0354 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 60)
As for human blood, which is indispensable to every noble and can be equivalent to hard currency, there are naturally relatively strict and appropriate rules in the Royal Court of Fanbaea.
Specifically, blood donation is paid in Shangcheng District and blood collection is voluntary in Xiacheng District.
The higher the rank of extraordinary beings, the greater the profits they can get from selling their own blood. Some human magicians who hang out in the upper city and are obsessed with research and not interested in business even make a living by selling blood and live quite comfortably.
The blood of the poor in the Lower City is regularly collected in batches by the House of Commons. The appropriate population ratio means that such dedication will not affect the normal work of the working population at the bottom, and they can even get a glorious day off on blood collection day.
The continuation or even promotion of the noble bloodline is not an easy task. If the nobles of the Vanbaia Court are lucky enough to experience a population explosion, then they will easily absorb a large number of "savages" who long for a safe life from the wilderness, and come to
Maintain the balance of blood supply.
The vast majority of nobles would rather sit by the fireplace in their own castle, watch the laser-projected high-definition color TV, listen to the "Vibrato" perfectly immersive surround sound, and taste the blood contained in precious crystal vessels.
Occasionally, some unreasonable guy who wants to taste wild game will go to the downtown area and bite a few poor people to death, and pass down the urban legend of "spreading bat-like wings and sucking people into mummies", and no one will interfere.
But such a thing is impossible to happen in the uptown area. There are either extraordinary beings or slaves of the strong. If you randomly attack a bad old man wearing pajamas with half-moon eyes on the street, you may be blasted into pieces by a disintegration spell.
Dregs.
And even if a noble attacked a civilian and was killed, it was still self-defense.
In fact, similar rules also apply to Xiacheng District. It's just that although it can be "legitimate" there, no one has the ability to "defend".
Seeing Sister A saying she understood, but actually still looking unconcerned, 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 play with ease now.
If you make one wrong move, even with Blood Candle Castle as your backing, you may never be able to get back important things. The strong people here have this level of strength and power.
At that time, if the teacher wants to make up for our mistakes regardless of the cost, the only way may be war. A war that will destroy the world. Your and my current strength are not even qualified to be cannon fodder. A war between high-ranking gods.
In a sense, this seems to be a worse development than the world in which I destroyed my hometown with my own hands.
The teacher chose such a place for me to compete with Senior Bi Xi, it’s really...crazy."
Hearing this, Ai Luogensi laughed, stroked Zhen Cheng's head with her free hand and said, "Hahahaha... This is the only thing I like about her.
You are right, I still have this kind of self-knowledge about what kind of opponents I cannot win. But you also said, what we can't do is just 'now'.
One day, we will also be able to call the wind and rain on this land and do whatever we want!"
She cast her clear and clear eyes out the window, like a dreamer awakened by a word.
Sister A's words were just casual comfort, but Zhen Cheng knew it in his heart. It might not be too far to be able to run around and do whatever he wants in this area.
The premise is that she can survive forever... and win.
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Among the returning caravans, most of the goods have been dispersed to various places in Xiacheng District along the way.
Before Zhen Cheng conquered the four major gangs, Master Logist had never even dared to imagine such efficient work.
Gu made unified arrangements this time. He only needed to submit the detailed allocation of each cavalry team, and Ms. Gesha over there would coordinate and organize the subsequent handover matters on her own. There was no need for the caravans to handle the long and cumbersome handovers like usual.
matters.
This time he 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 Count Constable. After finishing the journey that day, he stayed at the inn of the Craftsman Gang.
Although there is no night in most areas of the unified universe, the area around the hotel does seem to be in the dead of night.
When those secret conversations lurking in the shadows were taking a nap, a slovenly old man in ragged clothes climbed out of the window on the first floor of the hotel and quietly walked to the back stable.
The animals that were awakened by the rustling just glanced at the old man and 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, there are carts of huge wooden boxes. These mysterious goods transported from the Shabu Temple were handled quite easily. There was no unloading of the trucks, and no one was posted to guard them.
In fact, there is no need to guard them. The sizes of these boxes vary, but even the smallest one is far beyond the limit of human capacity. Let alone carrying it over the wall and escaping.
The old coachman did not waste time looking left and right. If there was a second person around, the animals would remind him.
He very naturally picked up the hatchet in the backyard from the pile of firewood, gently inserted it into the gap in the lid of the wooden box, and pried it hard...
The lid of the box didn't move at all.
The old coachman frowned. He felt that even if he pried off the hatchet, he would not be able to open the lid. This thing obviously had other means of insurance, such as a seal, an electromagnetic lock, or a magic circle.
But the more this happened, the more anxious the old coachman became 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, Master Logist was sitting quietly staring at a crystal ball that completely displayed the scene in the backyard.
Ms. Geisha can get the precious spiritual energy teapot, how could Master Logist not have some for his personal collection?
The most important thing is that he is more anxious than the old coachman to know what is in the box. But he can't do it himself.
The enclosed backyard, the goods placed in front of the livestock, the surveillance methods arranged in advance... everything was deliberately prepared for the old coachman.
In the crystal ball, I saw the old coachman taking out a small prop like a red wine corkscrew from his tattered and heavy woolen coat, kicking the wooden box and starting to make holes.
No matter what, he always felt that today's matter was a bit big and he had to give an explanation to the real master.
Three minutes later, the old coachman discovered that except for the strange opening of the lid, the box itself did not have any special protection.
With just a hand drill, he easily made a small hole.
Before I tried to look inside with a flashlight, a few tiny grains of powder leaked out of the holes in the legs of the box and fell into the hands of the old coachman.
Under the eternal dusk, the old coachman looked at the thing in his hand and his eyes widened. He couldn't help but scream out without even thinking about the possibility of being exposed: