Chapter 942 Purpose
Chapter 942 Purpose
"You think too highly of me."
Facing the middle-aged man's invitation, recalling the changes he had seen in the capital over the past six months, as well as the series of new regulations being implemented by the Cleanup Bureau, the red-haired director could not help but shook his head and said earnestly:
“I may not be a fool, but I am not as smart as you think. My vision can only wander within the familiar range around me, while truly smart people are born standing higher and can see at a glance those places that I can’t see at all.
And you overestimate yourself. Although the current Cleanup Bureau looks weak, it is actually very different from the past. If we wait for another generation or two, maybe the situation will become very different without you and I having to do anything."
"hehe."
The middle-aged man sneered when he heard this, and then sneered:
"So what you mean is that, in the years before I came back to life, a smart person suddenly appeared, and the Cleansing Bureau, which had not been changed for thousands of years, has been changed by him?"
"Correct."
After recalling the documents he had seen, the red-haired director nodded with certainty:
"Although it is only the beginning, I am now very sure that the Cleansing Bureau and even the entire world are moving in a better direction. There is no need for you to do anything..."
"Come on!"
After interrupting the red-haired director, the tall and thin middle-aged man glanced at her disappointedly, and then said coldly:
"It's my fault for still having expectations of you. Maybe we are just not meant to be together."
"Don't be anxious... You just came back not long ago, why don't you take a look at the situation first..."
"I've seen it clearly in the first half of my life!"
After raising his voice slightly, the middle-aged man sneered:
“The Kingdom of Heroes is not heroic. Before it was destroyed by you, the Kingdom of East Karaven was already rotten to the core. Thousands of people died in the arena every year, but the number of people who died in resistance could be counted on two hands.
The so-called people with heroic blood would rather fight each other like wild animals for fun, and bleed dry in the arena full of footprints and mud, rather than stand up to resist the injustice they have suffered. It would be better for them to exchange their blood for mine! Let me make the decision for them!
The same is true for your so-called country of justice. It claims to regard justice as its life, but it is actually the group of people who least believe in justice. Only people with similar status to themselves are worthy of justice, and they will only practice justice when it has nothing to do with their own interests. This conditional justice is worse than nothing! "
"..."
"You should also know something about the Seven Evils, Six Goods and Thirteen Kingdoms. What are the current situations of these kingdoms? Do I need to tell you again?"
Looking at the red-haired director who had fallen into silence, the middle-aged man commented grimly:
"The Kingdom of Morna, which bleeds the blood of moderation, controls the richest land of gold; the Kingdom of Perti, which claims to be merciful, has the largest number of refugees among the thirteen kingdoms; the Kingdom of Sea Cliff, known for its diligence, not only has the most barren land, but also makes a living by plundering other countries like the Thousand Sails Sea Kingdom.
The extravagance of moderation, the indifference of compassion, the unearned gains of diligence, the arrogance of humility... plus the heroic country without courage, and the righteous country without justice... I ask you, how big is the difference between the so-called six good countries and the seven evil countries?"
"It will get better slowly..."
Facing the middle-aged man's questioning, the red-haired director couldn't help but close his eyes, and then he spoke in a somewhat weak defense:
"I haven't been to many places in recent years, but judging from the situation around me, changes are already happening. As long as you wait patiently, these problems should be solved in the future." "How will they be solved? Who will solve them? Will it be solved by the Cleanup Bureau that created this situation?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but sneer when he heard this:
"I have seen it clearly. The reason why the world has become so rotten is because of the incompetence of the Cleanup Bureau! In order to maintain the old order and to pay the "rewards" to those palace dwellers, even if the kingdom has been rotten to the root, the Cleanup Bureau will not allow it to truly collapse!
As long as the bloodline of the thirteen royal families is not cut off and the cleanup bureau does not feel real pain, the corresponding thirteen kingdoms will be re-supported. At most, they will just change their appearance. As long as you dig up the soil and look down, what will eventually emerge from the ground will still be the rotten tree roots!"
"The Cleanup Bureau has already..."
"Okay, I'm not interested in arguing with you about this. You've completely turned into those old guys. Even the words you said when you advised me are almost the same. I'm not interested in chatting with you anymore."
After interrupting the red-haired director again, the middle-aged man said with some disinterest:
"Just now you have been asking questions, wanting to know my purpose, right? It's okay for me to tell you my purpose.
In the East Karawen Kingdom that was destroyed by the Thirteen Ant Nests, everyone had their blood replaced with my own. They became a part of me and the Crimson Blood, so they were not completely dead. Now I plan to use this connection to bring them all back in one go!"
"?!!!"
After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the red-haired director's pupils suddenly shrank, and the cup in his hand exploded, with a large amount of broken glass shards flying everywhere, causing a lot of panicked screams.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
After hastily appeasing the guests around him and promising to waive the fees and provide some compensation, the waiter who served the wine earlier hurried over and asked in a panic:
"Guest! Are you hurt? You... the wine glasses here are of very good quality. Even if you hit them with a hammer, they will only have a few cracks. They shouldn't explode... Your hand..."
"I am fine."
"How can it be okay? There was such a loud noise just now..."
"I'm fine!"
The red-haired director, whose face was somewhat pale, raised his head and glanced in the direction of the waiter. The moment his eyes met hers, the panicked expression on the waiter's face was instantly wiped away, and his worried eyes calmed down again.
After a brief look of bewilderment, the waiter shuddered slightly, then subconsciously revealed a professional smile on his face, showing his eight white teeth, and took the initiative to speak:
"Welcome, may I ask who you are... um? Why are there so many empty bottles here?"
"I drank it. Go down. I'll find you later."
After speaking a few words to send the confused waiter away, the red-haired director stared at the middle-aged man across the table, his eyes full of disbelief and his voice trembling:
"You mean, you can revive all the citizens of the East Karawen Kingdom?"
(End of this chapter)