winter era

Chapter 129 The Hope of the Nobles

No one will feel that their life is too little.No one feels that way.

If you want to say that those artists say that life is only brilliant at that moment, they are purely talking nonsense.If death is truly good, why are they still alive to say this to us?Just a bunch of liars.

It is true that there are indeed righteous people who sacrifice their lives for righteousness in this world. Their spirits are like platinum, sacrificing themselves for the dreams in their hearts to achieve the heaven they hope for.But more people in this world are ordinary people. For example, those nobles don't have any idea of ​​sacrificing themselves for others.They always think about how to make themselves live longer.

It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just human nature.Anyone wants to live longer than others. This can be known from the noble who tried to extend his life with blood and barbarian rituals 20 years ago and was finally arrested.He spent the lives of at least 400 people trying to extend his own life by a month.He claimed to feel refreshed by the ritual, but in fact the mages' research showed that it was purely psychological, and that the unlucky fellow had been tricked.

It would be fine if it was just this one person. In fact, before the research report of the mages appeared, the so-called secret ritual of the barbarians quickly spread among the nobles, and spread to the entire country at a speed that would scare even a plague. every corner of theAs a result, the abnormal death probability of the poor rose sharply in that year, an increase of at least [-] percentage points year-on-year.

From this point, it can be seen a little bit that the nobles are obsessed with their own lives.They are not even willing to face the correct view but stubbornly use their own feelings to judge their behavior.There is no one who is not blind at this point in life.

Every nobleman trying to prolong his life is like a mouse crossing the street, doing experiments and calculations little by little.They use mortal ideas that are completely different from the supernatural system commonly used in the world to calculate their own lifespan.Although [-]% is meaningless, every nobleman who conducts this kind of experiment will be treated as a hero by the entire noble class if it is revealed.Although as a price, these heroes are usually happily taken by mages to light sky lanterns as experimental toys.

No one in this world can stand against the Imperial Mages.And the Imperial Mages expressly prohibits any lifespan research, if it is prohibited, then all the protection on them will disappear.The research mentality of the mages on the noble spirit is no less than that on those demons and undead.They are still more curious about the difference in the bearing capacity of people in different educational environments.

Are the nobles satisfied with this unfairness?of course not.They were nobles, real nobles.Has a noble lineage and a relatively good educational environment.But they had to live and die with those mud legs.

This is really unacceptable, there is no way to bear such a thing.

"We don't want to share the same life with those mud-legged people. We are nobles, we have noble blood and origin, why some of us don't live as long as those untouchables who crawl in the fields? Should have a long and long lifespan like those elves, but unfortunately, we don't have that ability. Because we are human."

Modric hammered the mahogany table in front of him with a painful face, a pair of dark red pupils shone with ominous red flames, and his beard and hair shone against the cold wind of the dark night as if they were burning.But those nobles didn't care about this, they became blind and fanatical as if they were led by something.Subconsciously listening to Modric's voice.A ray of dark red, like an abyss, was ignited in the dirty and filthy soul.

However, these nobles were completely unaware of their abnormality.They just felt that Modric in front of them was no longer an ordinary bartender, but a real powerful man.Every word he uttered is so convincing, and every voice is full of charm that reflects people's hearts.It feels like a cry bursting out from the depths of a person's soul, and people can't help but choose to follow his rhythm.All the nobles present had a feeling of uneasiness and anxiety in their hearts as if something was burning.The subconscious suitor, the bartender, wanted him to continue talking.

They didn't notice that no matter whether they were originally black, blue or green, the eyeballs were now invariably stained with the same scarlet red as Modric.The dazzling color is like the dazzling magma in the magma pool, surging with some kind of explosive emotion, bringing waves of scorching heat and anxiety.

What the little bartender said was fucking awesome, wasn't he?Why can those bastards live like nobles?They're just mudlegs, mudbloods, things in the ground.It just so happens that they look the same as the nobles, and they don't even have the same blood as the nobles.What qualifications do these bastards have to live as long as the nobles?

There is no reason, there is no such reason.Totally wrong, isn't it?

They should live and die in their mud, like the flies.But now they have the same lifespan as the nobles, which is not fair to the nobles at all.Nobles and Mudbloods have the same lifespan, which is so annoying.

"We all know that the mages of the Imperial Mage Corps are not allowed to conduct life research without permission. I believe their starting point is good. After all, we don't understand the world over there, and it is very likely that we have touched some taboos that lead to some bad situations. But this is not a reason to imprison us, we should pursue life. We need more time to perfect our thoughts. The mages do not allow experiments on life, and the church also scoffs at this aspect. But I I recently got help from a mage who gave me a whole new perspective."

The nobles stopped breathing one after another, looking expectantly at the bartender who was once despised by them on the stage.His face was full of longing and extravagance.Hopefully that man will be able to say what is the perfect choice for them.And the once despised little nobleman Modric looked at the scene that had become a bit sulfurous, but a strange smile was outlined on his face.

"The mages didn't allow us to experiment with life, but he didn't stop us from making some transactions. Well, why don't we choose the contract with the demons and use their power in exchange for eternal life?"

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