Chapter 475 Even I Are Yours

"Of course I also know that something is wrong with those people in the south."

Annan persuaded: "But my mind is very mature. I won't mess with anyone there, and I won't imitate them."

"But you're only fifteen!"

Salvatore yelled: "If you must go, take me with you! There are too many things there that you should not see...and you are too dangerous!

"There's even people out there selling little boys, like you..."

"They can't beat someone like me."

Annan looked helpless.

Rin Dong would not use eunuchs in the first place—in Rin Dong who lacks newborns, castrating others is a serious crime, tantamount to killing people.

If it's because of street fights—because of Winter's tavern culture, there are not too many street fights—but you fight when you fight, and if you "beat other people with chicken and eggs", then this crime is very serious.

Perhaps in Noah, it can only be regarded as "disabling people"... But in Winter, it is a felony on the same level as "killing children", even more serious than ordinary murder.

If the injury cannot be healed and there are no offspring before, then it can even be dealt with by "crime of exterminating the family".

In the United Kingdom, the opposite is true.

In the terms of the earth, the United Kingdom is about the latitude of "half a foot into the subtropics", and it will not be as cold as winter. While the population is huge, the land area is small.

Denisoa and the Field Islands combined are not as big as the entire Noah.

What's more, for the people of the United Kingdom, "Denisoya people" and "Field Islanders" are two concepts. This is even worse than Noah's "city folks and country folks" split.

Even the beggars of Denisoa can despise the fishermen of the Field Islands, the classrooms. Because they live in the "world's most civilized" world.

But in this "most civilized" Denisaua kingdom, there is still the eunuch system.

There are two broad categories of eunuchs in the United Kingdom.

One is as a slave of a great nobleman, but his lifeblood is cut off to take care of his wives and concubines-of course the king is also considered a member of the "big nobleman".

In the United Kingdom, as the highest authority in the "Privy Council of Denisawia", there are three levels - Advisory Council, Committee and Member Council. Among them, committees and member meetings are roughly equivalent to the upper and lower houses of parliament.

Among them, only nobles who have reached the level of the committee are allowed to use eunuchs. Otherwise, it is an illegal act of "overstepping the rules".

And the other kind... comes from the Church of Javon.

There is a school of thought that impure love between a man and a woman pollutes a person's soul and body, because while their lives are being extended, the body's instincts will distract them from raising offspring and continuing their lives.

Therefore, some artists who aspire to "artistic perfection" will perform "sacred castration ceremony" on their offspring. Since they were born, they will no longer be distracted by the nosy things other than their careers, and they will no longer please others-because the inheritance of life is blocked, they can burn themselves and burst out flames to create "unforgotten world". Magnificent thing".

Among these people, some are even more extreme, and even shave all the hair on their bodies; or wear masks, or go naked and handcuffed all their lives, in this way to isolate themselves from the outside world.

They must strictly implement Yaon's asylum rituals to constantly heal their minds, so that they will not be tortured to madness, and at the same time keep their minds calm and sharp.

They call themselves "The Heartless".

And from among the unintentional, many great artists have indeed emerged.

However, the act of "crash artist" in this way is also regarded as a distortion by people in other countries. Many people refer to them as "capons".

Including the "Wuzugong" who served the king, that is, among a group of unintentional people who "engaged in political art" specially raised by the church, they were selected by the princes to be their confidantes and grew up with them... until the prince inherits the throne, they will become No need to be public.

The king may know nothing, but the beard must know everything.

This leads to the fact that Wuxugong is even more powerful than the king.

Roughly speaking, this is similar to Noah's "agent system", where the church in turn controls the king's decision-making.

And the eunuchs who are slaves will also yearn for the "unintentional ones" and then imitate their every move. But they don't have talents, so it's not uncommon for them to become lunatics or perverts instead of being purified by Javon.

But Jawon didn't respond to that.

He stood on the sidelines, watching all this. He scoffed at many injustices and said sarcastic remarks, but he would not make any kind of change.

He would just quietly watch them self-destruct...or be reborn. Because in this process, he didn't put in any effort, nor would he stand on any side.

For Yawon, it is already a profit to let this "sinful dynasty" hatch as many beauties as possible.

——Even ugly acts, when they become history, are enough to warn future generations.

Among the twelve righteous gods, Yaweng can be regarded as the most indifferent group to mortals. His scolding and scolding of those "artist's embryos" is not an "educational act" in anticipation of their growth, but a criticism from the heart.

It's just that his criticism will not be biased because of his own position and the limitations of his talents. He also never swears or insults others.

He will not suppress newcomers, and it is impossible for him to fail to understand—even delusional art, even the fantasies of a madman, will be fully understood by Jawon. Then point out the other party's shortcomings mercilessly in a way that the other party can understand.

But that's what makes it all the more hurtful.

There are not a few artists who have gone crazy and committed suicide because of Javon's "too sharp criticism".

That is undoubtedly an extremely fair criticism... and those who can not be scolded so badly by him basically have the possibility of becoming a god.

"Before I go to the United Kingdom, I must go back to Winter."

Annan replied: "At least I won't leave until the political situation over there stabilizes. As for the excuse, it's the same as now. Let's make a state visit."

And Annan was thinking about the plan in his heart, when he really went to the United Kingdom.

Annan intends to bring a person.

A... genius painter he had met by chance.

Nigel Elliott.

Seeing that Salvatore was still dissatisfied, he wanted to discuss with Annan "how depraved the people of the United Kingdom are", Annan quickly looked at Cafney and changed the subject: "But before that, I have to talk to the eldest princess. talked about.

"What she has done should make her pay the price - the Church of the Silver Lord will stand by your side.

"It's not that Sir Silver is interfering in the political situation...but that she has gone too far, and Sir Silver can't stand it anymore."

"...that is to say?"

Kafni, who was watching the excitement, was suddenly taken aback.

"That's right," Annan said with a stern face, ignoring Salvatore who was yelling "Look at me, be serious" crazily, and said affirmatively to Cafni: "You have already won."

"...But I really don't have any real feelings."

Cafney was a little confused.

She didn't even do anything, just lay down and won inexplicably.

And all of this is due to Annan.

She tilted her head, gradually strengthening her mind.

"No matter what, this country has my share and your share."

She grabbed Annan's hand and said seriously: "Your contribution to Noah is no less than mine.

"This country is mine now...but it will be yours in the future."

——Besides, everything about me is yours.

Kafni stared at Annan, her lips moved slightly, making such ambiguous mouth shapes.

Annan obviously understood.

He tilted his head in embarrassment and pursed his lips, not knowing how to respond. It was as if the invisible ears were drooping limply.

Cafney stared at him intently, smiling quietly.

She has one more sentence, without exporting it.

Instead, he silently said in his heart:

my lord.

Even I'm yours—

—and you will be mine too.