Monsters Will Die If They Are Killed

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Aian Continent, the southern city-state union, the industrial mobile city Avonde.

In the middle of the night, the holy sun has set, and the red light of the magic moon shines through the layers of dark clouds on the earth, like the eyes of a bloodthirsty giant in the dark.

Different from the quiet residential areas around the core city, the industrial area in the lower city area is still noisy today. The two shifts of workers are like fuel, filling themselves into the belly of the behemoths so that they can It roared and spit out black smoke enough to cover the entire moving city.

Any city has an industrial zone. After all, any mobile city must have the most basic industrial standards that can be self-maintained.

Of course, self-maintenance alone is not enough. If there is an accident in the city while driving, the basic industry cannot carry out comprehensive maintenance.

Therefore, any large-scale mobile city has a complete set of industrial systems. Only small-scale mobile city-states need to go to large cities for maintenance inspection every few years, repair damages, and conduct large-scale exchanges and trade by the way.

Even some mobile cities specialize in repairing and testing other cities for a living.

The industrial city Evand is such a mobile city. It travels in the south of the Asmodian Empire, traveling back and forth between the Nanling mining area and the southern coast in order to obtain sufficient industrial raw materials.

In the process, a large number of small mobile cities will move closer to it, like iron sand attracted by magnets.

Boom, boom.In the factory, violent source energy fluctuations came, and its power surpassed the full attack of the extraordinary mind.

This is not surprising. As the foundation of the source energy industry, the energy level of the large source energy furnace core is far beyond the ordinary heart light level, and the source energy fluctuations it emits can even change the celestial phenomenon in a small range. If reasonable protection is not taken, this level The source energy radiation is enough to make all the people working in it suffer from demonization.

And the core of the large mobile city, the super giant source energy furnace core that is enough to drive a mountain peak, is also known to set off man-made natural disasters, and the maintained shield can resist natural disasters for a period of time.

Therefore, in Aian World, workers are a highly respected high-end profession: their daily work is to protect the main arteries of urban life, so they must master certain source energy skills, and they can also protect themselves under source energy radiation. The salary is not low.

A skilled senior worker, or engineer, even if he is not a professional, has a status comparable to that of a knight.

But this is just saying "formal work".

There are too many jobs needed in industrial cities. It is impossible for all of them to be respectable workers, master pilots, cities cannot afford such salaries, and not all jobs in factories require professional workers to do .

Therefore, positions such as'temporary workers' came into being.

Temporary workers don’t need much technology, or even culture. It doesn’t matter if they don’t know a few words. They only need to assemble molds on the assembly line, or do some manual labor of handling—this kind of work is the majority. , So that the cheap children from the slums and the farmers from the farms can become temporary workers as soon as they need them.

It is precisely because of this that the salary is meager and it is squeezed.

Most of them have to get up and work at dawn every day, and they can only go back in the evening. Even though the workers in the evening shift are lighter, they are more dangerous: the glow of the magic moon will intensify the activity of the source energy and make the workers in the factory more susceptible to infection. Demonized disease.

But what does it matter?The average age of workers cannot even exceed forty, and they will lose before the onset of the demonized disease worsens.

Regardless of whether they are sick or not, the factory owners will drain their last bit of strength.

"Ahem..."

Under the dim light, there was a slight coughing sound, and a plainly dressed, even simple boy walked out from the side door of the factory.

Seneca has short brown hair. He was blind in his left eye. The physical mutation brought about by the demonization disease made half of the boy's face become rocky.

Especially the right eye, showing an ice-green gem color, and the deep part of the eye pupils even seemed to glow faintly.

Seneca's eyesight was strengthened because of the magic disease, so that he could see the defects in the substandard products at a glance, so he was hired as a quality inspector.

Most demonized people have abilities that ordinary people do not have. As long as they are not in the late stage of demonization, it is not difficult to find a job in a related major. Although they have to tolerate discrimination and rejection, it is better than not being able to survive.

The night shift is over, Seneca is now preparing to leave the factory and return to the orphanage to rest.

