Returning to the ferry pier, Princess Elizabeth was picked up by the palace guards waiting at the pier.
As Sean retrieved his horse, he noticed an unmarked carriage parked on the side of the road.
Lieutenant Colonel Frank sat in the carriage and waved to him from the window. Sean tied the horse behind the carriage and got in.
Facing Lieutenant Colonel Frank, Sean couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"I wonder if you are looking for me?" Sean asked.
Frank smiled mysteriously: "I will take you to a place."
He took out a piece of cloth and motioned to Sean to cover his eyes.
Sean hated this kind of showy behavior, but the guy in front of him was no ordinary person, so Sean had no choice but to do it.
The carriage seemed to have entered the city, and various noises entered the carriage. Sean waited patiently until the carriage stopped. He was helped out of the carriage, walked a short distance, and then went down a long flight of steps.
The blindfold was removed, and Sean found himself in a dark and damp dungeon, hearing a heart-rending scream.
Frank said: "Welcome to the Imperial Special Prison!"
"I don't want to come to this place that smells like blood. It reminds me of hell." Sean said unceremoniously.
"Hell, yes, this is hell." Frank didn't feel offended at all. "In fact, I wouldn't come here if it wasn't necessary. I would take a shower three times every time I go out."
After passing through the long corridor, Sean followed Frank to the depths of the dungeon. His figure was stretched by the oil lamp, which looked very strange.
Behind the thick iron doors were rooms separated by iron fences. Frank stopped in front of one of the iron fences.
Here is a taxidermied warrior wearing full-body chainmail, standing upright, with both hands on a giant sword and a penetrating gaze. If it weren't for the fangs exposed at the corners of his mouth, he would be considered a
A great general.
"He was really a general, a general in the early days of the Fourth Reich. He was brave and adept at fighting and made countless meritorious deeds, but he is not found in any history books or private biographies.
The founding emperor of the Fourth Reich even promised to marry him the apple of his eye. But he was a bloodthirsty man. He killed several sons of the founding emperor of the Fourth Reich, so that the old emperor had to pass the throne to one of his nephews.
." Frank said regretfully, "What I want to explain is that this prison was not established by this dynasty. All dynasties have wanted to know what the blood warriors and bloodthirsty people are."
"Then why don't you send people directly to the territory of Assyria in the north?" Sean was very doubtful.
"Of course there are, but they are like a sheep entering a wolf's mouth and never come back. The reason is very simple. Because of the difference in appearance, the blood warriors are very strong and very different from other people. As for the barbarians, they are really ugly. Monsters like bloodthirsty people.
Then he lurks between you and me."
Frank's joke wasn't that funny. Sean and Frank kept walking.
In an open room, a corpse was laid flat on a platform, the corpse was being dissected, and someone was making specimens.
Sean was used to seeing blood and death, but he still felt disgusted.
"Blood Warrior?" Sean asked.
"That's right." Frank nodded.
"What did you find?" Sean asked.
"As you can see, his body structure is the same as yours and mine, but he is thicker than us. For example, his heart and lungs are larger than those of normal humans, so their athletic ability is stronger. But that's all." Frank said.
"Your Majesty Lieutenant Colonel, is this what you want me to see?" Sean was puzzled.
"Shaun the Wizard." Frank saw Sean's ugly face and said with a smile, "This is a nickname given to you by someone who doesn't know the truth. I think it's very appropriate."
"Sir, I am not a wizard." Sean emphasized.
"Don't be nervous, this is not the age of theocracy. Science, we respect science." Frank said, "I invited you here because I want you to provide opinions on our research work."
"us?"
"Yes. Here are the best surgeons, biologists, chemists, and pharmacists in the country gathered here. Each of them is qualified to be elected to the so-called Royal Scientific Society, but they are unknown in the outside world."
Frank said, "They came here and spent countless money from the empire just to find a way to defeat the powerful force."
"Do you think this kind of power can be controlled artificially? Or that this kind of power can be artificially created?" Sean was stunned.
"That's absolutely correct. It seems that I came to the right person to find you." Frank smiled.
"But I don't know anything about this." Sean said doubtfully.
"But your judgment on human blood types is very inspiring for our research work." Frank said, "Based on this, we have already conducted blood research on the blood warriors. Besides..."
Frank stopped and said, "You personally smashed and transported a blood warrior on the battlefield. That can be attributed to luck, but during the annihilation of the Benjamin Tang gang, you were unscathed by the assassination of a bloodthirsty man."
"You also know this." Sean was surprised.
Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Horns would not snitch, only his subordinates, who had so many mouths, it was hard to guarantee that someone would snitch because they were jealous of the huge amount of stolen money that Sean and Horns shared.
When Frank said this, he was also implicitly reminding Sean that if he wanted to find excuses for Sean, he could find a lot of excuses.
