Sorcerer’s Handbook

Caimon City, Heresy Court, Vice Captain Emma strode through the bright and glamorous hallway, and violently pushed open the door.

“Chief, give me the inspection order! I’m going to take control of the radio station right now!”

Behind the black rosewood carved long table were two floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed the glory of the blood moon to spill onto the red leather armchair and the curly-haired woman sitting in it, unhindered. Her uniform was a bit sloppy because several buttons were undone, and her beautiful silver hair was a mess like a bird’s nest. Her exquisite face was also ruined by the dark eye bags and clown-like dark circles.

Hearing the door open, she turned off the light curtain: “Is it off work already?”

“What off work, the escaped prisoners haven’t even been caught yet!” Emma came over and slapped the table: “I notified the radio station to interrupt the trial live broadcast, but they refused! Chief, hurry up and sign the inspection order for me, I’m going to take my team to kill them!”

“Just say those words here, don’t ruin the reputation of the Heresy Court outside.” The chief said lightly: “A Gerard who gets a hundred complaint letters every month is enough for me to handle.”

“Chief, the inspection order!”

“To inspect the radio station, we need the cooperation of the Administrative Department. Have you contacted Vice Mayor Guro?”

Speaking of this, Emma was even more angry: “I called the Administrative Department to initiate a call, only the mayor’s secretary answered. He said the vice mayor was in an emergency meeting with other departments and could not reply for the time being!”

“That’s pretty normal. With escaped prisoners and all, they certainly need to mobilize various departments to make contingency plans—”

“He did it on purpose! He just wants to drag it out until Fernand Snow dies in the trial, so that he, the vice mayor, can move up, and remove the ‘vice’ from his title!”

“Don’t think so badly of people. Under the glory of the blood moon, the bad guys are all in prison.” The chief said faintly: “The Heresy Court is under the jurisdiction of the Administrative Department. Without their orders, we cannot arbitrarily inspect the radio station of the same level.”

“So we can only watch the trial continue?”

“Why not?”

The chief scratched her head: “Not only the Administrative Department, even the Research Institute and the Church didn’t say anything. They are not in a hurry, so why are you in such a hurry?”

“But—”

“Don’t forget, the people who can really preside over the trial are not in prison, but in the city, outside, here.” The chief spread her hands: “Why do you have to be so serious?”

Stumped by the chief’s ‘correct opinion’, Emma was at a loss for words, and her big wolf tail also drooped down. She pouted dissatisfiedly and pounded the table: “Oh, why are the priests so indifferent about this…”

“You know your night strength is great, my table can’t stand you pounding it a few times.” The chief complained:

“As for why, because this is not a big deal.”

“This isn’t a big deal?”

“Emma, how old are you?”

“I was born in 20s.”

“Oh, so just in your forties. No wonder you make such a big fuss over small things.”

“What does age have to do with it?”

“When you get older, you’ll know that things you now think are very serious, when placed on the scale of centuries or millennia, are just trivial interludes not worth mentioning.” The chief gestured at her dark eye circles: “By comparison, abiding by the rules is more important.”

“The moon gives life, the blood saints guard death — that is our creed. Other than that, we cannot interfere. Secular affairs are for the secular world to manage.”

The chief was so reasonable that Emma could only angrily clench her fists, her fluffy tail standing upright: “…Yes!”

“Go back to work, remember to close the door. And can you retract your tail a bit, it’s very troublesome to clean the fallen fur on the carpet.”

Emma shook her head repeatedly: “No, permanently fixing some of the lunar traits is a symbol of my strength! And everyone really likes it!”

The chief sighed with her hands over her face: “The Church and the Research Institute really just shoved all the troublemakers over… Do they think this is a daycare for adults?”contemporary romance

When Emma closed the office door, she suddenly heard laughter coming from inside.

“Ha, this Ashe is quite interesting, I have to let Gerard leave him alive.”

Damn it!

The chief just wanted to watch this farce play out, that’s why she refused to sign the inspection order no matter what, and Emma almost got fooled by her!

Emma instinctively wanted to rush in and reason with her, but she suddenly remembered what the old priest had told her about the blood saint’s joke.

“When the Blood Saints become interested, the only way to stop them is to nail them to the coffin – accelerated bat blood flow leads to reduced intelligence.”

So Emma gave up and went back to her department with suppressed anger. She sat down and opened the light curtain – she’ll just watch what tricks Ashe can pull off!

“Cough, cough cough!”

On the crimson pillar platform in Broken Lake, Fernand Snow suddenly coughed violently twice, spitting out two mouths of foul smelling black blood. His abdomen felt sour and itchy, his clothes were stickily clinging to his body, which was very uncomfortable. Coupled with the dizziness after just waking up, it made him feel like he was back in his teenage years.

Born in the “Bonehead” orphanage, he had to squeeze time out of fighting every day to study. It was an orphanage located in the lower city district of Caimon City, and most of the children were beastmen and cannibals – the mean-looking director did not like these two blue-green races, he simply took them in because the foster subsidies for these two races were high.

A high-end orphanage like “Emerald Garden” would not only receive no funding from the Administrative Department, but the orphanage would even have to pay a large sum of money to select babies from the hospital.

This was because for all the adults who came out of the orphanage, the first 15 years of their income would have 10% deducted as “feedback” to the orphanage. Emerald Garden Orphanage was clearly on the brightest and greatest path: do their best to nurture outstanding talents, and then use the “feedback” from these outstanding talents to strengthen the orphanage, continue to select high-quality newborns, and continue to nurture outstanding talents for society.

It could be said that Emerald Garden and other double first-class orphanages all took this positive cycle route. They were also role models for orphanages nationwide. But not all orphanages had such conditions. After all, there were only so many excellent newborns. Therefore, there was another model – fraudulently obtaining subsidies.

The Bonehead Orphanage picked beastman and cannibal babies that no other orphanage wanted, but because they had to be raised to “maintain species diversity”, the Church would allocate a large amount of funds as a subsidy.

The director would swallow all these funds whole, and don’t care how the babies live. Anyway beastmen and cannibals were easy to raise. He didn’t care about their “feedback” after they turned 18 and were kicked out.

Among the newborns, beastmen and cannibals were the lowest grade. Not only were they difficult to educate with low average IQ, disobedient, and ugly looking (compared to the standard races), their living habits were also dirty.

Therefore, the Bonehead Orphanage was no different from the wilderness. Everyone pooped and lived freely. When it was meal time, people would push in several food buckets, and everyone would rush up to fight for them, eventually developing into racial fights. After getting injured all over, they would lie down and sleep, and the day would pass.

The outside world would have no opinion on this. The orphanage called it “native ecological parenting”, and would even receive praise from all walks of life.

Many scholars believed that this was releasing the nature of beastmen and cannibals, respecting the blue and green skins, quality education according to aptitude. And then they would turn around and denounce orphanages like “Emerald Garden” for over-emphasizing academic performance, destroying children’s nature, and depriving children of their childhood…

Fernand Snow, born in this civilized country, grew up in this “native ecological” environment.

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