There are a total of more than 30 orphans in Xiguang Orphanage. Several old women are employed to take care of them. Professor Svetley alone will bear the expenses. Although it is hard work, it is still affordable.

But recently, in order to raise war funds, the empire has imposed various heavy taxes on various places, and the orphanage has also been apportioned with a large amount of taxes. Even Professor Svetley, who has always been calm, has lost a few hairs. How to be good.

"Think of a way, there will always be a way."

In the face of the children's worried questions, the old professor always comforted them in this way, but the older children knew that a tax of 90,000 empire coins was not a problem that could be solved by any means.

In fact, this is totally unreasonable. Even a fool knows that an orphanage can't squeeze so much oil and water. Such high taxes just want to ruin it.

You know, you can earn one to two thousand empire coins a year, even if it is a high salary in major mobile cities, if you are a farmer in a fixed village, it is considered a good year if the surplus can exceed 500 in a year.

Many ordinary people earn less than ninety thousand in a lifetime.

But the professor still used all his relationships to figure out a solution. He pieced together, and hurriedly completed the commission, and collected more than 20,000 on a temporary basis, but this is still far from enough.

Until he took the mysterious mission of a wandering knight and got a deposit of 40,000 empire coins.

Relying on this deposit and the money collected earlier, Professor Svetley temporarily sent the tax officer of the Taxation Department to prove that he was indeed capable of paying, and then took two apprentices to the northwest mountainous area.

And it took two months to go like this.

Although the professor left a sum of money for the daily expenses of the orphanage before leaving, the accident was always more than expected. As the weather turned colder, several children in the hospital fell ill and needed medicine. The funds left by the professor are obviously not enough.

So as the older child in the hospital, Seneca took the lead and went to work in the factory to make money to buy medicine.

"...Oh, my source energy talent is too bad, otherwise there would be no need for Little Loya and Gaza to accompany the professor to endure hardship."

Sighing softly, the brown-haired and green-eyed teenager couldn't help sighing in his heart: "We are dragging the professor."

Although Mr. Banner worked hard in the factory, his wages were settled daily, and the evening shift also provided a free dinner. Although he was very stingy like other factory owners and squeezed the labor force, he at least gave the salary he should be paid. As for always being in arrears.

This is a rare conscience for other factory owners in the city who not only squeeze, but also default on wages. Although the word conscience is ridiculous to the factory owner, at least there is a dark conscience.

It would be better if there were no workers who were psychologically distorted.

Snapped.

In the middle of the walk, a stone flew from not far away and hit the boy's shoulder, making him stagger and almost fell.

And this situation caused a rude laughter from behind him, and all kinds of dirty and nasty insults and sarcasm came towards Seneca.

"Smelly boy, dare to say that Laozi's work is unqualified?"

"Get out of the demon!"

"What kind of shit quality inspector, help the factory owner squeeze us, go to the cemetery to find your parents early!"

"Ass seller, [E'an foul language]!"

It was a group of people who were not so much workers as street hooligans.

They occasionally come to the factory to work, hang around the streets after drinking for a few days, and continue to work when they run out of money. There are many such people.

Fixed skilled workers, because of the particularity of Yuanneng's skills, are rare, and factories are rushing to ask for them.

This is how the quality inspector’s job is. These temporary workers who make mistakes in their work are unwilling to admit their mistakes, nor dare to vent their anger on the factory owners who punish them, so they hate the quality inspectors because he pointed out their error.

The identity of patients with demonized diseases is a catalyst, enabling these rascals to use a reasonable structure to bully each other.

"..."

Rubbing his shoulders, Seneca didn't speak, he just took a deep look at the hooligans, and then silently continued on.

"What do you dare to stare at Lao Tzu? Take a chance to goug your eyes!"

The clamor was fierce, but the hooligans did not dare to move forward.

Demonized disease is contagious, and although the chance of preventing infection will be greatly reduced, as long as the demonized person works hard, general protection is meaningless.

It's nothing more than bullying a marginal person, and really risking becoming a demonized one himself... Rogues are not fools, they don't do such meaningless things.

But the demonized person...or to say that an orphan without parents and dependents, who wants to live with dignity in this world, has to face more than just such weak malice.

