Three seconds after the respectful knock on the door, a cold voice sounded from inside: "Come in."
The beast Gesas opened the door and led his entourage into this study, which can be called a small library. It has a floor height of 7.7 meters and an area of 79 square meters. All the walls are inlaid with carved bookshelves carefully crafted by goblin craftsmen.
The ceiling is also covered with glass curtains. Behind the scenes are placed scrolls of inheritance made with secret techniques from ancient times. The floor is covered with a soft pink-purple charm carpet.
Although this was not his first time here, Gesas couldn't help but bend his waist lower every time he saw this luxurious room.
Let’s not mention the precious knowledge that will not be spread on the curtain at all. This pink and purple carpet alone will not make people have any rebellious intentions. You must know that Veela fur comes in many colors, and pink and purple can be said to be the rarest and most beautiful.
Coat color.
How many Veela must die to weave such a carpet?
Of course, Gesas did not think that the owner would use any illegal means for a carpet. According to the owner's personality, he would never display the dirt so openly, so this shows that this carpet is legal and legitimate.
artwork.
He guessed that the owner might have purchased it from the research institute, or it might have been a gift from a blood saint scholar. All products related to corpses were basically from the research institute.
Only a research institute that has mastery of all corpse resources can produce such a gorgeous and thrilling work of art "legally and compliantly".
Walking along the carpet through the forest of books, Gesas saw a desk that looked like a tree trunk. There were no lights in the room, and the pale red moonlight passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, split in half by the seats, and softly spread around the desk.
area.
The person on the seat was bathed in darkness. When he opened his green eyes, Gesas looked down at his toes, not daring to look directly at the elf.
"You don't look like you have good news for me, Gesas."
"We have found Ronald and dispatched two golden mouths and seven silver mouths, but because the 'Death Eaters' were too fierce, they escaped in the end." Gesas said quickly: "All black market medical doctors are here.
They are already being monitored by Woodpeckers and will definitely be caught by us once they seek treatment."
"Well, what else?"
"Although there is no witness information, from the shopping, garbage collection, etc., we can be sure that Igoura Borgin is hiding in the apartment of blood maniac hunter Amy Lexus. But Amy Lexus is a Moon Shadow tribe,
We are unable to conduct further searches."
"Even the Moon Shadow tribe is willing to protect him?" The elf was a little surprised: "Maybe he was deceived. Most of the Moon Shadows are simple-minded monsters... What else?"
"The 'Body Recovery Departments' of many affiliated hospitals have reported that when they recovered the bodies according to the coordinates given by the Crime Agency, no bodies were found; a crime branch in the upper district received a 'death signal'
We arrived at the crime scene within ten minutes, but no body was found, and we couldn’t even trace the traces.”
"Several sensational murder cases occurred in the lower district. The leaders of several gangs under the Eternal Wine Club suddenly went crazy and massacred their men. The murderer's body showed obvious traces of necromancy."
"A former member of the Wine of Eternal Life died in his sleep without any sign of resistance."
"Such a clean and skillful way of disposing of the body, as well as a controller-style modus operandi, it is obvious that the 'corpse lover' Archibald Harvey is seeking revenge."
Gesas said: "Based on the scope of his activities, we can basically tell that his stronghold is in the pig area. Give me another three days and I will definitely find him!"
"I don't doubt your ability to work, but you definitely can't find him."
The elf tapped the desk with his finger: "This necromancer has violated the taboos of the Blood Saint Clan. These days, the Crime Hunting Hall must be doing its best to track down his traces... Maybe while we are talking, he has been captured.
The blood mad hunter captured him and bled him like a pig, his memory was taken out and stripped of cocoons, and his corpse was broken down into various materials. Faced with enemies who can touch their interests, the blood saints always respect them without hesitation."
"Although no one has been arrested, these four are still good news. So..."
"What else?"
Gesas trembled all over, his knees softened, and he knelt down directly, pressing his forehead against the carpet. Even though his heart was clenched by boundless fear, his words were still smooth: "Sorry, Woodpecker really can't find anything about Asher Hiss."
There is no trace of him, no information at all.”
A chuckle came from behind the desk: "Under the glory of the blood moon, everyone is equal, not to mention that you are a two-winged magician, Gesas. You have been bathed in the rain of gold, so don't kneel down easily."
