The tyrant of blood hangs high above everyone's head, forever demanding and devouring the blood tax from people's flesh and blood.
Borogo did not ask Olivia about the meaning of her words, but focused on the conversation with Osana.
"Are you worried that those radicals will take the world to another dark extreme?"
Osana nodded and said, "I have read many books and reviewed many historical records. A hundred years ago, my family also participated in the crusade against the Eternal Night Empire. I have always felt that the Dawn War was a bifurcation point in the world.
We have pulled the world back from the wrong path.”
"Then you now feel that the overly radical concept of Sublime Supremacy is just another form of... the Night Clan?"
Boluogo organized his words and finally asked this question.
Osana did not answer Bologo's question immediately, but looked out the window silently. The bus drove through the streets and passed through various urban areas. Pedestrians were walking and talking on the streets, just like a normal urban society.
the difference.
But as the bus gradually moved away from the Holy Hub, and when the glow of the Aurora Road was no longer shining here, Boluogo found that the street scene became more and more dilapidated, with old buildings piled up haphazardly, and most of the doors and windows had long been broken.
The wall cracked, revealing the color of the red bricks underneath, like broken skin, exposing scarlet wounds.
There are many homeless people sleeping on the ground on the street. They huddle in the corners like black garbage bags. Under the flickering street lights, they build several fires with empty iron buckets, and the swaying flames release
A comforting warmth.
"I didn't expect that the heaven on earth also has a shadow that cannot be illuminated." Osana murmured.
"Imagining it, it seems reasonable."
Bologg accepted this situation very calmly, and such a dilapidated scene actually made Bologg feel at ease.
Osana turned her head and looked at Boluogo, her eyes full of curiosity and questions.
Boluogo said, "Just like purifying gold, no matter how hard the craftsmen try and how advanced the technology is, people will never be able to extract 100% pure gold. There will always be the slightest flaw."
"The same is true in the world. No matter how perfect a city or ideal society is, there will still be darkness in places we can't see."
"You are very realistic."
"To be precise, I am a practicalist," Bologo explained. "I do not deny the existence of ideals, but I believe that in order to achieve ideals, we first need real actions."
"I really wish I had your mobility."
"It's just that the environment I'm in is different. I'm an immortal. I have no blood relatives or family. I'm like an outlaw. Everyone is afraid of people like me. No one dares to push me. They know that I'm really a desperado.
They will hunt them day and night."
Boluogo was honest, as if he wanted to completely reveal the evil in his heart, "But you are different. You will die, and you will be bound by some messy things. It is normal to be clumsy in doing things."
Hearing the clumsiness, Osana couldn't help but laugh. She was the respected Duke of Rhapsody, a being at the top of the power of the Secret Group. Everyone respected her, but today she was casually offended by Boluogo.
This is normal. Boluogo is a decent outlaw. His status, bloodline, and many noble titles are not as good as a rock singer in his eyes.
Boluogo also didn't notice that he was becoming a true immortal little by little. The worldly things no longer restrained him, and he could only follow his own preferences.
"So, you think the Sublime Ones are another form of the Night Tribe, and then what?" Bologo asked about the topic that had just been dropped.
"Then... let's talk about something else first."
Osana smiled at Bologo, who found that her smile was quite pretty, with a sense of elegance and beauty, but she was used to being arrogant and indifferent, and this smile seemed a bit stiff now.
"Always changing the subject, is this your negotiating method?" Bologo asked.
"It's just a way of guiding you to come to my side subtly," Osana said. "I'm very good at persuading others."
"Use secret energy?"
"How could it be? I am the Duke of Rhapsody. Just by hearing this name, you should have guessed my school of thought."
"School of Illusion?"
Osana expressed her goodwill, "Yes, it is just a fantasy and will not affect your mind. You can rest assured about this."
"The School of Illusion is not that limited," Boluogo thought of an old friend. "I used to know a person who took the most traditional path of pure fantasy creation. That is to say, he was to a certain extent.
All your wishes can come true.
If he were you, as long as he activated the secret power and thought about 'persuading Boluogo', it might actually happen."
Osana tilted her head and smiled, "You are more interesting than I thought, Boluogo."
"You are also more approachable than I thought," said Boluogo. "If you were as arrogant as your two attendants, we might have a fight by now."
Boluogo thought of the regent, "I really hate that kind of condescending person. You have obviously done nothing and have nothing to do with him, but in his eyes, you are inexplicably inferior to others, which makes people
I wish I could raise my fist and smash his beautiful face."
"Hahaha."
Osana kept laughing. After calming down for a while, she continued her conversation and asked an inexplicable question.
"Bologo, do you have a girlfriend?"
"ah?"
