Spellmaster’s Manual

2021-10-23

  Chapter 136 The wild beast in the cloak of civilization

Eight years ago, in 1660, Kaimon City.

On a hot summer day, Fernandez drove his car down the lower level, to the cesspool he swore he would never set foot on again.

At this time, the old mayor Punk died because of his exploration in the Void Realm, coupled with his old age and frailty, and was about to resign and retire. Fernandez took the opportunity to join the councillors and bribe the civil servants. His gallery in the forest was also created at this time, and has a pivotal influence on the upper classes of Kaimon.

At this critical moment when he was planning to run for the next mayor, he put down all official duties, pushed all meetings, and drove a mediocre car alone, parked in a rotten car that would grow out on his own. On the side of the road with feces, turn on the air conditioner to the maximum, smoking a pipe, and staring at a studio on the street.

It was an ordinary ogre studio.

The whole street here is full of ogre studios, so it stinks everywhere, which has a great stifling effect on the surrounding housing prices.

Ogre's unique innate talent is oil painting. Low-quality citizens like ogre, whose average education level is only prenatal education, will naturally not challenge the difficulty of life. If they can use innate talent, they will naturally be rotten to the point of being completely helpless. on the wall.

Although there are a lot of practitioners, this industry is not introverted, but it is in short supply. A real 'ogre oil painting' can be said to be in short supply.

The reason is because ogre occasionally evokes the resonance of Void Realm when painting. Oil paintings created in this state will make the viewer slowly increase the faction realm, equivalent to Void Realm. sail.

However, there is a time limit for 'ogre oil painting', and it will lose its effect within about 60 days. Therefore, ogre oil painting is not a work of art, but a consumable, or a consumable that can be effective on the spellmaster, which is naturally valuable.

But only if they can hook the Void Realm vibes and draw a real 'ogre painting'. If you can't get the Void Realm vibes, you're just producing rubbish.

So most ogre painters will work as apprentices in the studio for months or even years, studying while working, until they make the first pot of gold when they draw 1st paintings. As for the work of the apprentice, there is no need to clean up, after all, few ogre like to clean.

If it weren't for decency, Fernandez would have wanted to rip up the white shirt, which was so tight it seemed to strangle him.

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With a puff of smoke, Fernandez turned his head slightly and saw an ogre guy passing by.

The guy was wearing a camisole that was originally white but now turned brown, and shorts with holes all over it. He was 1.9 meters tall and considered short in ogre, but his appearance was relatively close to the standard race. Fierce but not ugly fangs.

both of his hands carry two large lunch boxes, which is his duty as an apprentice: to buy meals for the painter.

Ogre want to eat every two hours and love hot meals, but they don't bother to go to the restaurant, and the labor cost is ridiculously expensive to order takeout - no delivery person wants to come to the ogre block, in the ogre block. The insurance company doesn't cover a murder here - so hiring an ogre apprentice is ideal.

You don't need to give money anyway, you just need to take care of the apprentice's meal.

Fernandez was stunned the moment he saw this guy.

The guy also looked into the car, as if he was looking at the middle-aged ogre.

However, the guy looked around for a week, and after confirming that there was no one around, he smiled crookedly, moved towards the car window and spat out a mouthful of stinky and muddy spit, then put down the lunch box and urinated against the car door, and picked up the small The stone fiercely scraped the body a few times, and the piercing sound pierced Fernandez's eardrums like a knife.

The windows and front glass are double-sided, so the outside cannot be seen inside.

Watching the guy walking on the hot street, whistling and carrying a lunch box to the studio, he seemed to be scolded by the Boss as soon as he entered the door. He nodded to show a pleasing face, then secretly spit at one of the lunch boxes, and walked in respectfully.

Fernandez didn't move the whole time, holding his pipe in his hand.

He followed the young man's back until the latter disappeared.

Finally, he drove back to the Municipal Affairs Office and reported the car for public damage.

He didn't buy a single painting of that guy, didn't send anyone to help him, and in fact never saw him again after that.

Even to get the latest situation of the guy, Fernandez commissioned the Hunting and Crime Bureau to investigate more than a dozen ogre in the name of 'beware of ogre's vicious crime', and the guy is one of them.

When Fernandez and the guy were only separated by a thin window, but he dared not pull down the window, the man who rose from the bottom to the top of Kaimon city power finally understood. The morbid horror of this country.

Eight years later, in 1668, the site of the Blood Moon Trial at Broken Lake.

Fernandez looked at Andreyer, who was pale, and said, "Did you know that in the overwhelming majority country, all ethnic groups maintain the basic unit of the family..."

"That's because they're backward," said Kenmen subconsciously.

"I'm not interested in arguing whether the family system is backward or advanced, I'm just making one point." Fernandez smiled grimly: "Neither in other countries. There is no ruling race, but their dominant race can basically reproduce independently, and even the Imperial Family and nobles were born as a result!"

Everyone's face became whiter and whiter, and the blood moon lit up more and more red. Kemen is almost imploring: "So they are solidified, they are backward, and Blood Moon Country is the most civilized country—"

"The reason why we ban families is because of our ruling race. Unable to reproduce on their own, they are born homeless!" Fernandez roared loudly: "Blood saints exchange blood, Moonshadow washes the moon, they lost their ability to reproduce after changing their races. If they want to develop new descendants, they must let members of other races Accept their transformation!"

"The two blood moons are like parasites that cannot survive alone. They absorb the best talents of various races into their own members, absorb the nutrition of various races to strengthen themselves, and thus It has enslaved all races for thousands of years!"

"Why can't we have a family? Because the blood saint Moonshadow has abandoned the fetter of blood, so we are not allowed to have it! In this way, we can't have a family, love, and affection because of these fetters. Form a whole."

"Why emphasize the rights and freedom of clansman? Because the blood saint Moonshadow is a monster without gender, race and age, they are almost a natural whole, and we will be different because of race, gender , age, education and other reasons! They deliberately provoked people of different races, genders, ages and ages to fight each other! In this way, we cannot form a collective because we have common interests."

"The Clansman Bill of Rights has erected a high and thick barrier around each of us, and the Blood Prohibition Act prevents any destruction of that barrier. Henceforth, each of us is an individual and can only Facing the two huge monsters of the Institute and the Church alone!"

Fernandez raised his chained left hand and pointed to the prison.

"Are we any different from those condemned prisoners? No." ogre coldly said: "The death row inmates drain the value of the prison, and we are drained by the blood moon; the death row inmates are controlled by chips, And we are controlled by our minds all our lives!"

"In Blood Moon Country, there are only two paths we can take from birth to death: to become Blood Moonshadow, or to be food for Blood Moonshadow."

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"The blood moon is a wild beast in the cloak of civilization, the most savage civilization."

(end of this chapter)