Faced with this seemingly comforting relief, Gesas did not dare to move at all. This proud man among the orcs still maintained the most humble posture, exposing his defenseless backside to his master's eyes.
Yes, like his master, he is a two-winged golden magician. If placed in other places, Gesas would not be on an equal footing with his master, but at least he would not be so humble... However, this is the Blood Moon Kingdom.
The law is God's will, and the rules are God's desires.
Unless you are willing to rebel from society, break away from civilization, turn into a beast, and not play this garbage game, even a legendary magician must follow social rules. In a game with rules, resources have the greatest say.
Power is a type of resource, a more important one, but it is not the only one. The more stable the society, the lower the resource value of power. In this civilized country that has been inherited for more than a thousand years,
Strength has only existed as a threshold, like a stepping stone like academic qualifications.
Non-magicians can only become the fuel of society. Although magicians are qualified to participate in this game, they are only qualified because this is a PVP game that started a thousand years ago, and there is no novice village.
In the low-level area, all new players who join will face enemies such as various guild bosses (entrepreneurs), gangsters (upper-class people), full-level players (legendary magicians) and even cheating players (Blood Moon Clan 2).
).
The most interesting thing is that although it is a PVP game, the society is a safe zone, and attacks on each other are not allowed in theory.
Therefore, new players have only two options: to be the dogs of the old players and share the resources flowing from the fingers of the old players through flattery; or to become fuel and be isolated and excluded by the old players in a tacit agreement.
Gesas is a new player who opened an account in this game thirty-six years ago. Although he is indeed talented, a mere orc can step into the second wing at the age of thirty, but his master,
A veteran player who has been playing this game since 180 years ago.
Compared with magic power, connections, power, and resources are the most terrifying powers of elves.
Needless to mention the prestigious titles of President of the Elf Human Rights Association, City Council Member, and School Professor, just the identity of "the master behind Woodpecker" can easily destroy Gesas's efforts over the years. Of course Gesas is currently a Woodpecker.
The leader of the woodpecker, but most of the core members of the woodpecker can be directly controlled by the owner.
It’s funny to say that as an organization that does dirty work, the core members of Woodpecker actually don’t have such a thing as remuneration. Even if their labor rights are violated, the labor law will definitely not protect them. However, the Crime Hunting Agency may be able to help them take revenge.
The main source of income for most members of the organization, including Woodpecker, is loans.
The remuneration everyone receives is a 'temporary loan' from the financial company. Of course, as long as you work honestly, you will not be asked to repay the money, let alone interest. But once the financial company chooses to collect money, no one will be able to pay back the money.
The person will directly become a 'dishonest person'.
In the Blood Moon Kingdom, being a 'dishonest person' is equivalent to sleeping in a cardboard box under an overpass. You cannot use any means of transportation, cannot enter or exit any checkpoints, cannot make any high purchases, cannot rent a house, and cannot even communicate. It is equivalent to a kick.
Kick you out of civilized society.
Some people may wonder, with such harsh conditions, why would anyone join Woodpecker? Can't they just work honestly and sign a labor contract in which legal and compliant rights and interests are protected?
Because almost all members of Woodpecker cannot stand the nine-to-five job. And for a magician, unless they join a specific institution such as a research institute, most jobs are a waste of time for them.
Learning to be a magician requires time off work and is very expensive.
Even if they want to borrow money to practice cultivation, no bank will approve such a loan. In comparison, Woodpecker is willing to provide "interest-free loans with no time limit", which seems very good. If they can become a two-winged magician, Woodpecker will naturally
The loan will be waived and they will even be reused. Even if they fail to become the second wing, as long as they don't betray the organization, Woodpecker will not ruin their credit.
If you want to work and practice at the same time, it is not impossible. In fact, such people will be widely publicized as inspirational models. But since it is 'inspirational', it shows how bumpy this road is. Successful people all have talent.
Only with hard work and luck can you escape from the ordinary life.
People with these qualities may succeed more quickly if they come to Woodpecker early and take the wrong path.
It is no fluke that Woodpecker has grown so far. Even if there were no Woodpecker, these black evil magicians would still seek refuge with other forces in exchange for learning resources (especially time resources), even if they sign a more stringent contract and become dogs.
Moreover, most magicians don't even have the chance to be dogs.
They can only be dogs.