Boluogo was stunned for a moment. He was a little confused as to whether this was Osana's negotiation skills.
Without waiting for a reply, Osana pointed forward, "Look, the woman sitting in the second row."
Boluogo looked along her line of sight, and a beautiful back came into view. Her smooth neck poked out from her clothes, and her beautiful side face came into view.
"According to aesthetics, she is indeed a beautiful woman, right?"
"Um."
Bologo acknowledged in a low voice, wondering what Osana was up to.
She added, "If you want her, what should you do? Take the initiative and strike up a conversation?"
Boluogo retorted, "Why should I get her? I have a girlfriend."
"Um?"
This time Osana was stunned.
Boluogo felt a little offended, "Am I like someone who doesn't have a girlfriend?"
"I think you should be very popular with women. A type like you should be very lovable, sensible, strong, and reliable." Osana looked at Boluogo repeatedly, "But because of the above, I think you are
For a man who only sleeps with his sword in hand, women are just unnecessary trouble to you."
"It seems you don't know me well enough," Boluogo said, feeling that the conversation was getting more and more absurd. "Besides, my girlfriend is not a trouble, she is very useful."
Boluogo said, holding up an example and clasping his fingers, "Her secret power can amplify me. She is also a wise scholar and can..."
Osana pressed Bologo's hand and forcibly interrupted his sales-like introduction.
She found that Bologg was a strange contradiction. While he was ruthless, he also had more or less black humor and an idiot-like sense of humor. It was hard to imagine what kind of experience had shaped Bologg like this.
Personality.
"Okay, okay, I did underestimate you, so let's say, let's say you want to get that woman, what would you do?" Osana tried to take control of the conversation back into her own hands.
Boluogo hesitated for a moment and said what he thought, "I will take the initiative to strike up a conversation."
"Tell her..." Looking at the beautiful back, Boluogo said while imagining, "I am being followed. In order to get rid of that guy, please help me cover up and pretend to be my boss."
My friend, you seemed to have a great time chatting with me."
"Well, a good start." Osana said.
"I learned this from the movie," Bologna continued. "The protagonist uses this sentence to trick the woman into his house."
"Then what?" Osana asked curiously.
"He is a romantic guy," Boluogo recalled Sere's face in his mind. "The ending is naturally three swords and six holes."
"oh……"
Osana let out a short sigh.
"So? What do you want to express?" Bologg asked, increasingly confused about the meaning of this conversation.
Osana had a strange smile on her face, and she asked again, "Then if you are a Sublime Master and you want to get this woman, what should you do?"
Boluogo's eyes trembled slightly. He discovered the trap set by Onasa. Her voice brought a strange magic power, like the devil's slander.
"Are you still going to use that clumsy conversation to win her heart?"
The bus stopped, the door opened, and several more disabled people walked in. One of the men sat next to the woman. The two of them were smiling, like friends or lovers.
"Oh, it's over, it turns out she has a boyfriend," Osana said softly, "How are you going to get her? For ordinary people, this kind of thing is very troublesome."
Boluogo pondered, investigating the woman's preferences like a detective, dressing up as her real destined son to intervene, or waiting quietly, not all relationships can last long, and when the two separate,
That's when Bologg strikes...
"Don't think about those troublesome and unrealistic plans," Osana put her hand on Boluogo's shoulder and whispered, "Don't you realize? You have already mastered the game's cheating device."
Boluogo stopped thinking and calmly faced the storm that followed.
"Boluogo, you are a high-ranking defender. You don't have to care about their own will at all. You can crush that man into bloody foam in front of her, and then completely control her who keeps screaming and wailing.
The gap between you and her is like a person and a pet. She will only be held in your hand obediently. If she resists you and scratches you, you will not get angry, but will only find her cute, just like a pet nuzzling her.
your cheeks."
When telling this point, Osana's eyes towards women can't help but have a sense of sadness. When you have no power, your resistance is just a struggle to add interest.
"No one will accuse you, let alone use force to punish you. You must know that you already have the greatest force in the world. Who can compete with you?
Everyone will try to win you over and compromise with you. Compared to a defender, an ordinary person like her is just a number that can be added or subtracted at will.
You are status, rules, and the embodiment of secular and extraordinary power."
Osana's speaking speed became faster and faster, like a progressive piece of music that stopped abruptly at the moment it reached its climax.
The only sounds left were the chatter of people in the carriage, the low wheezing of the engine, and the noise of metal friction and collision. In the chaos, there was silence in Boluogo's ears.
Osana leaned back, her eyes unfocused, looking at a place that Bologo couldn't see, and her voice was hollow and dull, like a mummy speaking.
"See, Bologg, this is the temptation we face all the time."
