the second floor of the hotel, Mr. Logist was sitting quietly staring at a crystal ball that fully presented the scene of the backyard.

Ms. Gaisha can get that precious aura teapot, so how could Mr. Logist not have some private collections?
Most importantly, he was more eager to know what was in the box than the old coachman.But he couldn't do it himself anyway.

The closed backyard, the goods placed in front of the livestock, the monitoring methods arranged in advance... everything is deliberately prepared for the old driver.

In the crystal ball, the old coachman took out a small prop like a wine corkscrew from his tattered and heavy woolen coat, kicked the wooden box and began to punch holes.

In any case, he always felt that today's matter was a bit big, and he had to give an explanation to the real master.

3 minutes later.The old coachman found that apart from the strangeness of the normally opened lid, the box itself did not have any special protection.

With only a hand drill, he easily made a small hole.

Before trying to peek inside with a flashlight, a few fine powders leaked out of the hole in the foot of the box and fell into the hands of the old coachman.

Under the dark and eternal twilight, the old coachman stared at the thing in his hand, and couldn't help but yell out, regardless of the possibility of exposure:
"How could it be... this?!"

(End of this chapter)