The strong prey on the weak.
Hitzfeld was stunned at first, then he felt it was natural.
The more primitive a society is, the more it worships power. In such an environment, the strong can gain everything unconditionally, including respect and a little bit of differential treatment.
Instead of doing this right away, we should wait until we survive the "Hound". It seems that Bunoliel's daughter, Ms. Shana, is not on the same page with him.
At least not completely.
The environment on the upper four floors has changed drastically, and even the corridors are three times more spacious than those on the lower four floors.
The corridor here goes up in a spiral, with a shallow staircase every three meters. Every fifteen steps or so, there is a fence door made of bone wood blocking the way, and you need to show a leaf to open the fence.
So they came to the end of the corridor, and at Xia Yibing's signal, Madeline walked forward and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Opening the door, they saw the owner inside.
This was a typical study-style reception room, with four rows of bookshelves around it, a fireplace next to it, and a desk under the window. A beautiful woman in her thirties or forties was sitting at the back, looking at them.
It makes sense to say that she is beautiful.
Black hair, black eyes, bright blush on her cheeks, wearing a goose yellow wide-sleeved waist dress with white lace on the inside of the collar. The hand holding the book is almost covered with rings, and there are two ruby pendants on the earlobes...
In terms of popular aesthetics, she was not particularly beautiful, but with these external things and her own temperament, she looked beautiful and noble, and people could tell at a glance that she was not an ordinary woman.
"I'm Shana. Father should have told you about me."
"As for you two...I'm sorry, there are some topics I can only entertain these two young ladies."
Shana was very polite and wanted to see the guest off right away.
She was targeting Madeleine and Hasim. They had no choice but to guard the door. At the same time, they suddenly realized that the two people got off the bus to meet the old owner.
"boom!"
The door was closed, and the two sat down on the chairs outside and officially started today's topic.
"Do you know Bunoliel's identity?" Hitzfeld asked directly.
"I know." Shana answered quickly.
"You don't approve of him contacting me?"
"..." Shana looked at her deeply and finally nodded: "I really don't agree."
"why."
Xia Yibing frowned, "The Mechanical Kingdom saved your father's life."
"That's true, but who says that if someone saves someone else's life, that person must repay the favor?"
Shana chuckled. "Of course... I know that this idea is exaggerated for people like you, outsiders living in an orderly society, but this is the way it is here. Compared to so-called gratitude and revenge, I want him to be alive and well."
"He has suffered too much..."
She sighed.
"As a daughter, I failed to fulfill some of my responsibilities, so I don't want him to devote the rest of his life to a goal that is doomed to fail... Is this idea wrong?"
"What makes you think he's doomed to fail?" Hitzfeld asked.
"That's why I asked you to come here."
The woman finally straightened her face.
"Those monsters...their origin is a name. I don't think that's something you can fight against."
"Who is it?"
"The Master of the Horned Throne."
Hitzfeld had been watching her, noticing how tightly she cracked her knuckles as she spoke.
"Diat-Klebatolar."
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Chapter 126 Creepy 6k5
"You must be wondering... why I am so pessimistic about the Mechanical Kingdom winning this war. It's because you don't understand the power of blood, at least not all of it."
"Blood Origin." Shana put down the book, her eyes wandering back and forth between the two people's faces, finally staring at Hitzfeld's exposed right eye, "It was once restored."
What does she mean.
Although they didn't show it on their faces, Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing's hearts were beating slightly.
The legend of the Nine Knights, the legend of the blood source... It has always been said that as long as the power of the Nine Knights is gathered, the blood of salvation can be reproduced. Doesn't it have to be achieved to this extent to be considered "restoration"? What does Shana say?
"Diat Klebatoral is one of the Nine Knights." Shana continued, "He is a legendary figure. There is no way to verify what he looked like when he was alive. Not to mention me, you may not get an answer if you ask anyone."
Then she paused and said, "Unless you ask a spirit that has been awakened by the blood of salvation, such as a breeze, a river, or a forest of blood and bones with a long history. They may know something."
"..." Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing looked at each other and could see the smile in each other's eyes.
If this is indeed a difficult problem for ordinary people, but unfortunately, they also have a little water man in their hands, which happens to inherit most of the memory of a blood river...
