Technician's Manual Chapter 154

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Kaimon City, 'Upper Zone' Cathedral District, No. 22 Silent Forest Villa District.

Knocking.

Three seconds after the respectful knock on the door sounded, there was a cold voice: "Come in."

The orc Gesas opened the door and walked into this small library with his entourage. It is 7.7 meters high and covers an area of ​​79 square meters. All walls are inlaid with carved bookshelves carefully crafted by goblin craftsmen. Even the ceiling is covered with glass curtains. Behind the scenes are a series of inheritance scrolls made with secret methods in ancient times, and a soft pink-purple enchanting wool carpet is spread on the ground.

Although it was not the first time here, every time he saw this extravagant room, Gesus couldn't help bend his waist lower.

Let's not mention the precious knowledge that will not be spread on the curtain. This pink-purple carpet alone makes people not interested in any rebelliousness. You should know that the color of the vewa is changeable, and the pink-purple is the rarest and most rarest. Beautiful coat color.

How many veevas have to die to weave such a carpet?

Of course, Gesas did not think that the owner would use any illegal methods for a carpet. According to the owner's personality, he would never display the dirt in such a fair manner, so this shows that this carpet is a legitimate artwork that is legal and compliant.

He guessed that this might be the owner bought from the research institute, or a gift from the scholars of the blood saint race-all commodities related to the corpse basically came from the research institute.

Only a research institute that has all the resources of the corpse can it be possible to 'legally comply' to create such a splendid and thrilling artwork.

Walking along the carpet through the forest of books, what greeted Gesus's eyes was a desk that looked like a tree trunk. There is no light in the room, and the light red moonlight passes through the floor-to-ceiling windows, is divided into two halves by the seat, and is gently spread over the area around the desk.

The person in the seat was bathed in darkness. When he opened his turquoise eyes, Gesas looked down at his toes, not daring to look directly at the elf's eyes.

"You don't look like you are bringing me good news, Gesas."

"We have found Ronald and dispatched two Golden Mouths and Seven Silver Mouths, but because the'Death Eaters' were too fierce, they finally escaped." Gesas said quickly: "All black market medics are They have been watched by woodpeckers, and once they seek treatment, they will definitely be caught by us."

"Well, what else?"

"Although there is no witness intelligence, but from the shopping, garbage collection, etc., we can be sure that Igola Bokin is hiding in the apartment of the blood mania hunter Amy Lexus. But Amy Lexus is a moonshade, We cannot conduct further searches."

"Even the Moon Shadow Clan is willing to shelter him?" The elves were a little surprised: "It should be deceived. Most Moon Shadows are pure-minded monsters... What else?"

"Many affiliated hospitals have reported that when they retrieved the remains according to the coordinates given by the crime hunting hall, they did not find any dead bodies; a crime hunting branch in the upper area was receiving a'death signal' Arrived at the scene of the crime within ten minutes, no body was found, and even traces could not be traced.

"There have been several sensational murders in the lower area. The leaders of the gangsters under the Wine Club of Eternal Life suddenly went crazy and slaughtered their subordinates. The murderer's body has obvious traces of necromancy."

"A former member of The Wine of Immortality died in his sleep, and there is no sign of resistance."

"Such a clean and skillful way of handling dead bodies, as well as the modus operandi full of the controller's style, is obviously the 'Necrophile' Archibald Harvey's revenge."

Gesas said: "Based on his range of activities, he can basically tell that his stronghold is in the pig zone. Give me three more days to find him!"

"I don't doubt your ability to work, but you can't find him."

The elf tapped the desk lightly with his fingers: "This necromancer has violated the taboo of the blood saints. These days, the crime hunting hall must go all out to pursue his trace... Maybe at the time of our dialogue, he has been The blood mad hunter catches it and bleeds like a pig, his memory is taken out, and his body is decomposed into various materials-in the face of enemies who can touch the interests, the blood saints always show respect."

"Although no one was caught, these four are barely good news. Then..."

"anything else?"

Gesas trembled all over, his knees softened, and he knelt directly, his forehead pressed against the carpet, even though his heart was gripped by boundless fear, but his words were still smooth: "Sorry, Woodpecker can't find anything about Ash Heath There is no trace of it, there is no intelligence at all."

There was a chuckle from behind the desk: "Under the glory of the blood moon, everyone is equal, not to mention Gesus, you are a two-winged magician. You have bathed in the rain of gold. Don't bow down easily."

