Starting with the defeated female knight

But just then, someone approached them privately, saying they had discovered a way for them to escape their astronomical debts and, to some extent, maintain their research.

They were tempted, but also skeptical.

After all, most magicians are intelligent people, and some of them must have thought of ways to escape their shackles by fleeing the capital.

But putting aside the external research environment and knowledge reserves, the association's control is no joke.

Even if you can evade the location magic, unless you plan to never use magic or touch anything related to magic for the rest of your life, once you are discovered or reported, the association will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. Basically, you can't avoid it as long as you are within the empire.

Once outside the Empire, thanks to the Empire's years of pure-blood practices, humanity's reputation is not good. Even if they manage to evade the Association's surveillance, their future, let alone peaceful research, will be uncertain, and how long they can even survive will be a question.

Moreover, the Association is not entirely powerless to control what happens outside. There are records of cases where they have pursued people beyond the Empire and even to other countries. The souls of the dead are still being tormented in the furnace, a nightmare haunting every mage's mind.

So, although they were tempted by the strange man's invitation, they initially refused.

It wasn't until the other party produced the recruitment and transfer documents for the Dawn City Demon Tide Monitoring Station, jointly signed by the president and vice president Wu Li.

Needless to say, Uli is also known for her 'everything is wrong with her' president, who is said to be 'perfect in every way' and is always willing to do anything to disgust people.

So, clutching the recruitment document whose authenticity was unknown (mainly because it hadn't been publicly released internally yet), they boarded the Stewart family's carriage.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I embarked on my journey to the unknown frontier.

Time flows quietly, and everything is slowly changing and developing.

As the temperature dropped further, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, the capital city welcomed its first snowfall of the year.

For most people, the snow in Beijing came earlier than usual this year, but for various reasons, it was actually warmer than usual.

For example, the children in the hiding place, the junk from the Stuart family, the refugees in the various small churches, and the magicians hidden in the caravan.

But for some, this winter has been colder than ever before.

For example, some of the noise that gradually disappeared from the Stewart house and other places after winter set in.

Some of the higher bloodlines have gone missing.

This is definitely not good news for any family.

Strangely, despite the fact that the number of missing high-ranking bloodlines has reached nearly double digits, no one has questioned this.

The reason is simple: the people Elise chose were all people who were universally disliked even among the corrupt nobles of today.

First, a few were from the family, and then some more were picked from outside.

The number of cases was small, the operation was clean, and there were no follow-up actions, so it didn't attract much attention.

After all, while deaths or disappearances among nobles due to conflicts of interest and the obsession with bloodlines are not uncommon, they are not rare either.

In short, by the time those people came to their senses, they were no longer in their familiar homes or streets, but in a dark dungeon.

There were no guards or jailers. After shouting loudly, what appeared before them was a nightmare that seemed to extend from a nightmare itself.

Twisted, insane, with dark green eyes, its entire body covered in bizarre patterns that would drive anyone mad at the mere sight of it. Its icy gaze seemed to tangible as it flowed through this dark space, radiating endless malice. It was surrounded by a cold, painful, and unsettling aura that would sting anyone who looked at it.

The tentacles weren't trying to scare them.

It simply revealed the side of herself that she would normally try to conceal when facing others.

Or you could say that this is his true self, and what he shows to others is the disguised version of himself.

However, Green did not immediately begin 'experiments' on these people.

Even though Elise repeatedly assured him that the people she had chosen were absolutely no problem, he was still prepared to listen to what these people had done first.

Then......

Approximately how much have you read?

"Five pages now."

【Why isn't it over yet? And I remember you only took out four pages just now?】

"Oh, that's the table of contents."

【......ah?】

A small glimpse of the awe-inspiring capital city for a country bumpkin from out of town.jpg

To be honest, having spent quite a while in Beijing, and with his recent travels, Green considers himself to have seen a lot and gotten used to the darker side of the capital.

But after hearing about what these people had done, Green's assessment was...

The nobility are too noble, the church is too righteous, and the Mage's Guild is practically the light of humanity.

Of course, this is just a comparison.

Even by the end, Green was no longer angry; instead, he was filled with confusion.

Where do these people find so much time and energy to do all that grueling work?

It's as if they possess some kind of lofty faith, devoting their limited lives to baseless evil and disgusting acts.

Moreover, it's not just the sheer number of these individuals; each and every one of them is utterly outrageous. Even in feudal society, let alone modern times, the executioners who beheaded these people would have had sweet dreams for six months straight, believing they would become Buddhas after death.

[Family? Education? Born a bad seed?]

The answer is all of them.

Yes, it's not just external factors; this group of people really does have this kind of personality in a physical sense.

And it's still the same reason.

Marriage between close relatives.

Genetics are already at play, coupled with a lack of proper family and education, and the inherent advantage that nobles can do nothing as long as they have blood.