Hitzfeld had already made up his mind that if Shana couldn't explain things to them clearly, he would go back and ask Alessia what was going on with this Klebatolar, even if it meant wasting his time.
"I..." Shana hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and gave up. She stood up and walked to the bookcase, "Let me show you something first."
As she approached, the bookcase magically squeezed out a wooden face on its side profile and asked in a rather flattering tone, "What can my respected and beautiful master do for me today?"
"Bring me the File No. 10 that I asked you to hide last time, and all the books and documents involved in it."
"No problem, it's a piece of cake."
Then they saw the horizontal grids of the bookcase begin to shake and tilt spontaneously, with large books moving back and forth as if they were riding an automatic elevator. Occasionally, a book of varying sizes would fall into the outermost grid. "It's all here, dear master."
"Well done." With a simple compliment, Shana walked back with the stack of things and placed them on the edge of the desk.
Turning back to see the two still staring at the bookcase, she finally smiled from the bottom of her heart: "This is the spiritual object I mentioned... If you stay here for a long time, you will find that there are actually many such spiritual objects."
"Where did they come from?" Xia Yibing's eyelids were still twitching.
This was not the first time she had seen or heard of this kind of thing. As early as when she was in Goli, Hitzfeld had peeked into Alessia's dream. To be honest, the scene in that dream was much more exaggerated than it was now.
Rivers, trees, and even the northwest wind can talk. This is really fucking outrageous. In comparison, a wooden cabinet being able to talk is undoubtedly more acceptable.
"The blood of salvation not only saved people, but also everything on this land." Shana recalled, "Many things are affected even if they can't speak... You can understand it this way, the blood of salvation brought this land back to life."
Hitzfeld, who was already paying attention to the books, asked Shana, "Can I read it?"
"Okay, I brought it here just to show you."
Hitzfeld didn't bother to be polite with her. He picked up a book and looked at the cover first, but didn't find any record.
"They all have no names." Shana noticed her actions and her eyelids twitched. "To the outside world, these are banned books and taboo knowledge, so I need to do some cover-up. The key is the content inside."
"Is this a history book? Or a chronicle?" Hitzfeld had quickly finished flipping through the first one and asked as he looked up at her.
She couldn't help but read it quickly, because really... each page only had a few characters that recorded something that seemed like "something that happened" intermittently.
They didn't seem to be very important, including "heavy rain", "dark clouds", "blood turbulence in a certain direction" and other celestial phenomena. How could she look at them in detail? Anyway, she couldn't see anything.
"They were originally scattered manuscripts, and someone specially sorted them out and merged them and transcribed them together."
Hitzfeld nodded, which explained why it looked so scattered.
In some paragraphs, even the grammatical habits are abrupt, and the context does not seem to be written by the same person. She felt it was abrupt when she read it, and now it seems that she was right.
"My father was the one who sorted these things out," Shana continued. "Yes, that's why he was assassinated. That's also why our family suffered."
Through her narration, the two finally learned about the past of the Posha family.
Many years ago, Posuo Mansion was not their main business. At that time, the King of Man had not yet descended, and the entire Kingdom of God was in darkness and chaos. Humans were cut into thousands of towns and villages of all sizes by gray fog and blood beasts, scattered in various places.
"But it doesn't mean that the coming of the Human King is sudden." Shana said, "The Oujin royal family has been pushing this matter. They have been trying to contact and integrate those scattered forces, and want to unify the entire kingdom of God with Oujin City as the core."
"This is not an easy task. Even if Ou Jincheng can fly and come and go freely on this cursed land, and can land at any disaster site in a short time to rescue his people, there are too many villages and towns, big and small, for them to save them all, or even see them all."
"According to my father, our family was one of the first forces that decided to pledge allegiance to Oujin City. Although the Sea King City is now under military control and seems to have nothing to do with our family, at that time this Blood Bone Tree King was the core of the entire city. Our ancestor had another title at the time, called 'Lord Posuo'."
A character like a follower of the dragon.
Hitzfeld almost understood it, but considering the actual situation, the fate of this follower of the dragon was a bit too miserable.