Frank led Sean deeper into the room. In a room, a living blood warrior was fixed by several thick iron chains. Several guys in white smocks were using special blood-drawing machines to draw blood from the blood warrior.
Blood was drawn roughly from his body.
"Don't worry, he has been anesthetized and will have to sleep for at least a day before he wakes up. The chloroform used is the same dose. Normal humans will die, but they will not. It is not because he is in pain, but to keep him quiet.
"Frank explained, "These guys have a heart of stone and there is no chance of them giving in."
"Did I knock this blood warrior unconscious on the battlefield?" Sean asked subconsciously.
"No, the one you captured has been dissected, the one you saw just now." Frank said calmly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
"What do you do after you draw blood?" Sean asked.
"Of course it will be injected into the body of ordinary humans, death row prisoners."
Sean decided to stay away from this person in the future.
"Seven death row prisoners have died, and the remaining three are still alive, but the blood transfusion seems to have had no effect on them, and they have not become stronger because of the blood of the blood warriors. This seems to prove that your conclusion is correct, human beings
Different blood types, only people with the same blood type can transfuse blood with each other.
But the problem is, this also proves that the blood of blood warriors is no different from the blood of ordinary humans, because there are death row prisoners who survived. This is why I came to you here, can you find anything from it?" Frank asked.
Frank was full of expectations, and it seemed that he had no choice but to find him.
"I think this is just a racial difference." Sean thought hard about his words, "For example, if you sow beans, you will reap beans, and if you sow melons, you will reap melons. You can't reap what you sow, right?"
"Of course not." Frank nodded and asked hesitantly, "Oh... I know what you are thinking. My seniors once let blood warriors have relationships with ordinary human women, you know? But the result was no different."
"What you are talking about is the same as what I am going to talk about, but it is different." Sean said, "Have you ever seen a giraffe?"
"Of course I have," Frank said.
"This involves the origin of species. Sir, do you have any religious beliefs?" Sean asked again.
"What kind of faith are you talking about? Oh, damn it." Seeing Sean rambling here and there, Frank, who had always been gentle and elegant, couldn't help but curse.
"Then I feel relieved. The doctrine says that God created all things, which is of course not true. But the doubters cannot explain the origin of species. Look at the giraffe, does it look like a deer that lowers its head to eat grass? If the weather is dry, the grass on the ground will
If they are all dead, then the deer can only eat the leaves of small trees to satisfy their hunger. If even the low trees are dead, then they
They can only raise their heads to eat the leaves of taller trees. After countless generations of cycles, those deer that can only lower their heads to eat grass die, leaving only those deer with long necks that survive. This is natural selection, natural selection.
" Sean said, "This is just my bold guess. I will not admit leaving this prison, otherwise there will be a group of people who want to eat me."
Frank was stunned, but he felt it made sense. But Frank was still not blinded by Sean's theory:
"The blood warriors are far more powerful than normal humans, and their IQs are very normal. According to your theory, at the beginning of the birth of mankind, they should have been the only surviving race, or at least the largest race."
"Your Excellency, you really don't look like a lieutenant colonel, but a scholar who explores the truth and pointed out the flaws in my guess." Sean said.
"How do you explain my doubts?" Frank was unmoved by Sean's compliment.
"The difference between the first giraffe and ordinary deer, I call it 'mutation', but this mutation is passed on to future generations, and the long neck becomes a stable state, which I call 'heredity'."
"I'm particularly interested in 'heredity'." Frank's eyes lit up.
"We can imagine that normal humans have dominant traits, and blood warriors show recessive traits. Internal intermarriage will give birth to their own normal generation. If two different humans get married, they may both be normal humans.
, but when these next generation normal humans grow up, what happens if they get married again?"
"Ah, it seems to make sense."
Frank was successfully deceived by Sean. If the experiment was really like Sean's, it would take more than ten years to know the results, and sufficient samples would be needed, which would be difficult.
As for the ethics involved, both Sean and Frank deliberately ignored it. Sean was trying to escape, but Frank really didn't care. In Sean's eyes, Frank was much scarier than the Blood Warrior or the Bloodthirsty.
So what if Frank gets the result he wants? Blood warriors have a short lifespan and are prone to backlash due to their violent tempers. This is one of the reasons why the northern barbarian empire has been unable to defeat the southern civilized world for eight hundred years. Not many normal humans want to be like that.
Moreover, if firearms are developed to be powerful enough, a rifle can also make a blood warrior hate the battlefield.
In fact, combined with the ancient legends of this world, as well as clues from the Kingdom of Daxia, Sean had a bold guess about this world, including the existence of blood warriors and bloodthirsty people.
But this conjecture may not be confirmed in Sean's lifetime.