In the face of this seemingly soothing relief, Gesus did not dare to move at all. The pride of heaven among the orcs, still maintained the most humble posture, revealing his defenseless back in the eyes of his master.

That's right, he, like his master, is a two-winged golden mage. If it is placed elsewhere, Gesus does not say that he is on an equal footing with the owner, but at least he will not be so humble... However, this is the kingdom of the blood moon.

The law is the will of God, and the rules are the desire of God.

Unless you are willing to betray society, be willing to break away from civilization, be willing to turn into a beast, and are willing not to play this garbage game, even a legendary magician must follow the social rules-and in a game with rules, resources are the biggest voice.

Power is a kind of resource, it is a more important one, but it is not the only one. The more stable the society, the lower the resource value of power, and in this country of civilization that has been passed down for more than a thousand years, power has only existed as a threshold, like a stepping stone to academic qualifications.

Non-managers can only honestly become the fuel of the society. Although they are qualified to participate in this game, they are only qualified, because this is a PVP game that began a thousand years ago, and there is no novice village, In the low-level area, all new players who join are faced with various guild bosses (entrepreneurs), liver guys (upper people), full-level players (legendary magicians), and even open players (Blood Moon Clan). ).

The most interesting thing is that although it is a PVP game, there are always safe areas in society, and mutual attacks are not allowed in theory.

Therefore, there are only two ways for new players-to be the dog of the old players and to moisten the resources flowed down by the fingers of the old players through flattery; or to become fuel and be squeezed out tacitly and isolated by the old players.

Gesas is a new player who only opened an account in this game 36 years ago. Although he is indeed talented, an orc can step into the second wing at the age of thirty, but he is the master, but Old players who have joined this game since 180 years ago.

Compared with mana, connections, power, and resources are the most terrifying power of the elves.

The prestigious titles such as the president of the Elf Human Rights Association, the city council member, and the school professor need not be mentioned. The identity of "behind-the-scenes master of the woodpecker" can easily ruin Gesas's efforts over the years-of course Gesas is The current leader of the woodpecker, but most of the core members of the woodpecker can be directly controlled by the owner.

Funny to say that as a dirty organization, the core members of Woodpecker actually have no such thing as remuneration and wages. Even if their labor rights are violated, the labor law will definitely not protect them, but the crime hunting hall may help them get revenge.

The main source of income for most members of the organization, including Woodpeckers, is loans.

Everyone's remuneration is 'temporary borrowing' from financial companies. Of course, as long as you work honestly, you will naturally not be required to repay the money, and no interest will be charged. But once a financial company chooses to collect money, all those who cannot pay back will directly become 'distrustful'.

In the realm of Blood Moon, becoming a "distrustful person" is equivalent to sleeping in a cardboard box at the bottom of a bridge. Unable to use any means of transportation, unable to enter and exit any level, unable to make any high consumption, unable to rent a house, or even unable to communicate, it is equivalent to kicking you out of civilized society.

Perhaps some people are surprised that under such harsh conditions, how can someone join the woodpecker? Can't you work honestly and sign a labor contract that protects your legal compliance rights?

Because almost all members of Woodpecker can't stand the nine-to-five work. And for a technician, unless they are joining a specific institution such as a research institute, most of the work is a waste of time for them.

The training of a technician needs to be off-the-job, and it is very expensive.

Even if they want to borrow money to practice off-the-job training, no bank will grant such loans. In such a comparison, Woodpecker is willing to provide 'interest-free loans with no deadline', which is very fragrant. If they can become a two-wing artificer, Woodpeckers will naturally waive loans and even reuse them. Even if they fail to become a two-winged artist, Woodpeckers will not ruin their credit reports as long as they honestly do not betray the organization.

If you want to practice while working, it's not impossible. In fact, this kind of person will be regarded as an inspirational model and hyped. But since it is'inspirational', it shows how bumpy the road is. All successful people are talented, hardworking, and lucky to get out of ordinary life.

People with these qualities may succeed sooner if they come to Woodpecker to walk the evil way.

It is not a fluke that woodpeckers can grow up so far. Even without woodpeckers, these black magicians will still rely on other forces in exchange for learning resources (especially time resources), even if they sign more stringent contracts to become dogs.

