Black sail

Chapter 542 CLXXVI. Property Rights of Life

These corpses are Banu’s compatriots.

He couldn't believe that he had come to this point today, whether it was executing the priests of Black Rock City or participating in this massacre.

No matter how powerful the army is.

Under the butcher knife of the deputy chief of the largest violent agency in Old Alan, they were all defenseless and were slaughtered one-sidedly.

Banu's fingers were shaking a little...

It seems that I am not cut out for those powerful men in the Northern Prison who become braver as they kill more.

Zote had already noticed where the leader, or the priest, bishop and goddess were hiding, but he did not go there immediately.

Power is such a wonderful thing.

In fact, it does not exist. It is just a self-limitation based on imagination. Only in this way can despicable people be exposed and those who secretly follow their own will be purified.

Instead, Zote sat down on the edge of the ballast tank salt well and put his knife in there to stir it and wash away the blood.

Damn.

It seems like I forgot that this is a salt lake. It will easily rust if I do this, but it doesn't matter.

Warriors who cherish their swords are not good enough.

It's just a tool, like a pickaxe for digging ore, and a knife is just an iron tool that digs out souls.

Seeing Banu in a daze, Zote comforted him.

“Before I joined the Witch Hunt Secret Service, I was a bodyguard.

Protect all kinds of traveling merchants.

The biggest businessman I have ever met was a smuggler of cultural relics.

He once told me that there are only three ways for people to make money. One is through labor, and the other is through asset appreciation. However, people who only make money through these two ways are useless little characters.

The best way is halo and the spillover value generated by influence.

Do you understand what I mean? I now believe that God really exists, and maybe there really is a dragon of eternity and time.

It is because I am now wrapped in his halo that I have such great power.

But the biggest secret that the businessman told me is that behind these three points, in fact, all things, the essence of everything in the world is real estate.

And the Holy Spirit Church, the Eternal Sect, the Bishop of God, and the Northern God believed in by the people of Taiwan are also real estate in my opinion.

The land in people’s spirit can also be purchased and increased in value, and the property rights can be owned. All one needs to do is build wonders and then give alms.

But the essence of real estate is also a virtual attic in the air.

All things created by nature, including humans, are inherently free. If the sky doesn't take them away and the earth doesn't care, the gods can't interfere, right?

But because of real estate, your spirit is owned by the investors, and from the ancient times to the present day, the Western Continent has come into being.

Now you should understand the rules of the game.

You must become an investor and increase your influence. The spiritual land of human beings is limited.

There is only one way to purchase spiritual property rights, just like I did in Old Aram, so that those who secretly follow my will will have nowhere to hide. "

After washing the blood off the knife, Zote slowly stood up. He had already found the corner where the goddess was hiding and slowly walked towards there.

The girl hiding in the closet was crying and covering her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound.

Just a joke.

Zote's footsteps became heavier and heavier, becoming clearer and clearer in her ears. When he reached the closet and closed the door, his footsteps made a loud sound and he stepped on a body. She could hear the blood splattering from the rotting flesh under the pressure.

The girl was finally defeated by the invisible psychological pressure and choked with sobs.

Zote opened the shutters and used the torch to illuminate the girl inside.

What came into view was a terrifying face with a missing left eye and scratches from a wild beast.
Zote pulled her out directly, dragged her on the bloody ground by her hair. The girl screamed shrilly and struggled desperately, splashing pools of blood.

Zote dragged her in front of Banu, grabbing her terrified face with his bloody hands. Zote had no expression on his face. To him, this was just a job, like a bid maker printing texts for a land bid.

Suddenly.

Banu understood everything, it was just as Zote said.

Education in Mulong has been monopolized, state-run schools have become decorations, and all resources are tilted towards private schools. The upward channel is completely closed. Only those who are outstanding can become the best dogs of Mulong's comprador government and get a share of the soup.

Banu was a very smart man, but in this country that was not even as good as the Principality of Bema, his talent was not discovered, and he joined the resistance army at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Zote...

He received higher education.

As he said, everything is an illusory castle in the air, and all the logic of civilization is based on spiritual property rights.

Violence……

It can solve all problems, because the problem is an extension of violence, and a father will not kill his children.

The fear that penetrates deep into the brain.

Or maybe it’s an illusory blessing.

Only then can you purchase the property rights of human spirit.

But compared to the latter with deep roots, the former...

Most effective.

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Banu finally understood the rules of the game. He could now swing his butcher knife at anyone without hesitation. People in the world were too cowardly, but he had recovered and broken free from some kind of virtual debt.

He finally became the cellmate that Zote mentioned.

That guy is a perfectionist, his dad killed his dog and made him eat it without knowing it. The funniest thing is that he thinks he can no longer be a good person, so he has to go all the way and become a murderer.

"Do you want me to kill her?"

Bhanu asked calmly.

Zote was very pleased. Finally, after more than 20 years, he had the rank of soldier, officer and leader again.

“No need, I guarantee that even if she escapes from here, she won’t dare to come back and face me.

Mulon...

What a miserable nation.

People are longing for heroes to appear because they are too cowardly.

But they also hope that the hero will fall, which will make them glad that they did not stand up.

There are too many capitulationists in Ubolio’s camp.”

Some time ago, Zoth received a friendly offer from Sandra, the second-in-command of the Corrol Highlands Resistance Army, who expressed his willingness to transfer the princess to Black Rock City.

But something seemed to have happened along the way, and they still haven't arrived after such a long time.

But Sandra still did not give up, and was even willing to hand over the rear base, the Kolor Heights, directly to the Eternal Sect.

In this way, Zote could encircle and attack from the front and back, and not only kill Uporio and List, but also Crocodile Island, thus achieving great success.

Zote's men had already gone there, waiting for the chaos between the local enemies and the army, and then slaughtering them all.

Zote had long harbored murderous thoughts towards Crocodile Island, which had been disrespectful to him for a long time.

Yes.

Mulon is now completely under Zote's control. He has the highest administrative power over Black Rock City, Coral Highlands, and now even Salt Lake City.

Let’s fight a quick battle and end it quickly before the martial arts competition on the mainland begins.

Zoth was just about to chop off the girl's feet and use the goddess as a hostage to lure out more priests and bishops. These guys might be the strongest hidden resistance force of Muron, at least for the Eternal Sect.

"Captain, there's a man on deck. He's quite powerful. He's shaken off many heavily armored priests and even knocked down several Swords of Time."

A pastor quickly ran over to remind them.

Zote raised his eyebrows. This statement was a bit exaggerated. Even on Crocodile Island, there was a monster wearing full plate armor, and there was also the even more terrifying Sword of Time.

"Do you know the origin?"

“It was the one-armed man who kidnapped Priest Sharon in Black Rock City a few days ago. He said he wanted to talk to you.

"Huh?"

Zote was trying to capture his enemies in his mind. He always killed them all without leaving any trouble, but he couldn't find a suitable person.

Must go and see.

(End of this chapter)