Suppose the income of an ordinary legal job is 1, and the income of dog food at the level of Gesas is 15, then the income of a woodpecker with a silver beak is 5, and the income of a golden beak is 10.
Therefore, even if Gesas could kill the elves if he got angry now, he would only dare to bow his head in humility.
So what if he kills the master? He cannot inherit any of the elf's inheritance. The woodpecker, who is bound by debt, will not recognize a criminal leader. Everything the elf owns will be divided up by players of the same level as him. As a player who breaks the rules of the game, Geza
Si, will only be sent to Broken Lake Prison, where as a 'heinous criminal leader', the last drop of dignity will be squeezed out in the Blood Moon live broadcast.
The best result is that other 'old players' are willing to appreciate Gesas, save Gesas' life, and let him be under his command. In short... Gesas has changed his master.
This is the racial equality of Blood Moon. In front of the Immortal Race, everyone is equal and inferior.
This is the human rights and freedom of Blood Moon, the freedom to freely choose which veteran player to be a dog for.
From a long time ago, Gesas has known that Blood Moon is the paradise of immortal species. In this game where there is no inheritance, no accumulation from generation to generation, and all new players need to 'start over', lifespan is the most powerful cheating secret.
The longer you live, the more resources you can obtain; the longer you live, you can become an "old" player; the longer you live, the more interest groups you can form with yourself as the core.
This is why the Blood Moon tribe is the ruling class, and why elves are known as the ‘stewards of society.’ For the Blood Moon tribe, elves are the only race qualified to be on an equal footing with them.
As for those short-lived species that will die within a hundred years, they are not worthy of attention at all. It has nothing to do with discrimination, or even interests, because from the perspective of the long-lived species, short-lived species are only their resources.
Life span is the biggest class barrier.
So even if he is groveling, even if he is as humble as a maggot, Gesas must earn enough money to go to a research institute for life-extending surgery.
Sometimes Gesas would also wonder, if he had not been born in a foster care center in a lower-class area, if he had made up his mind to go to middle school, university, and finally successfully entered a graduate school to become a blood saint, would everything have been okay?
no the same.
But there are not so many ifs in the world. If he is not reborn in the right person, or if he does not go to school well, he can only take the most difficult road.
Time passed by, and the silence in the study seemed to freeze. Just when Gesas's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, the elf's voice slowly sounded: "Keep an eye on Gerald."
After a moment of silence, Gesas said: "Captain of the Blood Mad Hunter, the 'White-haired Butcher' Gerald Westminster?"
"Ash Heath has caused him such a huge loss of face. Gerald will definitely hunt him down personally. If Gerald kills him on the spot, then forget about it; if Gerald chooses to arrest him, stay.
His life..."
"Then the woodpecker ate the pest."
In front of the three-winged sanctuary magician, kill Asher Hiss?
Even if you think about it with the contents of your large intestine, you know how difficult this task is, but Gesas responded without hesitation: "Your order will be implemented, but since two days ago, Gerald has been moving mysteriously and has been hunting continuously.
Even the crime department doesn’t know his whereabouts, I don’t know…”
"He is probably at observation point 53." The elf said: "Go, may the blood moon light your way forward."
Gesas exited the room step by step and closed the door gently.
The elf opened the file next to him. Inside was the resume of Asher Heath, which detailed his birth record, foster care background, middle school award records, and university activities.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the desk. His nails were very long and slender, and they would make tapping, tapping, tapping sounds on the wooden table...
"Why haven't you left yet?"
The elf raised his head and looked at the hooded man in front of the desk.
The hooded man walked from the darkness of the study and stepped onto the blood-lit ground. He was wearing a mask and his eyes were full of surprise.
"Sure enough, even the two-winged magicians are divided into superiors and inferiors." He chuckled: "The two-winged magicians can detect me. It seems that I can't show off in front of Gerald..."
"Aren't you a follower of Gesas?" The elf frowned: "Who are you?"
He had noticed this person just now, but he thought he was a follower of Gesas and didn't pay much attention to him.
But at this moment, he suddenly realized a problem: Gesas would never bring anyone to see him. Only the leader of the woodpecker was qualified to meet him...
"It's really sad. I worked so hard to escape from Broken Lake, but Professor, you still can't recognize your best student."
He pulled down his mask, revealing a refreshing smile.
