Starting with the defeated female knight

[Nurture the seeds within you!]

The tentacles were slightly bent.

I was just sharing an idea; you guys don't really expect me, an outsider, to do the work, do you?

"I can not do it."

Henry is honest.

“I only know how to kill, not how to raise children—my father also told me not to have children with Joz in the future, for fear that I would torture the children to death.”

John shook his head as well.

"I also have no experience raising children. Because of the Mother Goddess, the church didn't really encourage childbirth back then, so..."

Why don't you just find someone who knows how?

The tentacles looked at them with confusion.

Surely, in such a large city as Beijing, they can't find even one person capable of doing this job?

"...I really can't find it."

But this is actually Green's problem.

Although in his view, it would be easy to find someone with the ability, relatively normal values, and the capacity to mass-produce high-quality seeds; he could even find a few in Dawn City.

The problem is that the people in Dawn City have been specially modified and educated by him, and the environment there is far less distorted than in the capital.

Those who grow up in this environment are either already deeply influenced by the capital, or they are even more influential than the capital itself.

In addition, given the complex relationships in the capital, they really couldn't find anyone capable of doing this job.

What kind of celebrities grace the stage?

The tentacle twitched.

But give up, I can't do this job.

It's not that I'm unwilling to lend you a hand, but Dawn City and those little girls are enough to keep me busy.

If you have any extra tentacles, I wouldn't mind lending you a hand.

But I'm too busy to help you right now.

"So, you're saying you'll help us as long as it frees up your hands?"

[It depends]

The tentacles swayed slightly.

And don't get me wrong, the help I'm talking about isn't free.

Just as I take in humans in exchange for their help, my assistance also requires an equivalent exchange.

I won't do it if the pay isn't enough.

John thought for a moment.

"Is the little girl okay?"

Green: "...?"

How did BYD manage to send him back to Dawn City? Is this still the capital?

But John can't really be blamed for this.

In fact, both John and Henry, as seasoned warriors who were not even feudalists, were good people, but they didn't care much about human rights, dignity, or equality. It was Green who was the odd one out.

Moreover, prior to this, out of some kind of wicked humor, Blue Butterfly had specifically talked to John about Green and the little girl.

Considering Green's desperate efforts to pull the junk to save their lives, John and Henry really didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, nobles have servants they've raised since childhood, and churches have servants and believers to do their work, not to mention how well Green takes care of those little girls.

Forget about the compensation, if Green's conditions were offered in the capital, countless people of inferior bloodlines would be vying to send their children to him, some even willing to pay him extra.

【Is BYD treating this place like a daycare center?】

What is a daycare center?

[It's a place for raising children]

"that is not."

Henry shook his head.

"Because from the moment you accept them, they belong to you."

"Unless you actively expel them, no matter how old they are, they will still be your servants, and the imperial law still supports this."

The tentacles fell silent.

【...】

Seriously, I'm begging you, please embrace a bit of feudalism.

But Green didn't know at that time that what the two men said was actually quite conservative.

For example, due to severe discrimination based on bloodline, not to mention respectable gentlemen in the capital, even the poorest people in the slums will ask, "Let's see your bloodline," before even making contact with a potential partner, only after confirming that the other person's bloodline is not below their expectations.

So, despite its rottenness, this place doesn't even have a proper brothel today. Men and women, and even homosexuals, are extremely conservative. Anyone who dares to have intimate contact with someone of low bloodline will face social death if discovered.

Even when nobles recruit servants, they have to check their bloodline first. Not only is the treatment poor, but the bloodline requirements are also high. Moreover, once recruited, there are requirements for their daily speech, behavior and contact. Any violation will result in whipping or punishment, or even expulsion and execution.

Although Green considered being a servant for life to be a very abstract concept, in reality, for the lower classes in the capital, being able to be a servant for life was something they couldn't ask for.

After all, if one could truly serve as a servant to a nobleman for life, just for the sake of benefiting from their superior bloodline, they would be treated with more respect, even by those of higher bloodlines. They might even find a partner with a bloodline of higher than their own, thus improving the bloodline level of their offspring.

As for the church, magicians, or adventurers...

Of course they are capable.

In reality, even members of churches or associations are mostly of high bloodlines, second only to nobles. Some nobles simply don't want to stay at home or are simply interested in certain things, and eventually switch allegiance to these two forces.

Even the Adventurers' Guild, which is the least concerned about bloodline and is seen as the only way out for the lower class, has its mainstays made up of people of medium bloodline, and at the same time looks down on people of low bloodline.

Bloodline is not everything, but everything is closely related to bloodline.

This is the current situation in the capital city.

So even if Green doesn't have any particular preferences, as long as he can feed them, take care of them a little, and doesn't abuse or torture them, it would be considered a top-notch job in the capital.

Even recently, John has been seriously considering whether to select some little girls from the slums and send a batch to Green.

