Chapter 327 Ansu's Way of Making Money

All of them are gods.

Ansu is a good boy who respects the fate of others. With a respectful and blessing smile, he watched Arthur and Lister being captured by the Rainbow Apostle and taken into the small room of the Chaos Political Court.

Seeing that Arthur and Lister were safe, Ansu also put some of his heart at ease.

I just don't know how Luo Jia and Enya are doing

Yes, there is also a Luo Xiaobai, and I don't know where it went.

Ansu was thinking about things in his heart. He would dye Luo Xiaobai rainbow color when he has time.

The Chaos Political Court is a direct-controlled unit unique to the Avad Theocracy. It is similar to the position of the "Heretical Inquisition Bureau" in the Golden Kite era. The latter is directly responsible to the emperor, while the former is responsible to the elders of the Chaos Parliament. The work involved is to review the degree of chaos in the entire theocracy. If the degree of chaos of individual citizens or groups does not meet the indicators, they will be expelled from the Avad Theocracy.

For Ansu and other stowaways, only after passing the review of the Political Court can they be qualified to enter the outer city of Avad. Before that, they can only live in the human jurisdiction.

It is called a jurisdiction, but in fact it is a slum. Hundreds of thousands of refugees live in this narrow space and can only earn money by working for the vampire royal family's aunt juice shop and other colonial shops.

In simple terms, it is the blood collection center and food collection center of all Awad.

They are now in the third branch of the Chaos Political Review Office in the jurisdiction.

The dark autumn rain knocks in the courtyard, and the fine and dense rain weaves spider webs around the iron windows. When the bell in the courtyard strikes the thirteenth time and the sunset slowly gathers at the end of the mountains, the voice of summoning Ansu is heard again in the courtyard. The tone is casual and tired, with the arrogance unique to chaotic men.

"No. 1646, Milton, come in."

"It's your turn to attend the political review."

[World Mainline Mission 1]

[Three Generations of Rich Farmers, Ten Generations of Landlords Start]

Ansu stood up in unison, and heard the contemptuous and disdainful comments of the people around him,

"Oh, this guy is Milton. The only human among our group of Run people has already found a way to die."

Have Lister and Arthur been expelled from the human race by you?

Ansu's face was full of black lines, and LGBT people are more or less considered human beings.

Calling Ansu a human is just the beginning, and there will be more unpleasant and dirty remarks later.

As we all know, every time an exam is held, whenever a "nobody" like the protagonist appears, the dedicated passers-by and villains will start a long speech from various angles.

It's also weird. The protagonist is obviously set as a "nobody", but everyone knows the protagonist, even the stray dogs on the side of the road know that the protagonist is an unknown person who no one cares about!

They know many details better than the protagonist himself, from the pros and cons of his family to the origin of his bloodline inheritance, where he lives, how many beautiful sisters he has, what their surnames are, what kind of bad injuries the protagonist suffered when he was a child, and even how many coins are in his wallet. They know everything clearly. They don't look like passers-by, but rather the arrogant Nantong stalker.

In summary, Shuangwen novels are actually Nantong novels in a layer of skin.

Group portrait Shuangwen is group p Shuangwen.

Of course, this statement is a bit extreme. In Ansu's opinion, Shuangwen is actually more like writing a paper, and it is a very rigorous life paper.

The gods took the title "How can this unknown person be so weak and dare to compete with us on the same stage" and made arguments from the three-level scientific research structure of family background, appearance, and qualifications.

Finally, facts are opinions with suppression as the core, and the three-dimensional arguments of ridicule are grasped to drive the core driving force. Graduate students like answering debate questions expressed their opinions and delivered professional argumentative papers eloquently.

If the ridicule is not in place, the slap in the face is not refreshing enough, and it looks awkward.

If the discussion is not up to standard, the tutor will send him back to the second, third, or even fourth debate.

That is why in various novels, there are so many ignorant rich second-generations, playboys, and hidden families who have been slapped in the face by the protagonist so many times, and they are still ignorant and persistent in finding faults with the protagonist, as if playing a fun game.

Little do they know that all this is for early graduation and filming.

No one knows the hardships behind this.

And if the defense fails, the villains will go to the elders of the family and the Taishang family to send them off one by one like gourd dolls, which is easier to understand. This is a defense, but they ask the graduated seniors for help!

As for the old seniors and seniors, they also failed one after another. It is natural that they are at the level of graduates but are killed by juniors with high school degrees. How can the IQ of college students, especially college graduates, be higher than that of high school students?

So let's get back to the point. According to the conventional face-slapping routine, An Su, as the protagonist, also enjoyed the vicious ridicule of passers-by. An Su called it the 'graduation project' of the villains.