"Little Seneca, do you still want to run today?"

When the teenager got rid of the group of hooligans and came to the slum alley between the factory and the orphanage, Seneca, who was headless on his way, was suddenly pushed on his chest and slammed his back against the wall.

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, Seneca, who was already in a bad body, lowered his head and coughed violently, but before he could finish coughing, a rough hand pressed on his shoulder and the other was against his chin. , Forcibly lifted his face.

It was a tall man with an obvious demonized distortion in his left hand and a thick carapace. He was wearing leather armor with a hand-made Yuanneng gun and dagger around his waist. He was dressed as an armed mercenary.

This guy with a beard and a barbarian descent seemed to have been waiting here long ago. He looked at Seneca's beautiful face despite being demonized, and let out a rude laugh.

"I said, you want money, I can give it to you, why go to the factory to make hard money?"

The man's heavy breathing and thick bad breath made Seneca feel nauseous and couldn't help but want to turn his head too far, but the other party forced his face off: "Stay with me for a few nights, your little ones I have paid out all the medicine money for my younger brother and sister."

As a demonized person, he was not afraid of infection at all-rather, Seneca was afraid that the other party's more serious symptoms would resonate with him.

"Maras, get away! You dare not do this when the professor is here!"

He struggled hard, but he couldn't escape the opponent's hand-Maras was a senior mercenary, with the strength of Linghui. He had been on the battlefield to destroy the rebels of the farms in the plains of Moras, and he had a lot of lives in his hands. Not a fifteen or six year old boy can break free.

"Professor Sweetley...huh, if he can come back, of course I would not dare. Whoever is a mercenary dare to provoke a real alchemy professor? I don't know how to die."

With a cold snort, he easily suppressed Seneca’s resistance. Maras’s tone was subtle: "As for now... to be honest, I’m really helping you. The Xiguang Orphanage is over. You can live with me. , Continue to stay there just to die."

"Unless you want to be arrested and work in the Simov farm and mining area until you die-with your face, someone will look at you at that time, but it may not be'reasonable' like me."

"what……"

Seneca is not stupid, he can hear the meaning of the mercenary: in Maras’s news channel, Professor Svetley was obviously in an accident, otherwise this mercenary who has always been'smart' would never be so. Rude shot.

Perceiving the weakening of the youth's struggle, Marathon smiled triumphantly. He greedily scanned the other's face: "You must not know that there was a natural disaster in the North Ionian Mountains and an earthquake. I checked. , It happens to be where that wandering knight took your dean to go, good fellow, the mountains have fallen a few times."

"They are unlucky, and they are bound to die. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they can't rush to pay taxes before the year. Compared with being sent to the farm, you and me will have a better chance of survival."

The news really shocked the teenager and made him motionless.

But just when Maras thought that the opponent had already been hit, and decided to give up resistance, Seneca suddenly looked up, and a round of emerald brilliance bloomed in his right eye, reflected in the eyes of the mercenary.

"you……?!"

Maras was taken aback. He originally thought that Seneca's magical ability was simply good eyesight and had no other special abilities.

But this kind of thinking was obviously wrong. He suddenly felt extremely tired and stiff, and then fell to the ground on the spot and fell asleep.

"...The professor said that the use of my source energy abilities will worsen my physical condition..."

Stepping back a few steps, away from the mercenary's fainted body, Seneca looked at him with a complicated expression.

What Maras said was not false. The reason why he was abiding by the rules before suddenly became bold, it was because the professor had an accident.

"If the professor really had an accident..."

Thinking of this, the boy's heart sank, but he had no other choice.

It is not ashamed to stay alive, but he followed Maras away. Who told the news to the other children in the orphanage?How to save more people?

Without hesitation, he got up and took a step. Regardless of the pain in his right eye that was suffering from the use of the source energy ability, he took advantage of the darkness and strode towards the orphanage.

Deep in the darkness.

There are two pairs of eyes watching all this.

"Is it a human hold technique or a sleep technique? This magical ability is good, it's very useful to sneak into combat."

