"As I said, the concept of the supremacy of the Condensers also distinguishes different factions. The radicals believe that they are extraordinary nobles. Their moral principles constrain their nature. They should break the shackles and release their extraordinary power.
"
Osana also stood up from her seat, walked to the aisle of the bus, and crossed Bologo to stand with the disabled people.
"Reflected in the situation, they are the independent faction of the Secret Group, eager to get rid of the constraints of the Bureau of Order. Only in this way can they carry out their own ideas unscrupulously."
"You said you were a truther." Bologo remembered Osana's words.
"I still agree with the idea of the supremacy of the Sublime Ones," Osana continued, "but I think that while the Sublime Ones have a noble status, they also have to shoulder heavy responsibilities."
"for example?"
"For example, leading mankind, promoting the progress of the world, and creating a more perfect society."
Boluogo understood what Osana meant. Her ideals were similar to those of the Bureau of Order, but the difference was that the Bureau of Order only regarded the sublimers as a special type of work, while Osana made the sublimers beautiful.
Deification, like the angel of salvation.
"Look at my hometown, the Hidden Land, although it still has many shortcomings, some of the ideas have been realized here, haven't they?
Secret energy, this miraculous power to reverse reality, we can draw endless energy from the ether, and we can use alchemical technology to cure stubborn diseases. Even those who suffer from depression can use the Ethereal School to
, to reconstruct the mind.”
Osana thought about the wonderful future, her tone was light, then became heavy, "That is indeed a beautiful idea, but judging from the current situation, before the truth faction succeeds, the radical faction will ruin it all.
Just like the eternal blood tax, the condensers and ordinary people will become completely different species... I don't like that kind of world."
Bologo could feel the idealism exuding from Osana, as well as the traditional aristocratic spirit, power and responsibility wrapped around her.
"So the Truth Faction does not want the Secret Group to become independent. We want to continue to maintain a cooperative relationship with the Order Bureau and use the Order Bureau to restrict the radicals, thereby buying time and gaining more parliamentary seats for the Truth Faction."
Boluogo finally heard some useful words, "In other words, you are on the side of the Order Bureau, right?"
"It looks like this now. I want to try my best to promote cooperation between the two," Osana said again, "otherwise, I will not take you into the hidden land."
"What about your father, Fabien?" Bologg asked again, "Can you represent his will?"
Osana hesitated and shook her head, "I don't know."
"What's wrong?"
"My father was an idealist. The person I am today is largely due to his influence."
Osana decided to tell the truth to Bologo, "but since he became the herald of the Council of the Sages, he seems to have become a different person."
"which aspect?"
"It's like... someone has smoothed the edges and given up on his ideals," Osana said with a touch of sadness, "He no longer mentions these things and only focuses on serving the Council of Sages."
Bologna was thoughtful, but said nothing.
Putting aside Fabien's matter, during this period, Bologo would think about it from time to time. If the Secret Group wanted to maintain a strong resistance, they should not let the Order Bureau and his team set foot in the Secret Land.
This is tantamount to letting the enemy's sharp knife pierce your heart.
Now it seems that this is Osana operating in secret, and the existence of the Bureau of Order and his team is a check and balance tool for the radicals of the Pravda Party.
It doesn't feel good to be taken advantage of, but if Bologo's goal can be achieved, Bologo doesn't mind treating this as a win-win cooperation.
"Okay, but why me?" Bologo asked again.
"Because you won't die, I want to make sure that no matter what happens, someone must know what happened."
"It seems that you are not optimistic about the current situation." Bologo said.
"If I were optimistic enough, I wouldn't put my hope in the Bureau of Order," Osana paused and then said, "In any case, this is an internal matter within the Secret Group."
After a long journey, the bus finally arrived at the end. The door opened, but no one chose to get off the bus. Seeing that the atmosphere was still a bit stiff, Bologo took the initiative to speak.
"Aren't you leaving yet? If you don't go back for too long, it may attract the attention of the radicals."