"I heard that this kid's family has no criminal record for three generations. His family is so clean and noble, it's really laughable! The ancients said it well, those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre!"

This is a paper that discusses from the perspective of family.

"Humph, this person is born with such an ordinary and unusual appearance, and his face is handsome. I have never seen such a handsome boy. It doesn't conform to high-level aesthetics at all. If I were him, I would have crawled into the cracks in the ground long ago!"

This is a paper that discusses the topic from the perspective of appearance.

"His brilliant talent is the highest and most terrifying I have ever seen in my life. He still dreams of becoming a chaotic citizen. Hehe, he is really overestimating his own abilities. The white swan wants to eat toad meat!"

This is a paper that draws conclusions from the perspective of qualifications.

After enduring these harsh and chaotic taunts, the smile on Ansu's lips became brighter and brighter. He was a swordsman, and the more he was scolded, the more energetic he became. If the guard hadn't been urging him, he would have had to listen to a few more words before going in.

At the same time, Ansu couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart. In this world full of lunatics, when would he be able to enjoy a normal slap in the face?

You are the worst passers-by I have ever led in this session. It is ridiculous that you didn’t even lead a single merlot.

He hated iron in his heart.

"No. 1646, Milton! Follow quickly! These people are waiting for you." The guard urged from the front, "Count Dracula is very pressed for time."

Count Dracula.

Is he the brother of Viscount Pigula? Ansu thought thoughtfully.

Letting your brother be the examiner is in line with the common sense of the Chaos Kingdom.

"May I ask about the first preliminary trial?" Ansu asked tentatively.

"[Wealth]." The guard glanced at Ansu with disdain. This kind of good boy who looked like a work-study student would definitely fail the test. "Don't even think about asking me for specific questions. I won't help anyone cheat. ”

Ansu raised his brows. He didn't expect that this guard was quite principled.

Ansu nodded, this was the same as what he had heard in the cage.

There are three rounds of preliminary review.

The first time is wealth, the second time is art, and the third time is qualifications.

But this was Awad, and Ansu asked suspiciously, "Are you really not going to help others cheat?"

"Of course not."

The guard shook his head and said proudly, "Because our official statement is called 'helping during the first test', and there has never been any word cheating! There is no such thing now, and there will never be one in the future. That is not called cheating, but help. "

"On the contrary, because I often help candidates during the preliminary examination, because of my willingness to help others. Our unit will rate me as excellent and advanced this year." As expected of Awad, there are good people everywhere.

Even the exam room is full of good people.

Ansu nodded happily, but unfortunately he was poor now and did not have enough funds to help others.

Ahead is the slum.

He followed the guard into the branch, passed through the long and narrow corridors and the silvery rain alleys, and then entered the human jurisdiction.

Opening his eyes slightly, what appeared in front of the young man's eyes was a community of pigeon houses similar to those seen in old Hong Kong movies in the 1900s. The only difference was that the scale here was larger, beyond imagination.

The setting sun drags the huge shadow of the tower into a long, narrow and distorted shape. Countless narrow windows overlap in the shadow. Each window is like an eye, and the tower in front of you is covered with tens of thousands of eyes. The abandoned long Corridors, stairs, and streets are like dark red blood vessels, one after another crisscrossing the body of this reinforced concrete monster.

This building is not dead, on the contrary, it is extremely lively. Every floor is covered with black shops, bright red signboards flashing with neon lights. Food, drink, whoring and gambling are the nutrients of this city. These industries pass through dark red blood vessels. , continuously supplying nutrients to the steel monster.

It is said that the building is too small, and that the city is too big.

Ansu concluded that the building in front of him was a walled city.

Before Ansu, there were nearly a hundred stowaways waiting here. They all looked at each other with wary expressions. Count Dracula's clan brother, the saintly high-ranking Viscount Pigula, was also there. Ansu Su was not surprised, after all, this was all about the spirit of helping others.

"Poor fellows."

"Welcome to [Chaos Walled City] - the gateway to Awad."

A noble, elegant, and slightly arrogant sharp voice sounded from the sky,

The shadows of the night were rolled into wings, blood condensed from the air into corpses, countless bats poured out from the deepest part of the city, each one emitted sharp syllables, and tens of thousands of syllables combined together turned into the strangeness of the political judge. speech.

Bats formed the outline of a man. He was wearing a night-colored tuxedo and had an ancient and majestic face. He took half a step back and bowed like a gentleman.

"I am the leader of the Chaos City Walled City and the political judge of this round."

He sniffed lightly, as if he was sniffing the wine, with sharp teeth exposed at the corners of his mouth, and his camel-red eyes flashed with blood-like brilliance, "You can call me: Count Dracula."

