Sorcerer’s Handbook

In the bar of the research institute, Andrei’s roar still echoed.

The expressions of the patrons were subtly affected, their hands slightly shaking the glasses of wine they held. Behind the counter, Boss Snake was cleaning the glasses as usual, seemingly paying no attention to the ranting session within the Blood Moon Tribunal.

“What an outrageous accusation,” murmured a human of the sacred bloodline, “It’s one thing to ridicule the church, those who only know how to chase their own tails, but we in the research institute have always been quietly conducting our research. We don’t involve ourselves in politics or influence public opinion… Every piece of technology in society today, isn’t it the result of our institute’s work? From the machines that manufacture screws to the source coders that write Canopy applications, aren’t these the products of our researchers’ years, even decades, of hard work?”contemporary romance

“We’ve never harmed anyone, always diligently contributing to the development of the Blood Moon Realm. Because our lifespan is more than three times that of ordinary races, our working hours and contributions are also more than three times greater… And now they’re blaming us for the mistakes of the rulers!?”

“Do they think they can bully us because we don’t like to talk!?”

“Exactly!” The others began to chime in indignantly, one of them said, “There are only two representatives of the sacred bloodline in the current council, their numbers are nothing compared to other races. We’re insignificant, just like a token presence, that’s why they think they can push us around!”

“It’s time to increase the number of sacred bloodline seats in the council!”

“Andrei forms his own faction, takes advantage of his position for personal gain, and he has the gall to criticize us?”

“These politicians really can’t tell right from wrong, they’re the epitome of shamelessness!”

“But Fernand Snow’s proposal for the fighting league seems pretty good.”

There was a slight pause in the bar, the red glow in everyone’s blood pupils growing brighter.

“Indeed, it’s a very good spectator sport.”

“It’d be best if it’s unrestricted fighting, allowing mechanical modifications, biological implants, and other enhancements, otherwise it wouldn’t be interesting.”

“We could also develop group fights, where multiple people fight on the same stage until only one is left standing.”

“There could also be exotic fights, where creatures from the Abyss are brought in from the war zone, and we can see if ordinary people can fight them.”

“There has to be a Sorcerers’ league too, right? Two-winged ones may not be allowed, but two one-winged Sorcerers fighting to the death shouldn’t be a problem!”

“Besides the prize money, the institute is willing to provide free treatment to all participants. As long as they don’t die, we can guarantee they will recover on the spot, so they won’t have to worry about the aftermath! I’m willing to volunteer to be a Medic for the league!”

“Ha, I think you just want to perform the Blood Embrace ceremony again! Look at your age, you’ve long lost your bloodline potential. Even if they do need Medics for the league, they’ll definitely prioritize the new blood.”

Watching everyone excitedly discuss the details of the fighting league, Lorens was paying attention to the voting situation of the Blood Moon Tribunal. He noticed that Fernand Snow, who had been neck and neck with Andrei, was now pulling ahead by a landslide, which made him frown.

This blue-scaled sacred bloodline member felt that Andrei’s argument made a bit of sense, but only a little. Most of it was just sophistry was it the institute’s fault that the directors of Dragon’s Den Apartment sought life-extension surgery from them?

Was the institute forcing Fernand Snow to mishandle Event 422?

And even the yet-to-happen fighting league that Fernand Snow was planning to promote, was the institute also responsible for all the negative social impacts this industry would create?

Why should they?

Just because the sacred bloodline has longer lifespans and stronger abilities, does that mean they should be morally held hostage by these inferior races?

That’s ridiculous!

Lorens turned his head and asked, “Boss Snake, do you think Andrei has a point?”

” Sss…” Boss Snake put down his wine glass and said at a leisurely pace, “Councilor Andrei makes a good point. From his standpoint, Fernand Snow is indeed trying to curry favor with the Blood Moon Dual Race.”

The Blue-scaled Blood Saint was somewhat surprised, “Then—“

“But you also make a good point,” Boss Snake continued, “To the Blood Moon Dual Race, Andrei’s accusations are pure deflection. It’s as though you’ve done nothing, yet others are blaming you for their problems.”

Lorens couldn’t help but laugh, “If we’re not at fault, and they’re also right, then who is the problem?”

“No one is wrong, the problem lies in…”

Boss Snake turned toward the screen, “Perhaps, the mayor will provide us with an answer.”

“An Ogre, male, general education background, 24 years old this year, has a habit of eating Moon Sugar before going to sleep, often stays up late into the night, currently working in the oil painting industry, his favorite food is pickled Lala Fatty, masturbates twice a day, currently has a crush on another female Ogre, hoping to live with her, but after trying to please her for over a year, there has been no progression. He definitely saw the female Ogre enter a hotel with someone else three months ago, but it didn’t extinguish his love flame, instead, it made him think he also has a chance…”

Initially, Andrei was slightly confused, but the more he listened, the more stunned he became. He interrupted Fernand Snow before he could finish, “You… wait, you’ve been through a memory review! How could you still have these memories! You haven’t deleted any memories?”