This would not only satisfy Green's preferences, but it would also be good for the children.

Even after listening to John's story, Henry seemed to be deep in thought.

"Hmm? You like little girls? Well, even royalty has some..."

I have to go take care of the children.

You two can keep spouting nonsense.

The tentacles, unable to bear it any longer, disappeared.

After Green disappeared, the other two looked at each other but made no further attempt to communicate.

After they parted ways, one continued to run the chapel, while the other went elsewhere to continue searching for the shadows of those 'resurrected'.

But after a moment, they both stopped what they were doing, lost in thought.

Seeds...

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P.S.: As usual, I'm going to take a nap now, there's more tonight.

Book 1: Chapter 74: Cubs and Monsters

The idle chatter in the alley didn't cause any ripples or have any impact.

John continued to run his small chapel, but as the temperature gradually dropped, his finances became increasingly strained.

Henry continued to wander aimlessly, searching for traces of the resurrected while pondering things he himself couldn't understand.

As for Green, he was having a headache, struggling to raise the young girls while trying to improve their lives and health, all while avoiding the gaze and attention of the nobles.

But it seems that not everything has remained unchanged.

After a while, the small chapel continued to do so, and the cathedral saw that John was doing a pretty good job. Although no one was willing to follow his example, since his work was in line with the spirit of the church and also helped to improve the church's image, it was used as a positive example and given a small amount of publicity.

This attracted some attention, and in the name of the church, some material support was also provided.

Although the amount was small, it was enough to alleviate the chapel's immediate crisis, giving them a chance to survive and even get through the winter.

Henry's search continued, and after John, he made contact with several more 'resurrected people'.

To his surprise, the old fogies, who he had expected to be furious upon waking up to see the Empire in this state, seemed to be calmer than he was after waking up.

"It's not the first time. We've been through the Age of Gods. No matter how bad you are, can you be worse than that?"

"Saying it's for your own good while indulging in reckless venting and destruction... that's truly terrible."

"Otherwise, why do you think we would risk our lives to kill the gods?"

"But to be honest, we don't know what to do either."

"Faced with a mad god, a mere swing of the sword is enough; but faced with a rotting corpse, we too..."

"......seed?"

The blue-eyed man seemed lost in thought.

It seems to make some sense.

Goodwill is spreading, and firewood is piling up.

In the small room on the other side, petite figures huddled together.

The tentacle gently lifted, passing through the faint light and warmth emanating from the amulet, and tentatively touched the skin.

The tiny figure trembled slightly, instinctively tensing up, but relaxed its body after only a moment, even moving closer to the tentacles.

Then, after confirming that the other party was ready, the tentacles extended slightly, applied some anesthetic, and after confirming that it was working, they applied a little force to pierce the delicate skin, and then slowly extended and took root in her body.

It was a very strange scene, like some kind of parasite, or like tree roots spreading.

By absorbing the host's life force, the tentacle that had pierced through continued to spread and expand, eventually spreading throughout her chest cavity in a very short time.

First, they examined the flesh and blood, then touched the nerves, and finally even wrapped around the internal organs and viscera, tightening them slightly.

The feeling of constriction from within brought intense stimulation; as my body trembled violently, my skin turned red all over, and beads of sweat gathered on my forehead.

But the tentacles still didn't let her go, continuing to wander slowly inside, occasionally pinching another organ when they saw the color fading a little on her body.

Only when the other person opened their eyes with teary eyes (from the pain), looking at him pleadingly with tears welling up in their eyes, did the tentacle slowly retract and gently rub the tip of her nose.

Throughout the entire process, the cub did not resist at all, and no matter how excessive the tentacles were, it even tried its best to cooperate with them.

Even when they finally couldn't take it anymore, they would only meekly beg for mercy, unable to even utter a word of refusal.

Green was very satisfied with this.

But it wasn't the child's attitude, but her reaction.

Don't get me wrong, although the child's reaction was indeed quite interesting, especially the way he looked at him with teary eyes after being bullied, which was extremely endearing.

But Green did this not to tease her, but to check on her condition.

The fact that it can react to the touch and entanglement of the tentacles indicates that this place at least maintains the most basic vitality.

If it were truly the kind of organs and internal parts that were completely damaged, failing, and nearly dead at the very beginning, let alone touching them, even cutting them open without anesthesia would have resulted in a reaction far more severe than it has now.

After an unknown period of experimentation and torture, their bodies finally began to stabilize, and even improved.

Under the care of the tentacles, the seeds that should have died gradually regained their vitality and even began to develop and sprout.

Moreover, according to what Green discovered in Dawn City, these children are now pitiful and emaciated, covered in scars and deformities due to various reasons.

However, as long as they receive adequate nutrition before the end of their developmental period, they can still grow up healthily. If their severed limbs can be repaired through various means, they can fully recover to a normal state and live a normal life.