Chapter 172: Chapter 154 Blood Moon’s Cheating Tricks_3
The longer the life span, the more resources one could acquire; the longer the life span, the more one could become an “old” player; the longer the life span, the more one could form an interest group centered around oneself.
This was why the Blood Moon Two-winged Clan were the ruling class, and why Elves were known as “the Stewards of Society”—to the Blood Moon Two-winged Clan, Elves were the only race qualified to stand on equal footing with them.
As for those short-lived species that would die within a hundred years, they weren’t worth paying attention to. It had nothing to do with discrimination, nor even with interests, for in the eyes of the Longevity Species, the short-lived were merely their resources.
Life span was the greatest class divide.
Therefore, even if it meant grovelling, even if it meant being lowly as maggots, Gessas had to earn enough money to undergo lifespan-extension surgery at the institute.
Sometimes Gessas wondered, if he hadn’t been born in the lower district’s foster home, if he had resolved to take the exams for middle school and university, and eventually succeeded in entering the institute to become a member of the Blood Saint Clan, would everything be different.
But there were not so many ifs in the world; he hadn’t been born right, hadn’t schooled well, and he could only take the hardest path.
Time ticked by, second by second, and the study was so silent it seemed to solidify. Just when Gessas’s clothes were soaked with cold sweat, the voice of the Elf slowly sounded, “Keep an eye on Gerard.”
After a moment of silence, Gessas responded, “Blood Frenzy Hunter Captain, ‘White-haired Butcher’ Gerard Westminster?”
“Ash Heath had caused him to lose so much face, Gerard will definitely pursue him personally. If Gerard kills him on the spot, then let’s not mention it further; but if Gerard chooses to capture him, sparing his life…”
“Then the Woodpecker will have gotten rid of this pest.”
To assassinate Ash Heath in front of a Three-winged Holy Sanctuary Mage?
One would know how difficult this task was just by thinking with their guts, but Gessas responded without hesitation, “Your command will be executed, but since two days ago, Gerard’s whereabouts have become mysterious, and even the Crime Hunting Hall doesn’t know where he is, I wonder…”
“He’s probably at Observation Point 53,” the Elf said, “Go forth, and may the Blood Moon light your path.”
Gessas cautiously stepped out of the room and gently closed the door.
The Elf flipped open a file beside him, which contained the resume of Ash Heath detailing his birth record, foster home background, middle school awards, and university activities.
He tapped gently on the desk with his fingers, which were very slender, creating a tapping sound on the wooden desk…
“Why haven’t you left yet?”
The Elf looked up, his gaze turning to the hooded figure in front of the desk.
The hooded figure walked over from the shadowy corner of the study and stepped into the blood-light illuminated floor, wearing a mask, his eyes filled with surprise.
“Indeed, even among Two-winged Mages, there are distinctions,” he chuckled lightly. “If even a Two-winged Mage can notice me, it seems I can’t be reckless in front of Gerard…”
“You’re not Gessas’s attendant?” the Elf frowned, “Who are you?”
He had noticed this person earlier, but assumed he was an attendant of Gessas and didn’t pay much mind.
However, at this moment, he suddenly realized something—Gessas never brought anyone to see him, only the leader of the Woodpeckers had the privilege to meet him…
“It’s truly heartbreaking, after all the hardships I escaped from Shattered Lake, professor, it’s sad you still can’t recognize your proud student.”
He pulled down his mask, revealing a clean, smiling face.
“Nice to meet you, Selin Dole, I am Ash Heath.”