The Ogre chuckled, “I don’t trust the Memory Masters, I always erase my own memories. As soon as I pass the memory review, I immediately restore the memories that are crucial to me— and the information about my son, is the most important memory to me.”

At this point, even the confused audience understood who Fernand Snow was referring to— that was his son’s information!

“Have you given up, Mayor?” Kenmen said in a daze, “The Bloodline Prohibition Law is a superior law, second only to the supreme Blood Moon Constitution. You’ve violated the ‘Investigation of Procreation’ crime strictly prohibited by the Bloodline Prohibition Law, which can be sentenced to life imprisonment or even death… Even if you survive the Blood Moon Tribunal, you’ll have to spend the rest of your life in the Shattered Lake!”

To everyone present, Fernand Snow was committing suicide!

Among them, there were some who had investigated their own offspring, but they generally sought a Memory Master to delete the information as soon as they found out, as this was a deadly crime!

It was more serious than trafficking several tons of Moon Sugar, and even more serious than continuous murder!

Investigating one’s offspring was a challenge to the dignity of the Blood Moon Supreme, and a blasphemy against the foundation of the Blood Moon Realm!

“Yes, I’ve violated the Bloodline Prohibition Law…” The Ogre laughed, “Kenmen, you’ve graduated from the law department for so many years, do you still remember the purpose of the Bloodline Prohibition Law? Explain it.”

Perhaps he was shocked by Fernand Snow’s words and actions, or perhaps he still held some obedience to the mayor, Kenmen answered without hesitation, “The Bloodline Prohibition Law regulates the reproduction methods of various races, adjusts and protects a wide range of social relationships, is conducive to optimizing resource allocation and improving per capita resource levels, improving the population quality of each race, dismantling the backward unit of the family, breaking down class barriers, abolishing inherited bad customs, allowing each newborn to fairly enjoy the resources of the whole society, and is the legal basis for ‘racial equality, and equality for all.'”

Fernand Snow feigned enlightenment, “Right, racial equality, and equality for all, who can explain to me the meaning of this statement?”

“Everyone should not discriminate against others based on their appearance, race, gender, education, work, and other factors. Everyone has the right to uphold their personal dignity in the face of discriminatory behaviors and language, and can report to the Heresy Court. This is the content of the Racial Human Rights Act.” Andrei said, “Fernand Snow, what exactly do you want to say?”

“The words you just said to me, I now return them to you—Andrei, you’re not unaware of my thoughts. You’ve already foreseen them, yet you still dare not speak.” The ogre’s calm eyes seemed to harbor a kind of hysterical madness: “You only dare to criticize the Blood Moon Dual Race at most. Your tolerance is ultimately pitifully small.”

The others and the audience were all stunned—wasn’t criticizing the Blood Moon Dual Race already daring enough!? That’s the true ruling class of the Blood Moon Realm, the favored children of the Blood Moon Supreme!

Do you want to criticize the Supreme too!?

The redeemed ones cursed silently, wishing they could jump directly into the broken lake to commit suicide—if Fernand Snow was allowed to continue, their end might not be as simple as death!

At the Heresy Court, in the office of the director, the director looked at the pop-up call prompts on the screen and swept them all away impatiently.

“Blocking my live broadcast, really.” A strong excitement emerged from her haggard face: “Can’t these old things appreciate such an interesting farce?”

“Hehe, you’ve put me in this position, now do you realize your mistake? Confine in the church and the research institute!”

“Fernand Snow, let me see your tolerance.”

“The Bloodline Prohibition Law has severed all kinship relations. We grow up in foster homes and are declared dead in hospitals. No matter how long or short our lives are, in this journey, we are unable to obtain a trustworthy bond.” Fernand Snow said, “It makes us become individual lonely entities.”

“The Racial Human Rights Act supposedly aims to eliminate discrimination, but in fact it provokes discrimination, because it requires different races, genders, education levels, and even age groups to coexist harmoniously, forcing completely different lives to respect each other. How can this not breed resentment? But because of the existence of the law, everyone can only hide their discrimination in their hearts, fermenting this resentment into a higher level, more natural, and more cruel prejudice. It makes us engage in endless infighting, unable to unite as a whole.”

“Andrei, you just said that the Blood Moon Supreme locked the Blood Saint in the research institute and restricted Moonshadow in the church to protect us.” The ogre’s voice echoed through the broken lake, “I have a different view on this.”

“He made the Blood Saint silent, made Moonshadow kind, made us lonely, and made everyone unable to unite. Do you know what this reminds me of? A well-behaved sheepdog and a sheepfold with a strong sense of self-management.”

“The Blood Moon Realm is a farm meticulously built by the Blood Moon Supreme.”

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