Only then did the disabled people move their hands, and their eyes fell on Boluogo. Then they got off the car one by one and stood in a row outside, like soldiers waiting for orders.
Boluogo was the last person to get out of the car. He didn't have time to observe the situation around him. The woman he had been talking about took the initiative to come up.
"Yolanda."
She smiled and held out her hand to Bologna.
"To be honest, I always thought that you guys who are isolated from the world will only appreciate old operas and will not watch new things like movies at all." Boluogo shook hands with her politely.
"How come, these new things are very popular in the Hidden Land," Yolanda said. "The only regret is that the area is remote, so we often have to wait longer than you."
Boluogo likes this woman, of course, mainly because she has the same hobbies as him. Compared with power, status, and wealth, the immortals who have gone through the years often care more about personal preferences. Unknowingly, Boluogo
Some of Ge's behaviors are gradually becoming what was mentioned in textbooks.
"Yannis."
On the bus, the "boyfriend" sitting next to Yolanda nodded slightly to Bologo and introduced his identity.
Boluogo looked at the two of them, and then at Osana, "Are they your attendants among the disabled?"
"A friend, not a servant." Osana emphasized.
"Well, it's not bad. It's much better than the two before you." It was Soti and Rolf who Bologgot mentioned.
Recalling their aloof appearance, Boluogo asked again, "Are they the spies planted by the radicals around you?"
"As the Duke of Rhapsody, I am not that weak yet," Osana tried to defend the two of them, "They are actually very good people, but..."
"It just fits the stereotype of extraordinary nobles too much?" Bologo said and laughed.
Looking around, Boluogo found that he was in a group of low buildings. Most of the buildings looked dilapidated. The masonry on the walls peeled off, revealing the wooden structure and gray cement inside. Some buildings even had no windows and door panels.
Broken and incomplete.
The narrow streets are filled with all kinds of garbage, including rotten food, broken furniture, discarded clothing, and abandoned broken electrical appliances. These garbage are thrown in the corners, emitting a foul smell.
Due to the smell, the shops on both sides of the street are either closed or running some insignificant business. Vendors set up stalls on the street, selling some second-hand items picked up from the garbage dump.
"It's hard to imagine that there is such a place in heaven on earth," Osana said.
"Fortunately, I am a more realistic person, and I never think that heaven on earth really exists," Boluogo said. "Oath City Opos is beautiful, right, but it also has similar places, and it is more sinister than this."
.”
Boluogo looked down at the sewage flowing by his feet. He actually felt a bit familiar and nostalgic. This reminded him of the Shenbei District where he first lived, and he didn't know how the construction of that area was now.
, and those friends who live in Shenbe District. Although Bologo has not much contact with them, they still occupy a place in Bologo's memory.
"Let's go."
Osana led Bologo forward, and the team dispersed, with many people disappearing into the shadows. In the end, only Yolanda and Yannis followed behind them.
Like a tourist, Bologo witnessed the shadows beneath the brightness of the hidden land.
Wasteland City is the name of this place. Almost all the disabled people live here and are isolated from the sublimation people regionally.
Boluogo saw many thin people living here. They were wearing simple clothes and walking expressionlessly on the streets. Their eyes were full of exhaustion and helplessness. They seemed to be used to this difficult life. Children were in the garbage dump.
Playing inside, swarms of flies were flying in the air.
The security situation here is not optimistic either. Tramps and homeless people can be seen everywhere in the streets. Some of them spend long days sleeping, and some get drunk and fight in the alleys. When night falls, this city becomes
Even more dangerous, unguarded dark streets have become a hotbed of crime, with robberies and assaults occurring from time to time.
This dilapidated urban area is like a huge slum. Under the invisible class of the Hidden Land, these people have no way out. What is even more desperate is that they cannot even leave the Hidden Land.
"You know? These people have more or less aristocratic blood," Osana said.
"Could one of them be a distant relative of yours?"
