Eight years ago, in 1660, in Kaimon City.
On a hot summer day, Financier drove his car to the lower class area, to the cesspool where he swore he would never set foot again.
At this time, the old mayor Punk died in the virtual world, and he was old and weak, so he was ready to resign and retire. Finanx took the opportunity to unite the councilors and bribe the civil servants to get the position of mayor. His Forest Gallery was also established at this time, and it had a significant influence on the upper class of Kaimon City.
At this critical moment when he was planning to run for the next mayor, he put aside all his official duties, postponed all meetings, drove his ordinary car alone, parked on the side of a road so rotten that it seemed to grow feces, turned on the air conditioner to the maximum, smoked his pipe, and stared at a studio at the corner of the street.
It was a very ordinary ogre studio.
The whole street here is lined with ogre art studios, so it stinks everywhere, which has a huge dampening effect on surrounding housing prices.
Oil painting is the unique talent of the Ogre. Low-quality citizens like the Ogre, whose average education level is only prenatal education, naturally will not challenge the difficulty of life. They can use their talent to get worse, and naturally they will get worse to the point of being completely hopeless.
Although there are a large number of people working in this field, this industry is not inward-looking. Instead, supply exceeds demand. A real "Ogre Oil Painting" can be said to be in short supply.
The reason for this is that when the ogre is painting, he will occasionally trigger a resonance in the virtual world. The oil paintings created in this state will allow the viewer to slowly increase the faction realm, which is equivalent to sailing in the virtual world.
However, the Ogre Oil Painting has a time limit, and will lose its effect in about 60 days. Therefore, the Ogre Oil Painting is not a work of art, but a consumable item, and a consumable item that can have an effect on magicians, so it is naturally worth a lot of money.
But the prerequisite is that they can arouse the resonance of the virtual world and draw a real "Ogre Oil Painting". If they cannot arouse the resonance of the virtual world, then they are simply producing garbage.
Therefore, most ogre painters would first work as apprentices in a studio for several months or even years, working and learning at the same time, until they painted their first painting and earned their first pot of gold. As for the work content of apprentices, they did not need to clean up, after all, few ogres liked cleanliness.
If it weren't for the sake of dignity, Financier would have wanted to tear apart this white shirt that was so tight that it seemed to strangle him.
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As she exhaled a puff of smoke, Fenanxue turned her head slightly and saw a young ogre passing by the car.
The young man was wearing a tank top that was originally white but now turned brown, and shorts full of holes. He was 1.9 meters tall, which was considered short among the ogres, but his appearance was closer to the standard race, with a mouthful of ferocious but not ugly fangs.
He was carrying two large lunch boxes in his hands. This was his duty as an apprentice: to buy meals 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, and ordering takeout is ridiculously expensive - no delivery man is willing to come to the Ogre District, and even the insurance company won't compensate if they are killed here - so hiring an ogre apprentice becomes the most ideal option.
Anyway, you don’t have to pay any money, you just need to provide the apprentice with food.
The moment she saw this young man, Fenanxue was stunned.
The young man also looked into the car, as if he was staring into the eyes of a middle-aged ogre.
However, the young man looked around and made sure that there was no one around, then he smiled crookedly and spat a mouthful of smelly and turbid saliva towards the car window. Then he put down his lunch box and urinated towards the car door. After he was done, he picked up a small stone and scraped the car body a few times. The harsh sound pierced Finanxue's eardrum like a knife.
The car windows and front glass are double-sided glass, so you can't see inside from the outside.
Watching the young man walking on the hot street, whistling and carrying a lunch box to the studio, he seemed to be scolded by the boss as soon as he entered the door. He nodded and bowed, showing a flattering face, then secretly spat at one of the lunch boxes and walked in respectfully.
During the whole process, Financière didn't move at all, with her hand still holding the pipe.
He followed the young man's back with his eyes until he disappeared.
Finally, he drove back to the City Hall and reported the car as public damage.
He never bought any of the young man's paintings, nor did he send anyone to help him. In fact, he never went to see the young man again after that.
Even in order to obtain the boy's latest situation, Fenancier commissioned the Crime Hunting Office to investigate a dozen ogres in the name of "guarding against the vicious crimes of ogres", and the boy was one of them.
When Fenanxue was only separated from the young man by a thin car window, but he did not dare to roll down the window, the man who rose from the bottom to the pinnacle of power in Kaimon City finally understood the morbid and terrifying nature of this country.
Eight years later, in 1668, the scene of the Blood Moon Trial at Broken Lake.
Finanxue looked at Andreye, whose face turned pale, and said, "You know, in most countries, all races maintain the family as the basic unit..."
Kenmon said subconsciously: "That's because they are backward."
"I'm not interested in arguing whether the family system is backward or advanced. I just want to make one point." Finanxue showed a ferocious smile: "Other countries do have ruling races, but their ruling races can basically reproduce independently, and even gave birth to royal families and nobles!"
Everyone's faces turned paler and paler, and became redder and redder under the blood moon. Kenmen almost begged: "So they are rigid in class, they are backward, and the blood moon country is the most civilized country—"
"The reason why we forbid the emergence of families is because our ruling race cannot reproduce on their own. They are born homeless!" Fenanxue roared loudly: "Blood Saint changes blood, Yueying washes the moon, they lose their ability to reproduce after changing their race. If we want to develop new offspring, we must let members of other races accept their transformation!"
"The Blood Moon Tribe is like a parasite that cannot survive on its own. They absorb the best talents of each race and turn them into their own members. They absorb the nutrients of each race to strengthen themselves, thus enslaving each race for thousands of years!"
"Why can't we have a family? Because Blood Saint Moon Shadow has abandoned the bond of blood, so we are not allowed to have one either! In this way, we cannot form a whole because of the bonds of family, love, and kinship."
"Why do we emphasize race, human rights and freedom? Because Blood Saint Moon Shadow is a monster without gender, race or age. They are almost a natural whole, and we will fight among ourselves because of race, gender, age, education and other reasons! They deliberately instigate people of different races, genders, ages and ages to fight each other! In this way, we cannot form a collective because we have common interests."
"The Racial Human Rights Act has erected a high and thick barrier around each of us, and the Bloodline Prohibition Law prevents us from destroying this barrier. From now on, each of us is an independent individual, and can only face the two behemoths of the Institute and the Church alone!"
Financier raised her left hand, which was pinned down by chains, and pointed at the prison.
"Is there any difference between us and 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 words and actions of the death row prisoners are controlled by the chip, and we are controlled by our thoughts for our entire lives!"
"In the Blood Moon Kingdom, we have only two paths to take from birth to death: become a Blood Saint Moon Shadow, or become the Blood Saint Moon Shadow's food."
"The Blood Moon is a beast in civilized clothing. It is the most barbaric civilization."