This group of people truly started committing small evils from a young age, then quickly grew into great evils, each time becoming more abstract and more outrageous, until they eventually became a group that was hated even by the nobility.

Among them, only the Stuart family members were somewhat better off, mainly because they were under Elise's nose, so they received some special treatment, and their actual evil deeds were only listed on two or three pages.

But the others, not to mention that they start at least at four pages, each of those crimes, if placed in a modern prison, would be the kind that, without protection, could get you beaten to death by your cellmates, and the prison guards would help cover for you.

Even so, Green still couldn't believe that they could have done something that filled several pages of catalogs.

"I could think they deserved to die if they did one or two things, but with so many, at such a high level, and on such a tight schedule, how did they manage to...?"

“We occasionally hold competitions, often for creativity and efficiency, and sometimes we even specify a particular theme.”

"Anyway, the existence of those inferior bloodlines is an insult to the human bloodline, and it is an honor for them to help us achieve victory."

"Do you know? The screams of a person being torn apart bit by bit, and the voices of their parents, are..."

OK, OK, stop there.

That's enough, brother, that's more than enough.

When Green asked questions, those people were not afraid. On the contrary, perhaps because he looked too much like a stereotype, they regarded him as one of their own and proudly shared their experiences, revealing a clear sense of pride in their words.

Not only was Elise's information completely confirmed, but it was also supplemented with a lot of additional information.

After all, Elise could only collect information about these people that was publicly documented.

But only they themselves truly know what happened.

What else could Green say?

I complied.

......

"Lord Green, your recent treatments and modifications are becoming increasingly efficient and effective, it's practically a leap forward."

Grace lowered her head, touching the tentacle in her arms, and asked curiously.

"Have you found some trick?"

I guess so, but it was mainly thanks to the help of a few kind people.

The tentacles swayed gently.

Thanks to the help of a few kind-hearted people, he has become increasingly adept at treating and rehabilitating these "discarded" children. Moreover, his understanding of human anatomy, vivisection, pain tolerance, and other aspects has improved considerably, to the point that he has almost developed his own discipline.

Although progress has been smooth in many aspects, he has made no progress in the area of ​​noble bloodline power.

After all, hematology is not something he can easily exploit right now; many of the current modifications and treatments were only cobbled together by him.

If there's an illness, cut off the lesion; if an organ is broken, patch it up; if there's internal bleeding, let the tentacles do their work; if a failing organ is failing, supply it with nutrients to help it recover, and temporarily use the tentacles to assist or even replace its function; leave the rest to the child's own development and vitality; if all else fails, use the healing amulets you've smuggled in to give it a miracle of healing.

There's nothing particularly sophisticated about it, but it's definitely effective.

However, despite this, although the treatment methods are simple and crude, and although the hematology department can't extort money from patients for the time being.

However, through his research on superior bloodlines, Green gradually discovered that although they always talked about bloodlines, their actual power did not seem to exist, or rather, it did not exist solely in their bloodlines.

For example, the internal organs of those with superior bloodlines are not only more resilient and powerful than those of ordinary people, but they also seem to have something extra...

"You seem troubled?"

"Hmm, I'm thinking about what exactly this noble bloodline power is all about. If possible, I might be able to help your sister activate it too..."

Grace paused slightly.

Bloodline...

Without even realizing it, she opened her blindfolded eyes and picked up the tentacle that Green had given her to use as a medium for casting spells.

Then, it lowered its head and bit down.

puff.

The inexplicably sharp canine teeth pierced the skin of the tentacle, and then two lines of bloody tears flowed out, flowing into the two small wounds.

The tentacles remained still, letting the blood and tears flow freely.

for a long time.

Grace looked up, her face expressionless, though somewhat bewildered.

Just now......

wrong.

"There are people injured?"

She twitched her nose and caught a whiff of the lingering smell of blood, which made her a little panicked.

"My Lord, I smell blood. Someone might be..."

A tentacle gently stroked her face.

It's nothing, it's just some residue from the renovation. I just accidentally got it out.

"That's it."

She breathed a sigh of relief and patted her small chest.

As for the tentacles, after absorbing the two lines of blood tears, they turned into a dark red blood color, looking extremely eerie.

But the tentacles didn't move; they simply focused their attention and silently sensed the extra thing that had appeared in the blood-red tentacles.

[A miracle of blood? You want me to teach this child that?]

I don't mind, after all, you're still a child, but...

He gently stroked the messages, sensing the will contained within them—a will that had been condensed over an unknown period of time, through immense suffering, pain, and madness—and sighed softly.

I don't think this should be called a "miracle of blood."

It should be called a curse, not a curse.

After all, a puddle formed from a beautiful faith can certainly be called a miracle.

But to call a miracle a horrific act built from countless tragedies and twisted hatred is a bit of a hellish joke.

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