"But in the final analysis, he is a demonized person...Does it need to continue to monitor? It is clear that Major Yelena has been killed, and this mission has failed."

"I haven't given an order from the above, just watch it...it's a pity, such a young child has just begun to enjoy his youth in my hometown."

"Oh, where does your sympathy come from for the demonized person? A group of little devil heads and orphans who have contracted the demonized disease, don't know what illness the professor has, and find themselves such a lot of troublesome burden. "

A brief exchange proved their identity of the Third Army.

They watched everything coldly, and didn't care what happened to the children in the Xiguang Orphanage.

If Professor Svetley accepts the recruitment, he is the boss, and he may still take care of his face, but now that the task has failed, he is naturally too lazy to take care of things.

As for these bullying...

An orphan in a slum area has nothing to do with them.

"Cough cough cough..."

The dawn of the sky is about to appear, Seneca staggered through the intricate streets of the slums in the lower city. The sounds of life were gradually heard from both sides of the streets. Most people were about to wake up. He took advantage of this chaotic time to make the fastest Speed ​​back to the orphanage.

As Maras said, most of the children in the Xiguang Orphanage are patients with demonized diseases. This is not specifically for Professor Svetley, but orphans without parents can easily be confused without asylum. Source can infect.

Because of this, apart from Professor Svetley, no ordinary people dared to contact these children; but again, thanks to this, during the time Professor Svetley was away, not many people dared to approach this house. Orphanage.

Soon, after Seneca, an older child who had gone out to work and earned medicine, came back and told everyone that the professor might have an accident, the entire orphanage was panicked for a while.

But with the help of Aunt Daria, a kind old woman who was invited by the professor to take care of her, the children who had experienced the cold and warm feelings calmed down.

Aunt Daria once had a child, but because of the early death of the demonized disease, she estimated that she would not live for a few years, so after the invitation of Professor Svetley, he simply came to take care of these children who were also infected with the demonized disease.

When the professor is away, this aunt takes care of everyone.

But when he calmed down, he realized that things were bad.

A few children went out to buy (or even stole) the newspapers of the last few days. There was indeed a record of natural disasters in the Northern Ionian Mountains, so that there were earthquakes and landslides — the place happened to be where the professor was going. The place where the excavated remains are located.

This bad news has greatly affected everyone's confidence.

Without a professor, no matter how hard the orphans try to support, they are nothing more than hollow reeds, which can be broken once they are broken, and the children who are already ill cannot withstand the toss, let alone being sent to the farm to work. Without medicine for a few days, a high fever can kill them.

"Isabella and Aphrodite can't hold it anymore. The money you left with brother last time was only enough to buy a pair of medicine. They all said to let the younger Kselina drink..."

"Brother, we are too conspicuous, we can't escape... If you really want to run, you should run by yourself!"

"Is the dean really dead...uuuuu..."

Listening to the voices of the children one after another, Seneca also felt a headache. He knew very well that since mercenaries like Maras started to use their hands, it meant that everyone else who should have known it already knew.

If you don't take everyone away as soon as possible, then the entire Xiguang Orphanage will end in a miserable way...even beyond their imagination.

But unfortunately, Seneca noticed it was too late.

Just when he planned to sell the furniture in the orphanage, some alchemy equipment left by the professor was used to exchange money for medicine, and then he took people to escape to the depths of the lower city.

The tax officer of Avonde City has arrived.

Just as all tax officials are the core and most powerful armed forces of the local lords, the tax officials of Avonde City are the same. He wears a heavy armor and wears the same style of energy gun as the military at his waist. The head is also completely covered by the helmet, and the whole person is like an tin can.

"Xiguang Orphanage, right... ready to pay taxes."

This steel giant, who had started at least half a ton, stood at the entrance of the orphanage, flipping through the records in his hand, with an indifferent tone: "Ninety-four thousand empire coins are to be paid, 67,000 empire coins have been paid, and 27 thousand are needed. Thousand empire coins."

"Take it out now."

Unlike mercenaries like Maras, the tax official is a direct manifestation of the violent will and ruling authority of the nobles. Not to mention that Seneca’s magical ability can’t affect the helmeted person. Even if he can, he can Dare to attack each other.

