Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 3

This is the Capital Opera House. Tonight, the annual puppet auction will be held here.

Aristocrats always like to control the fate of others and control the life and death of others to demonstrate their incomparable dignity; unfortunately, after the change of the national system and the abolition of slavery, their ever-expanding sense of morbid superiority can no longer be satisfied .

Soon, the "doll" business came into being.A descendant of a declining nobleman found those beautiful young women who lived in poverty, and bought their newborn boys who could not raise them; he imprisoned the freedom of these boys with contract magic, and trained them to be fun toys.It took him 15 years and all his money to cultivate the dolls, but the first doll auction made him a fortune.

He gained wealth by trampling on other people's lives and dignity, and he was an inhuman villain; but people only remember him as a witty and successful businessman.

The success of this business is well understood.Boys will not have the trouble of unwanted pregnancies, and a body that is stronger than a woman can also withstand tossing.Although it is difficult to make a boy's skin as white and smooth as a woman's, and even some cruel methods are used, who cares?

The auction is about to start, and almost everyone's eyes are on the stage.Only the guests in one box did not do that.

This dark-skinned young man is named Brian.He was waiting for someone, and by the way, he was trying to turn the glass ball decorated on the table into a lamp by using magic to make the fingertips glow; it was of course in vain, his flame could penetrate, but not in a space where the air was limited. Burns for a long time.

A crackling sound similar to static electricity was heard, and a beam of white light was injected into the glass ball, turning the glass ball into a bright lamp.Brian turned his head and smiled, "Medanzo, you're late."

"I have shooting training today. We are all serving, and of course it depends on the army's arrangement." Medan Zuo walked to the other side of the table and sat down, with a faint smile on his face and his chin slightly raised.

He is a man with flawless appearance, his complexion is very white, reminiscent of oriental white porcelain, his facial features are as delicate and clear as a knife, his soft golden hair exudes a soft light, his slender and powerful body is set off by the regular military uniform The next is more straight.Most notable are his eyes, which are a beautiful green color, often considered a symbol of innocence.

Only a few people know how indifferent and cruel this man is under his beautiful appearance.Indifference and disdain often appeared in those green eyes, and when he felt offended, his eyes became terrifying.Although under the guidance of his elders, Medanzuo would not bully civilians on the street like some noble young masters, but he never concealed his sadistic side to those who could be treated casually.

Brian stared at Medanzo's face, feeling a little unbalanced.The law states that men must report to the army on their first New Year of adulthood and serve for two years.Even nobles cannot escape compulsory military service. This is not the point; the point is that they receive the same training in different squads, and they are tanned like gold diggers returning from the desert, but this person in front of him seems to have no outdoor training at all.

However, the other party is so beautiful, but still no one cares about it because it is too scary.Thinking of this, Brian felt a lot better.He smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder: "You are right. There is still one year of service, and now we are all soldiers."

The first dolls of the night have already begun on stage.The thin and beautiful boy let the only cover on his body fall to the ground, stood naked|naked, and raised his head timidly.

Brian looked at the boy below and knocked on the table: "It's pretty, isn't it? You should think about it, I already have two."

Medanzo lost interest: "Very beautiful, but too weak. I don't want to kill people with a kick or a blow of the whip, because it will be commonplace." Brian laughed exaggeratedly, and asked, "You act So cruel, does Mr. James know?"

"Why did you mention my grandfather all of a sudden?" Medanzo coughed unnaturally, and raised his voice slightly: "You think he still has the strength to teach me a lesson? Come on, he's so old that he can't even walk without crutches."

"Even so, you are still afraid of him." Brian pointedly pointed out the key issues that the other party avoided.

Medanzuo smiled gracefully and decently: "If you want to go to the hospital now, I don't mind sending you there myself."

For the word "hands-on", Brian had painful memories.So he wisely changed the subject: "Did you know that there were people protesting in front of the Parliament Building yesterday? They were hysterical and denounced how harsh the law is for civilians, and they almost set fire to the demonstration."

"I can completely understand." Medanzo said lightly: "For the country, this is the best of times; for the common people, this is the worst of times. You see, although slavery was abolished, But people still did not get the land. The guards did not protect the safety of the citizens, but strictly restricted the behavior of the citizens, which was worse than before the reform. The large-scale armed riots made the rulers nervous, and the civilians also suffered. "

Brian raised his eyebrows: "You are really unique, I didn't even know you had such compassionate thoughts. Yes, we all know that the current system is unfair to civilians, but no one wants to change it. So, what is your opinion on saving What advice do the people at the bottom have?"

Medanzuo looked at the stage where the next puppet was being displayed, and his voice was calm and indifferent: "I don't care about their life or death. There are well-meaning people who provide welfare and proper holidays for civilians. Will they die of exhaustion? For example "He suddenly bent the corners of his lips: "Uncle is a born philanthropist, and you don't give up too much. It's a shame to be at the same table with a kind-hearted man who can help little beggars on the road and go to the slums to do volunteer work every weekend. It makes me want to die with shame."

"Come on, your tone really makes me ashamed." Brian shrugged: "'kindness' may be a tradition in my family. As long as it doesn't affect the overall interests, my father and I don't mind making the people who work for us live more comfortably. ...and more importantly, don't push them too hard. Think about the riots, where even women and teenagers took up arms against us."