Moreover, most practitioners don't even have the opportunity to be a dog.

They can only be dogs.

If the income of ordinary legal work is 1, and the income of dog food at the level of Gezas is 15, then the income of woodpeckers with silver beak is 5, and the income of gold beak is 10.

So even if it is possible for Gesus to kill the elf right now, he only dared to lower his head humbly.

What if you kill the owner? He cannot inherit any inheritance of the elves. The woodpecker who is bound by debts will not admit a criminal leader. Everything the elves have will be divided among players of his level, and Gesus, who breaks the rules of the game, will only be sent. Broken Lake Prison, as a'very vicious criminal leader', was squeezed out the last drop of dignity in the live broadcast of Blood Moon.

The best result is that there are other 'old players' who are willing to appreciate Gesus, save Gesus' life, and let him be included under his command. In short... it is Gesus's change of owner.

This is the racial equality of the Blood Moon. In the face of the longevity, everyone is equal and inferior.

This is the human rights and freedom of the Blood Moon, the freedom to choose which old player to be a dog for.

From a long time ago, Gesus knew that the blood moon was a paradise for longevity. In this game where there is no inheritance, cannot be accumulated from generation to generation, and all new players need to "restart", life span is the most powerful cheating secret.

The longer the life span, the more resources can be obtained; the longer the life span, can one become an'older' player; the longer the life span, can one form an interest group centered on oneself.

This is why the Blood Moon Clan is the ruling class, and why the elves are hailed as the 'Steward of the Society'—for the Blood Moon Clan, the elves are the only race that is qualified to sit on an equal footing with them.

As for those short-born species that will die within a hundred years, they are not worthy of attention at all. It has nothing to do with discrimination, or even with interests, because in the eyes of long-term species, short-term species are only their resources.

Life span is the biggest class barrier.

So even if it is humble, even if it is humble like a maggot, Gesas must earn enough money for him to study the life extension surgery.

Sometimes Geszas would wonder if he was not born in a nursing home in the lower-level district, if he was determined to go to middle school and university at that time, and finally successfully admitted to the graduate school as a blood saint, would everything be all right? Different.

But there are not so many in the world. If, reincarnation did not make the right choice, and did not go to school well, he could only take the hardest path.

As time passed, the silence in the study seemed to freeze. Just when Gesus's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, the elf's voice slowly sounded: "Look at Gerald."

After a moment of silence, Gesas said, "Captain Bloodmad Hunter, Gerald Westminster, the White Haired Butcher?"

"Ash Heath made him lose so much face, and Gerrard will definitely pursue him personally. If Gerrard kills him on the spot, then nothing else; if Gerrard chooses to capture him, stay He died..."

"The woodpecker ate this pest."

In front of the Three Wing Sanctuary Magician, robbed and killed Ash Heath?

Thinking about the things in the large intestine, you know how difficult this task is, but Gesas responded without hesitation: "Your order will be fulfilled, but since two days ago, Gerrard's whereabouts are mysterious, even hunting. The crime hall doesn't know where he is going, I don't know..."

"He's probably at Observation Point 53." The elf said, "Go, and may the blood moon illuminate your way."

Gesas stepped out of the room, closing the door gently.

The elf opened the file next to it. It was the resume of Ash Heath, which recorded his birth record, parenthood, middle school award records, and university activities in detail.

He tapped the desk lightly with his fingers. His nails were very slender, and he would knock on the wooden table with da, da, da sound...

"Why haven't you left?"

The elf raised his head ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and looked at the hooded man in front of the desk.

The hooded man walked over from the shadow of the study, stepped onto the blood-shining ground, wearing a mask, and his eyes full of surprise.

"Sure enough, even if it is a Second Wing Mage, there is a difference between superior and inferior." He chuckled softly: "The Second Wing Mage can detect me. It seems that I can't bluff and lie in front of Gerald..."

"Are you not a follower of Gesus?" The elf frowned, "Who are you?"

He noticed this man just now, but he thought it was Gesus's entourage, and didn't pay much attention to it.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized a problem-Gesas would never bring anyone to see him, and only the leader of the woodpecker was qualified to meet him...

"It's really sad, I escaped from Broken Lake with all my hardships. Professor you still can't recognize your proud disciple."

He pulled the mask, revealing a refreshing smile.

"Meeting for the first time, Schilling Dole, this is Ash Heath."

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