Lana Carubi never thought that she would still dream.
She seemed to have just woken up from the illness and sat up from the soft mattress. Then, with a depressed expression, she draped the spacious and incompatible luxurious robe on her side, and then came to her dressing table and used cosmetics to erase the subtle traces of disease that had begun to appear on her face.
As a noble daughter of the Mupekta dynasty, she must always maintain her makeup, both for the family and for her future husband.
Face is more important than life.
But in her mind, there was something more important than marrying or thriving offspring. Lana turned and looked at her desk, where there were piles of books, all of which were the most complex mathematical and scientific classics, and a projection ball that could form virtual images.
She was a naughty and independent girl since she was a child, never being bound by the cumbersome and heavy aristocratic regulations, and always longed to become a true scientific technician, just like her cousin - rather than a desperate and vulgar short life, marrying a nobleman whom she had never known, having children, passing the cursed genes to the next generation, and then dying in illness, perhaps not seeing her grandson or granddaughter before she died.
But her mother, who is old and is about to end her life, told her that this is her responsibility and the fate of the race of the deceased from generation to generation. Only in this way can the continuation of the dynasty be guaranteed. Although the body will abolish, every brick and tile of the dynasty is eternal. Whether it is the life of aristocrats or the life of a slave, its essence is the same and must be used to ensure that the foundation of the dynasty exists forever.
But Lana still couldn't understand whether a long-standing cursed dynasty was continued in such a futile way. Is it a curse or hope?
At least, when she is alive, she wants to live for herself, not for her responsibilities and obligations, although this sounds a bit selfish.
She felt something. She stood up and wanted to walk towards the desk, but suddenly she felt her knees soft and then fell to the ground. Her heart seemed to be held by a big hand, and the colic might stop at any time, which made her moan with a little pain.
But she still wanted to struggle to crawl through her desk.
Suddenly, the door opened, and amid the sound of anxious footsteps, a man grabbed her by her hand, picked her up, and hugged her in his arms.
"Hurry, drink it."
A crystal bottle was handed to her mouth, and Lana opened her mouth and sucked the light green liquid inside.
After a moment, she left her in pain. This experience of death made her shoulders tremble and sweat all over.
"Why do you have to be angry and not take medicine? Because... did your uncle smash your calculation board?"
Lana nodded vigorously while crying.
Then a pair of hands wearing several rings held her face, forcing her to raise her head and look at her.
This is a woman who is a little older than Lana. Her face has a clear sense of incongruity, her nose is also very collapsed, her appearance is ugly by the standards of fearing the dead, and she also wears a luxurious robe, but she wears a pendant made of geometric patterns on her neck, showing her very unique identity - a technician in the academic community of higher technicians.
The birth of this organization originated from the first separatist war between the Dead. During the Civil War, a group of science and technology mastered advanced technology maintained a neutral position in the conflict, and then took the opportunity to sell weapons and war knowledge to the highest bidder dynasty, thus making a fortune. As the intensity of the war increased, the power of the community continued to grow, and soon became the first comprehensive scientific and technological group in the race of the Dead that integrates scientific research, production and exploration.
At the same time, it is also one of the few organizations that fear the deceased, with many talented female technicians.
But this community has been destroyed at this time. Before launching a war against the ancient enemy, the Three Saints Council of the Dead suppressed the technicians on the excuse that no organization has the right to control the transactions of key technologies and weapons. (It is all facing the scientific and technological groups. King Silence chose the iron fist, and bacon chose to compromise)
Under the strong suppression of the Three Saints Parliament, the organization of the academic community of Higher Technicians was completely shattered, and its surviving members had to scatter and swear to serve the race of the deceased forever and not establish a group to survive.
The person in front of Lana is her cousin Ah Hotep. The two have been playing together since childhood. Shortly after they broke through numerous obstacles to joining the academic community of higher technicians, the organization was forcibly disbanded, but she still insisted on her identity as a technician and became a role model for Lana.
"Lana, expressing dissatisfaction is OK and should, but don't threaten your own physical safety."
"But..."
Ah Hotep sighed and hugged her in his arms.
"There will always be a solution, but no matter what you do, you must protect yourself first, do you understand?"
"Um..."
"Okay, the floor is cold, get up, I'll clean it for you first."
Ah Hotep stood up with Lana's hand and then came to the small room next to him. It looked like a bathroom, but there were no bath items, only a lot of pipes, crystal bottles and a huge bath-like equipment.
The female technician selected several crystal bottles, then poured the liquid inside into the equipment, then controlled the rising panel, and knocked on several complex symbols. Soon the inside was filled with colorful colors.
Lana took off her robe and underwear, walked into the device, and lay down slowly. Then many tiny mechanical tentacles extended from the inside of the device and pressed tightly across her body.
The first thing every noble who fears the dead will do when he wakes up every day is to perform such a ritual, carefully clean their bodies, looking for rough patches or hard swelling, because these signs indicate the beginning of the countdown to their lives. When the ruthless death hidden in the gene arrives quietly, it will never let any person who fears the dead die quickly and peacefully.
This is the curse that covers the endless years of the race of the fearful deceased. Although their technology has enabled them to smash the stars and conquer the vast number of stars, they cannot let them live a little longer.
Even those doctors who can use all the high-authority technologies can be regarded as having a skilled medical skill if they can make the nobles suffering from genetically withered cancer live beyond the age of forty.
"Well... because you didn't take medicine last night, the lesion progress was a little faster than normal, and it might take more time."
Although soaked in the liquid, it did not affect Lana's words. She also knew that she was willful, so she said a little shyly:
"Thank you... cousin."
"Stop doing such stupid things anymore. I have brought you a new one."
Chapter completed!