So working hard all night, the teenager who hasn't slept now can only stand up and cheer up to meet him: "My tax officer, didn't you say that this tax is only paid in January? Why is it now..."

But the indifferent voice interrupted his words: "Why, do you want to delay time?"

Even if the eyes are put on the helmet like this, Seneca can still feel the contempt and impatience under the cold words of the tax official: "You demonized mess, can you really afford the tax? Say you think you have no money now, you can change into money in two or three months?"

The steel giant looked down condescendingly. He sneered around the entire orphanage, and mocked: "To tell you the truth, your professor is dead long ago-the ghost knows how that professor of alchemy takes you demonized little things seriously. No chest, but no buttocks."

"A good master, it turns out that because of the hardship of taking in you, it is simply a brain problem."

Having said that, the tax official lowered his head to look at Seneca, and he thoughtfully said: "Well, but big people do have some inexplicable hobbies...Hahaha, he is dead anyway, you can’t possibly Pay taxes."

Undisguised ridicule sounded, but he quickly returned to his original indifference. Where the tax officer's eyes were scanned, all the children couldn't help taking a few steps back. Only Aunt Daria stepped forward angrily, like a guardian. Like the hen of the egg, she protected her shivering child behind her.

But he didn't care, he just shook his head: "Don't think too much, the man will go to the mining area to make money earlier, and he will be able to make contributions to Lord Evande earlier."

"As for women, well, there are still so many sicknesses? Then they can only be dealt with so as not to be infected... It's really cheap."

With wanton evaluation, the tax officer enjoys the feeling that his life is in his own hands.

But he felt a cold threat.

No, it's not just a trace.

Almost all the children are staring at him with bitter hatred.

At this moment, the tax officer suddenly remembered the origin of these children.

They were all orphans picked up by Professor Svetley from the wilderness four years ago during the severe drought and famine in the southern city states...

Most of the timid and weak children died at the beginning of the famine and were eaten as food.

And the children who can survive, no matter how harmless on the surface, no matter how weak... they are the ones who can survive the famine and chaos until Professor Svetley picks them back!

"Huh... forget it today."

The heart turned like electricity, and the tax official turned his head back swiftly-he also knew very well that things could not be forced too much. After all, these people are children, or children with demonized diseases. If they really get angry, it doesn’t look like What kind of reason do you say that?

Especially if you are accidentally infected with a demonized disease, you will lose more than you gain.

With this in mind, the tax officer thought cautiously: "Tomorrow, come with the team...I said long ago that the demons cannot be allowed to enter the city. They are all too dangerous, even children."

However, just when he was about to leave.

Suddenly, an emergency notification came from the transmission circle built into the armor.

[Attention to all ministries, enter b-level alert state.

"what happened?"

The tax officer was stunned for a moment. He didn't figure out why this alert state was initiated: "B-level alert...Is it possible that an insurgent will not be able to attack the city?"

But soon, the following announcement answered his doubts: [The sentry observed that in the northwest, there was a very old mobile battleship, approaching us at a very abnormal speed!

[Master Earl ordered that he wants that battleship.

at the same time.

It is indeed worn and old, I am afraid that there are not many warships older than it in the entire Aian world.

"Where is your destination?"

The sound of the half-fairy dawn came, and her tone was doubtful: "It... this city seems to have accumulated a lot of anger and hatred. These emotions are aimless... In addition, there are also things aimed at us, Very malicious."

"In the past few epochs, I rarely saw such emotional accumulation." She commented.

"Well, it's here."

Standing on the top of the research ship, the oncoming wind made the man's clothes hunt and hunt. Su Zhou stared at the city as huge as a mountain but carried on an artificial base. His eyes reflected the city and the world. shadow.

He saw that several smaller mobile city-states were connected to the city, guarding them like satellites, looking magnificent and magnificent.

"I just want to get those kids back."

But the man just shook his head faintly. He said indifferently: "Whatever they are, whatever their malice, or whatever anger or hatred."

"I do not care."

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