"I guess so."
Without a certain bloodline, none of these people can become disabled people... Maybe not becoming disabled people is a good thing.
"It is still extremely difficult to build a city like the Hidden Land, even with condensers and huge resources, not to mention that you are still limited by population."
Seeing this chaotic and dilapidated scene, Boluogo said naturally, "There should be more cruel shadows, I haven't seen them yet."
"Yes, and what's even more frightening is that even I can't see those shadows."
Even after becoming the Duke of Rhapsody and at the top of the power of the Secret Group, Osana could no longer control everything. It was even said that as her power reached its peak, she could vaguely glimpse the huge shadow hidden under the ice.
.
"There are not only disabled people here, but also a lot of ordinary people, oh, that's true."
Boluogo spread his etheric perception and sensed the disabled people one by one. At the same time, he also discovered many ordinary people. After generations of changes, the disabled people with no hope lived in this dilapidated city. Their descendants
Without enough resources and qualifications to participate in the Holy Trial, the opportunity to change your destiny is completely lost.
They can't even leave the city, so they can only work in the hardest positions and become a resource under the concept of the Supreme Being.
Osana stopped. She felt that this was a safe place and spoke directly to Bologo.
"I have always hoped to reshape the Secret Group with my own power, but this is much more difficult than I imagined. Even if I stand at the top of power, I can only slightly improve their lives at most."
Osana continued, "I made my compromise and tried to accept the reality, but some recent events forced me to take action quickly."
Borrogo asked, "What happened?"
"Recently, a large number of missing people have appeared in the wasteland city," Yolanda said. She is responsible for most of the affairs of the disabled people. "The missing people are ordinary people. We have been investigating for a long time, but
No clues can be found."
"A crazy duke is behind your back, but you can't find out anything?"
As a professional, Boluogo had some dark thoughts in his mind. If he raised his eyes slightly, he could see the towering Holy Hub located in the hidden land.
Boluogo said quietly, "What do you think they are going to do with these missing persons?"
Before Osana could answer, Bologo immediately asked himself and answered, "It must not be a good thing anyway."
"I'm very worried that the Secret Group has become something I hate. This goes against my ideals," Osana said. "We should protect ordinary people instead of treating them as slaves."
"So you need the help of the Bureau of Order, even if in the eyes of others, you become a traitor to the Secret Group."
"Traitor?" Osana dismissed this, "If I win, they are the traitors."
Boluogo liked Osana's words. He closed his eyes and meditated. Many thoughts rushed through his mind. He thought of all the previous rumors, many speculations of the Bureau of Order, and things he had personally witnessed.
"Then why did you appear in the Hidden Land? Olivia."
The thoughts in Boluogo's heart were transmitted to Olivia's mind through the whistle, and the invisible red shadow answered in a cold tone.
"Make up for the mistakes I made."
"So the Regent is really something you created?"
Olivia didn't respond, but Boluogo guessed that she must be angry. Anyone who is directly pointed out their mistakes will have an instinctive reaction to defend themselves.
By accident, Bologo unraveled the entangled mysteries and got one step closer to the truth. At the same time, he also felt a little pressure from knowing the truth of the situation.
"I can probably guess what happened."
Bologo promised Osana, "I promise you, respected Duke of Rhapsody, that I can help you implement your ideals and reshape the Order of Secrets."
Osana said, "But the price is that I will become a puppet supported by you and control the secret group for you, right?"
"certainly."
Boluogo shrugged, "Everyone is a puppet, controlled by the so-called fate, but fortunately, you have the opportunity to choose a fate you like instead of being pushed by it."
Stretching out his hand, this time it was not a polite greeting, but a ceremony of signing an agreement. Bologger stared into Osana's eyes, and Osana hesitated and reached out to hold it.
"Do you need a contractor to witness it?" Osana asked.
"No need, I just remember."
Boluogo seemed to be overly arrogant and confident, but also seemed to be a confident threat.