Mage Manual-Chapter 147 - 134 Please Allow Me to Quibble a Few Words_2

Chapter 147: Chapter 134 Please Allow Me to Quibble a Few Words_2

“In the Kaimon region, the most powerful armed force is neither the Crime Hunting Hall nor the War Zone but the research institutes and the Church!” he said. “Every member of the Blood Saint Clan within the research institutes, and every member of the Moon Shadow Clan within the Church, are Mages—and the majority are Two-winged Mages!”

“Perhaps some have heard that the research institutes are full of scholars who are not skilled in combat, that the Church is full of Priests who only know how to pray, but these are all lies to belittle the strong to cater to the common folk, weaving webs of information to satisfy your inner jealousy.”

“After all, you are not Mages, nor are you of the Blood Saint Moon Shadow. Thus, the Blood Saint Moon Shadow must have laughable flaws, such as a fear of sunlight or a fear of flames, so that you can feel superior, to convince yourselves there is no need for envy, for you to continue living.”

“Anyone who is a Mage cannot possibly be weak, nor incapable of combat!”

“Should the research institutes and the Church act, although they might not be able to suppress the Mages from the Foreign Domain swiftly, they would definitely contain the situation to a smaller scale, reducing the number of casualties to four or even three figures!”

“But they are unwilling to intervene because this matter does not concern them; the Mages of the Foreign Domain will not attack their areas. More importantly, the Blood Saint Clan craves bodies, and the Moon Shadow Clan appreciates death; this incident of tragic slaughter actually aligns with their interests.”

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“The only one who could change the situation is you, Arandel Fernand,” Andrey said, pausing after each word. “As the Mayor, you have the nominal command over both the Church and the research institutes. If you were willing, you could have called upon the Blood Saints and the Moon Shadows to completely turn around the havoc wreaked by the Mages from the Foreign Domain.”

The ogre’s expression remained calm, as if he was completely unbothered by Andrey’s accusation.

“But you didn’t. Because you dare not harm the interests of the two clans, because you still need the support of both. Not only that, but you knew that the assailants came through a level 2 Void Realm Passage, and that the attack would last a maximum of three days before the Mages from the Foreign Domain would have to withdraw. Therefore, you willingly sacrificed the interests of the citizens, offering up their dead bodies as gifts to curry favor with the two Blood Moon clans.”

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A trace of barely perceptible mockery appeared on Andrey’s face: “Nobody told you to do this, no one warned you not to; you made this choice yourself. You sacrificed the lives of tens of thousands to prove your humility to the Blood Moon clans.”

The ogre glanced at the chains writhing over his body and sneered, “It seems your words aren’t very effective; everyone understands my position. Although it’s not a glorious act, appeasing the Blood Moon isn’t shameful.”

“Is that so?” Andrey smiled. “But what if I said that the Dragon’s Den Apartment incident was also a result of you deliberately indulging it to please the research institutes?”

“Everyone knows that Dragon’s Den Apartments absorbed a massive amount of funds through financial fraud, and that the chairman of Dragon’s Den has already fled, but few know where those funds went—prior to his escape, the chairman had undergone a surgical procedure at the research institutes to extend his life by 200 years. This single procedure consumed a third of Dragon’s Den’s liquid assets.”

“Not only that, but the other directors of Dragon’s Den also went to the research institutes for the life extension surgery, body repair procedures, and so on. Essentially, most of Dragon’s Den’s cash assets eventually flowed into the research institutes. Following closely was the outbreak of the incident, the disappearance of the directors, and millions saddled with debt.”

“Whether it’s your Forest Art Gallery or my Eternal Life Wine, we only gained minute profits from this. It was the research institutes that swallowed the assets of millions.”

“And this is just one of the more notable ‘achievements’ of your tenure. If we were to truly investigate, half an hour wouldn’t be enough to cover everything. But it all boils down to one principle—”

“Exploiting the public, groveling to the Blood Moon.”

Andrey, gazing up at the Blood Moon in the night sky, let the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes betray his fatigue.

“This is why the polls show a decline in your approval rating, yet you were still able to govern for eight years,” he said. “It is also the reason for your existence—research institutes and the Church need people like you to serve as puppets in the foreground. Once you’ve attracted enough of the public’s ire, they will send you to Shattered Lake Prison to satisfy the people’s thirst for justice.”

“Even without the 422 incident, Fernand, you could only serve as a mayor for a few more years before facing the verdict of the Blood Moon Judgement. Because you are a ‘sinner’ who obtained the position of mayor by betraying the interests of the populace.”

There was no longer any smile on the ogre’s face.

The pillar beneath him seemed to be melting, thousands of wildly dancing chains wrapping around him like hands, as if they were about to drag him into the dark red Shattered Lake.

“But if it were just that, you would merely be another ‘ordinary mayor,’ no different from your predecessors. Each mayor is a future sinner; or rather, only sinners could possibly ascend to the position of mayor.”

Andrey said, “Fernand, the reason I’ve gone to great lengths to compete with you for the mayorship is because you attempt to elevate the betrayal of the public interest into an even higher form of art—you’ve joined forces with the elves, beastmen, ogres, and goblins of the Racial Rights Association to promote the development of the fighting profession league.”

“Of course, your reasons are very noble: to absorb the jobless population, to reduce the crime rate, to cultivate Mage seeds, and to develop the tertiary industry… It’s beyond reproach. It even makes first-time viewers of your proposal wonder why no one thought of such a fantastic idea before?”

“That’s because the predecessors weren’t as cruel or as despicable as you!”

At this point, Andrey’s eyes were bloodshot and his face was wrinkled into a bunch, so angry that he couldn’t even manage his expression: “Fernand, can’t you predict what will happen after the fighting league starts!? Crowds of young people will flock to this industry promising a fast track to success, gambling will become rampant, bodily modifications will become fashionable, and the arena will be coated with a thick layer of flesh and blood, even with orphanages specifically training children as fighting machines!”

“Violence, death, corpses, will become the only theme of this city! Fernand, you’re not unable to foresee this future, you’re smart enough to foresee it all, and that’s why you push this plan!”

“The Extreme Master of Blood Moon confines the Blood Saint Moon Shadow within the research institutes and the Church, to prevent them from creating slaughter, to suppress their devastation of the populace, and to fight for breathing space for all races! Yet you, Fernand, for your own selfish desires, are willing to place all the populace on the sacrificial altar, to normalize, formalize, and streamline the killing and death, all to please your masters!”

“You’ve united all the racial high ranks simply to create a massive, shameless ruling coalition. The people are your best product, the Blood Moon your revered client!”

“But don’t forget, Fernand, you are still an ogre, without crimson pupils nor a fluffy tail! No matter how much you ingratiate yourself, in their eyes, you are still just food!”

Andrey’s shouting echoed over Shattered Lake, with everyone else remaining silent as if turned to stone, shrinking in their seats, as if praying that the Blood Saint Moon Shadow watching the live stream wouldn’t notice them.

For a moment, the live stream was so quiet that only the sound of chains sliding could be heard.

Then, Fernand suddenly glanced at Ash and flashed a strange smile.

“Are you done?” the ogre looked around: “Then please allow me to make a few excuses.”