Not only did they lose the entire territory, but the descendants of the family seemed to have no power or official position. Logically, even if the governor of Neptune City was not from his family, they should have a place in the governor's office.
What happened next...According to Bunoliel, some people died, and they were all related to the high-level officials of the Corrupted Blood Kingdom.
Is it because of these books?
His eyes shifted to the book in his hand.
This doesn't seem like a workload that Bunoliel could accomplish alone. His family was demoted before his generation, which means it started at least from his father's generation.
"The Kingdom of God... prohibits the recording of history." Shana said with some emotion.
"Any form of history ... is judged on the basis of 'out of one generation'."
It sounds vague, but it is not difficult to understand - everyone can record what happened in their own generation and their parents' generation. This behavior is legal and will not be considered a crime.
But if it exceeds two generations, even the things of the grandfather's generation must be recorded in writing, and different degrees of criminal responsibility will be imposed based on the size and number of the recorded events... This law is extremely strict.
Wait, this law seems to have a buffer...
As Xia Yibing listened, she remembered the surname pattern of the Corrupted Blood Divine Kingdom.
Everyone's surname cannot be passed down forever. They are only allowed to inherit the name of the previous generation as their own surname. Doesn't this just comply with this law?
Is there any secret in it?
What is the basis for doing this?
"My father disagreed with this law, probably because he inherited some rebellious ideas from the older generation." Shana seemed to be reminiscing about the past. "They insisted on collecting all the literature they could find, and the final result was these books... all the books around you."
So what I saw on the boat was no accident.
Hitzfeld got goose bumps.
When she was on the ship, she borrowed books from many sailors and crew members to relieve boredom, but those books...how to put it, if they didn't look like books, she would be reluctant to call them books.
The content is a bit poor and unnutritious, and it lacks storytelling when read. It's more like a group of people with no literary talent coming together to express their fantasies about mythology in words.
Now it seems that this cannot be blamed on the authors. It turns out that writing about what happened seriously is forbidden...
"A generation can record stories that happened within two generations." Xia Yibing suddenly said, "What if this generation dies? If the 'two-generation stories' they recorded are passed down, won't they avoid criminal responsibility?"
"There is no loophole to exploit." Shana sneered, "I said these books are banned books... Such books may be passed down, but once discovered, the family will be confiscated and the clan will be exterminated. The reason why our family has fallen into this situation is basically because of them."
"Ma'am... Shana." Hitzfeld looked into her eyes seriously.
"You don't seem to agree with your father's ideas."
"I..." Shana's breathing hitched.
She really wanted to say of course - after all, the Posha Lords were once such a glorious clan, but because of such a meaningless thing... something that has not shown any benefit so far, it has fallen into such a state. The Sea King City that she had personally protected was not only handed over to others to rule, but she could not even get the slightest official position. She could only guard this ancestral tree and even had to shamefully transform it into a mansion.
Maybe she had stood with her father when she was young, they agreed together, were dissatisfied together, and expressed hatred towards the Kingdom of God together, but now that she had grown up, she began to wonder whether all these efforts were worth it.
She wanted to say this... but she was being stared at by the girl with gray eyelashes, and for some reason she couldn't say the words.
"There's a reason why the Kingdom of God does this." She finally turned her eyes away angrily, staring at the floor and said quickly, "If it were just some ordinary records, it would be fine... but you have to know that the earth is no longer clean after the Blood of Salvation. Not to mention those major events, even the rural unofficial history may contain extremely terrifying evil curses!"
“Why do you know so much!” As if she felt that this attitude was too humble, she raised her head and glared at the girl. Her words sounded like she was scolding her and herself at the same time: “This world… ha… In this world, the more you know, the faster you die!”
"History is meaningful, ma'am." Xia Yibing had to stand up and say something, "A civilization without history cannot move forward normally."
She once thought that this subject was just so-so, the kind of thing that was best to have, but not having it was no big deal.
At that time, her knowledge was still relatively limited. She thought that as long as there were scattered archives within the Security Bureau, it would be enough, and it didn't matter how the history of the outside world was recorded... This idea was eventually proved to be completely wrong.
The story of the sea of time has proved that history is a mirror.