Count Dracula.

Ansu heard from stowaways outside that he was the most famous vampire noble in the Theocracy of Avad, and he was an elegant gentleman.

He has to absorb the blood of the First Son every day, which costs a lot of money. Only the strongest and richest financial resources can support his squandering. It is reasonable for him to be responsible for supervising the first round of 'wealth' in the preliminary trial.

Vampires are divided into titles according to their ranks: blood servant, follower, knight, baron, viscount, and earl.

For example, the vampire Ansu met in the Chaos Border was of the same saint rank as Pigula, that is, both were viscounts.

The title of earl means that the political judge in front of him has a rank of demigod.

Ansu frowned. He didn't expect to have to face a demigod as soon as he entered. The intensity of this world is indeed very strong.

"Poor devils, I can already smell the wine of virgin blood."

Count Dracula is an elegant nobleman, a tasteful, thoughtful, and licensed blood tester. Among all the blood, the blood of his first son is the best. It is beautiful and youthful and contains a hint of innocence. It's like a sweet fruit wine, which is unforgettable.

"Sir, but we are all men." Seeing Count Dracula's gentle manner, one of the demon orcs boldly raised his hand to ask. Count Dracula looked at him with a smile. The next second, the orc's lower body It turned into blood foam in the cup,

"Idiot, a virgin is a virgin."

Count Dracula took a sip of blood in the cup,

"There are no virgins these days, only virgins! Especially this kind of Xiao Chunan's blood is truly top-grade. It has not been contaminated by any love, has not been eroded by any woman, and is still full of desire and fantasy for sweet love. , green and dreamy, God, this is simply the best fairy product!”

Head down.

Ansu's face was full of black lines, and he would take off his virginity when his buddy came home.

"And only poor ghosts are Chu Nan. That's why I like poor ghosts, that's why I like you, that's why I want to run this city, and that's why I spent a lot of money to buy the operating license from the Chaos Bureau."

"Just to make you a poor man and Chu Nan for the rest of your life!"

Count Dracula opened his hand, "Rich men are not Chu Nan. Wealth and love belong to them, so their blood is sour and rotten, full of the dirty smell of copper."

"So you poor devils, dedicate your virgin blood to me and to this city! Finally, you can be Xiao Chunan here for the rest of your life!"

Dracula raised the blood in his hand into the air, smearing the scarlet nourishment on the dome of the chaotic city like splashing ink, making the whole world a bright red and picturesque place. His eyes were almost abnormally coquettish, and the corners of his mouth turned back. It cracked violently, even to the base of the ear,

"For the last time, welcome everyone to my chaotic city. I am the reviewer of the first round of political review [Fortune],"

“The conditions for passing the review are simple.”

"In the next twelve hours, I relied on everything to survive in this walled city. I worked as hard as I could, whether it was moving bricks, serving as a waiter, or even a corpse scavenger. Any job would do."

The blood-red eyes narrowed slightly in pleasure, and the vampire noble pressed his index finger on his blood-stained lips,

——"Try to make money from me."

"Even if you can only leave one gold coin," under the dark night, the vampire laughed gracefully and darkly, "I will consider you qualified."

[Main mission one]

【Wealth.Chaos Walled City】

[Mission 1: Survive twelve hours in the chaotic city (current progress: zero)]

(Rule: Everyone in the Chaos Walled City must have a job, otherwise they will be executed immediately)

[Task two, you must choose any occupation in the town. When you go to work, the work is completed, and after the wages are settled, the assets will be positive (current progress: zero)]

(Rule: Warning! If the final settlement of all assets is negative, no matter how much the debt is, you will be mortgaged to Chaos City and become Chu Nan, a poor ghost and a blood slave forever)

[Hidden final mission: unknown]

Ansu moved his gaze away from Count Dracula. He looked at the Tongzi Castle covered in night and blood shadow, showing a calm smile of interest.

As expected of the gateway to Awadh, it is truly extremely chaotic.

Deferring wages to migrant workers is just a low-level blood-sucking tactic.

Judging from the implication of this task and Count Dracula's tone, when the work is done, not only can't get any money when settling the salary, but even the money will be deducted and the money will be owed. At the end of the work, twelve hours are over. Even he will be mortgaged to the city debt and work for a capitalist vampire for the rest of his life.

The second task requires that you must choose a profession and find a class.

Ansu nodded calmly. Since he got the crown of [Reverse Pope], he has learned to think reversely in everything he does.

He has decided what career to choose.

Since you have to lose money when you work.

——Then if I just go to work and don’t work, isn’t that just making money?