While they were chatting, the auction was going on.The skinny and beautiful teenagers were sold at high prices, but when the last doll was exhibited, something happened.The boy's hands were locked behind his back, but he continued to struggle.The staff tried to tear off the blanket on his body, but failed because the other party was holding on to the small part of the fabric behind him.

Brian "tsk-tsk" twice: "You really have a big temper." Medanzuo glanced down, and then looked away: "Wild animals. Because they escaped when they were young and have not received relevant training, even if they are caught halfway, they will be sold at the auction." It’s not sold on the Internet, and it’s impossible to look like a tame pet.”

Brian thinks so.From the product point of view, this boy is not a qualified doll: although he looks handsome, he has no indistinguishable beauty at all. He looks thin, but his muscles are tight and powerful; most of these inferior goods are sold at low prices.He gave up the upright sitting posture before, and buried himself in the chair: "You still haven't bought anything this year."

Medanzuo glanced at him: "What's the matter? I don't care about this..."

His voice fell silent; at the same time, there was sudden confusion on the stage.

The boy suddenly swung the blanket over the head of the staff beside him, showing the sharp dagger hidden underneath; the shackles on his hands had been undone at some point.Facing the tall man rushing towards him, he jumped up and stabbed the dagger precisely at the aorta on the side of the neck of the opponent, causing blood to splash instantly.After falling, he rolled on the spot, leaving the other two in the air.

With a calm expression, Medanzuo watched the boy flee and kill; to be precise, he looked into the other person's eyes.The dolls all have crimson eyes, as beautiful as dark pure amber; but this boy's eyes are like flames in hell, lacking beauty, but making people tremble.

In order to quell the chaos, the owner of the auction used a magic attack; the boy who was hit fell to the ground and was captured again.The young man was still not timid, his eyes were fierce like a wolf's, he looked at the person who knocked him down, and yelled: "You sanctimonious beast, how dare you use your life to make money!"

"God, look at him!" Ignoring the terrified screams from the next door, Brian said with a smile: "This is not a pet dog, this is simply a wolf!"

"There is something wrong with this person." Medanzuo stared at the stage with great interest: "The way of killing is very good, and he is very good at timing. He may not be a systematically trained assassin, but he must have had many opponents with great disparity in strength. Combat experience."

"You're right, it's probably a conspiracy." Brian restrained his smile and said seriously, "We'll immediately suspend this auction and hand this guy over to the guards for interrogation."

"Where did you go?" Medanzuo turned his head and smiled, "I mean, I want this person."

"What?" If it wasn't for demeanor, Brian really wanted to dig out his ears immediately; he suspected that he had an auditory hallucination. "We buy dolls for fun, not for trouble."

"Will this child provide me with less fun?" After saying this, Medanzuo rang the bell on the table.

No one bid on him; no one wanted to buy the dangerous teenager.

After the final decision, Mei Danzuo stood up and jumped onto the railing, directly jumping from the second floor box to the first floor.His idea is simple - what belongs to him cannot stand naked in public.This is his principle.His things cannot be touched by others, and if he gets tired of it, even destroying it himself will not give it a chance to belong to others.

Sean stared at the figure that jumped down from the second floor, wanting to carry a rocket launcher and blast him into the sky.His emaciated body dragged him back and prevented him from escaping; being forced|to stand naked on the stage made him even more ashamed.All his anger was directed towards the "buyer", but he was completely stunned after seeing the other's face clearly.

The man looked too much like James Levine.The only difference is that the person in front of him is younger, simpler, and more indifferent.

Yes, indifference.Sean could see that the other's gentle smile was just a mask, with a cruel gleam in the beautiful green eyes.The question came out: "Your name? Who are you, James Levine?"

Medanzo, who was on the stage, paused. "Medanzo Levin. Watch your words, the person you call by his first name is my grandfather."

At that moment, anger gathered in Sean's eyes.The deep hatred had settled in his heart for a long time, and now he finally broke through the confinement. The intensity was no less than the sudden eruption of a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years.He violently broke free from his captors, and rushed towards Medanzuo.

Medanzuo swiftly dodged away, and Sean only tore off a few floating strands of golden hair; when he was about to attack again, the other party grabbed his arm first, and threw him hard to the ground.

As Sean struggled to get up and tried to fight again, someone put clothes on him.He subconsciously looked down and found that it was Medanzo's uniform.

"I love beasts with claws. But now, you've got to be quiet, and then, put your clothes on."

Sean didn't want to "be honest" down at all, but he had no choice - a dozen guns were pointed at him.He could only grit his teeth and quickly put on his clothes, then looked up at the young man in front of him.

This person is indeed from the family at the top of the aristocracy, and he exudes an incomparably captivating aura even when he is standing.Now the other party slightly lowered his head to look at himself in a state of embarrassment, his eyes full of irritating arrogance.I am humble in the eyes of the other party, and the attack launched out of anger is not worth mentioning.Now the man looked at himself as if he were looking at a wild dog.

The hatred in Shane's heart grew stronger.He stared fiercely at the familiar stranger, and said the word he wanted to say most: "Get lost."