Chapter 136 There Is No Blood Moon, so We Can’t Have One Either

Eight years ago, in 1660, Cammon City.

On a hot summer day, Feinanxue drove a car to the lower area and came to this cesspit that he swore he would never set foot in again.

At this time, the old mayor Punk was preparing to resign and retire because he was exploring death in the virtual world and was old and frail. Fei Nanxue took the opportunity to join forces with the council members and bribe civil servants, so that he would definitely win the mayor's position. His Linzhong Gallery was also founded at this time and had great influence on the upper echelons of Cammon City.

At this critical moment when he was planning to run for the next mayor, he put down all official duties, canceled all meetings, drove an ordinary car alone, parked on a roadside that was so rotten that it would grow feces on its own, and drove the car alone. The air conditioner in the car was turned up to the maximum, smoking a pipe and staring at a studio at the corner of the street.

It was a very ordinary ogre painting studio.

The whole street here is filled with ogre studios, so everything smells bad, which has a great killing effect on surrounding housing prices.

Oil painting is the unique talent of ogres. Low-quality citizens like ogres, whose average education level is only prenatal education, will naturally not challenge the difficulty of life. If they can use their talent to make things worse, they will naturally be so bad that they can't support the wall at all.

Although there are many people working in this industry, this industry is not involution. On the contrary, the supply exceeds the demand. A real 'Ogre Oil Painting' can be said to be in short supply.

The reason is that the ogre occasionally resonates with the virtual world when painting. The oil paintings created in this state will slowly increase the viewer's factional realm, which is equivalent to sailing in the virtual world.

However, the 'Ogre Oil Painting' has a time limit and will lose its effect within about 60 days. Therefore, the ogre oil painting is not a work of art, but a consumable product, and it is a consumable product that can have an effect on the magician, so it is naturally valuable.

But the premise is that they can resonate with the virtual world and draw a real 'ogre oil painting'. If it cannot resonate with the virtual world, it is simply producing garbage.

Therefore, most ogre painters will first work as apprentices in the studio for months or even years, learning while working, until they paint their first painting and earn their first pot of gold. As for the apprentice's job, there is no need to clean, after all, not many ogres like to be clean.

If it weren't for the sake of dignity, Fei Nanxue would also want to tear this white shirt that was so tight that it seemed to strangle him.

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After blowing out a smoke ring, Feinanxue turned her head slightly and saw an ogre boy passing by the car.

The young man was wearing a tank top that was originally white but now turned into brown, and shorts that were full of holes. At 1.9 meters tall, he was considered a dwarf among the ogres, but his appearance was closer to that of the standard race. He had a ferocious but not ugly mouth. Fangs.

He was carrying two large lunch boxes in both hands. This was his duty as an apprentice: to buy food for the painter.

Ogres want to eat every two hours, and they love hot meals the most, but they are too lazy to go to restaurants. If they order takeout, the labor cost is ridiculously expensive. No delivery person is willing to come to Ogre Street. If they are killed here, even the insurance company There is no loss at all, so hiring an ogre apprentice becomes the most ideal choice.

There's no need to pay anyway, you just need to take care of the apprentice's meals.

The moment she saw this young man, Fei Nanxue was stunned.

The young man also looked at the car, as if he was staring at a middle-aged ogre.

However, the young man looked around to make sure there was no one around, then he smiled crookedly, spit out the smelly and muddy spit towards the car window, then put down his lunch box and peed against the car door. After he was done, he picked up a small stone and scratched the car body hard. A few times, the harsh sound penetrated Feinanxue's eardrums like a knife.

The windows and front glass are double-sided glass, so you can't see the inside from the outside.

Watching the young man walking on the hot street, whistling and carrying his lunch box to the studio, he seemed to be scolded by the boss as soon as he entered the door. He nodded and bowed with a flattering face, then secretly spit into one of the lunch boxes and walked in respectfully.

During the whole process, Fei Nanxue remained motionless, her hand still holding the pipe.

His eyes followed the young man's back until the latter disappeared.

Finally, he drove back to the Government Affairs Office and reported the car as a public damage.

He never bought a painting from the young man, nor did he send anyone to help the young man. In fact, he never saw the young man again after that.

Even to obtain the recent situation of the young man, Fei Nanxue entrusted the Crime Hunting Department to investigate more than a dozen ogres in the name of 'preventing vicious crimes committed by ogres', and the young man was one of them.

When Fei Nanxue and the young man were only separated by a thin car window, but he did not dare to pull down the window, this man who rose from the bottom and climbed to the top of power in Cammon City finally understood the pathology of this country. Terrible place.

Eight years later, in 1668, the Broken Lake Blood Moon Trial was held.

Feinanxue looked at the pale Andreyer and said, "Did you know that in most countries, all races maintain the basic unit of the family..."

Kenmen said subconsciously: "That's because they are lagging behind."

"I'm not interested in debating whether the family system is backward or advanced. I only raise one point." Fei Nanxue showed a ferocious smile: "It is not that there are no ruling races in other countries, but their ruling races can basically reproduce independently, and even give birth to them. The royal family and nobility!"

Everyone's faces became paler and paler, and became redder and redder under the blood moon. Kenmen was almost pleading: "So their class is solidified and they are backward. The Blood Moon Country is the most civilized country."

"The reason why we prohibit the emergence of families is because our ruling race cannot reproduce independently. They are born homeless!" Fei Nanxue roared loudly: "The blood saint changes blood, and the moon shadow washes away the moon. After they change their race, they After losing the ability to reproduce, if you want to develop new descendants, you must let members of other races accept their transformation!"

"The two Blood Moon clans are like parasites that cannot survive alone. They absorb the best talents of various races and turn them into their own members, absorb the nutrients of each race to strengthen themselves, and thus enslave each race for thousands of years!"

"Why can't we have a family? Because Blood Saint Yueying has abandoned the bond of blood, so we are not allowed to have one! In this way, we cannot form a whole because of the bonds of family, love, and affection."

"Why emphasize racial human rights and freedom? Because the Blood Saint Yueying is a genderless, raceless and ageless monster. They are almost a natural whole, and yet we have internal strife because of race, gender, age, education, etc.! They deliberately provoke different races , people of different genders, different ages, and different ages fight with each other! In this way, we cannot form a group because we have common interests."

"The Racial Bill of Rights has erected a high and thick barrier around each of us, and the Bloodline Act prevents us from destroying any of this barrier. From now on, each of us is an independent individual and can only be alone. Facing the two behemoths of the institute and the church!"

Feinanxue raised her left hand that was pressed by the chain and pointed at the prison.

"Are we any different from those death row prisoners? No." The ogre said coldly: "The death row prisoners drain the value of the prison, and we are drained of value by the blood moon; the death row prisoners are controlled by chips to control their words and deeds, and we are controlled by our thoughts. Control your life!”

"In the Blood Moon Kingdom, we have only two ways to go from birth to death: become Blood Saint Moon Shadow, or become the food of Blood Saint Moon Shadow."

"Blood Moon is a beast cloaked in civilization, the most barbaric civilization."