Successors of all mankind

He simply jogged to the front door, extended his hand to Yu Le, and invited him in:

"My lord, I have prepared a meal and drinks to welcome you. Of course, a warm room and hot water are all provided. Whether you rest first or have your meal first, it is perfectly fine!"

"Please don't mind if our hospitality is lacking; this is all I can offer you!"

Yu Le nodded and walked to the front of the three-story villa, then stepped onto the steps.

It was just an ordinary step, no different from stepping into settlement 386 before.

Just as they were about to enter, they turned back to look at the gate and said:

"Let them come in with me."

These words stunned both of them.

"My lord, shall we just forget about it?"

That was a nobleman's residence. How could two third-class people like them get in?

Yu Le turned to look at the tax collector and said:

"They helped me a lot, so, is there no problem?"

How dare the tax authorities refute the claim of being entertaining?

Even though this is actually his home.

"Of course, no problem! Please make yourself at home! Just let me know if you need anything!"

With these words, the two men at the gate finally mustered the courage to follow.

The attendant beside him instinctively brought over two isolation gowns.

Before he could even take a step, he was deterred by the tax collector's extremely dangerous gaze.

Hesitantly, he stepped onto the white steps that seemed so out of place.

The two gates felt like a dream.

They just didn't understand why there would be a dark red bloodstain next to such a beautiful house.

Does a nobleman like the tax collector really handle livestock in his own yard?

The two exchanged a glance, their brows twitching simultaneously, and then neither spoke again. They simply followed Yu Le's footsteps a little closer.

They dared not leave this noble person for even a moment.

Without Yule, several more puddlees will probably appear on that piece of land very soon.

Upon entering the villa, Yu Le saw a brand-new set of clothes neatly placed in front of her.

The tax collector then stepped in at the opportune moment and said:

"My lord, I noticed that you might need a clean and well-fitting suit, so I'm letting you know in advance. Please rest assured that although this suit is not custom-made, it will certainly not make you look bad!"

Yu Le looked at the neatly folded clothes but didn't immediately reach for them.

He mentally went over everything that had happened that day—from Truman’s arrival to the confrontation before the divine machine, to his decision to follow the slave Nor.

Every step felt like dancing on the edge of a cliff; one wrong move and you'd be shattered to pieces.

But he came over.

"Wash up first. Leave your clothes there, I'll do it myself."

The tax collector nodded repeatedly, personally placing the clothes on the low cabinet beside him. He then led Yu Le through the corridor and solicitously pushed open a carved wooden door.

"Sir, the hot water is ready. Please rest, I'll wait for you downstairs. Just give me a call if you need anything."

Yu Le nodded and went inside.

The moment the door closed behind him, he leaned against the door and let out a long sigh.

It was a small but tastefully decorated room.

A dark carpet was laid on the floor, and an oil painting of unknown subject hung on the wall.

There was a large bed in the corner, with soft and clean bedding.

The most eye-catching thing is the bathtub in the center of the room. It is not made of wood, but of a kind of metal material that gleams slightly. The water in the tub is steaming and exuding a faint herbal fragrance.

Yu Le walked over and put his hand into the water.

The temperature is just right.

When the hot water reached above his shoulders, Yu Le closed his eyes and sank down as if he had been soaked until he was soft.

He didn't want to move. He didn't even want to think.

But the brain won't listen.

"Out-of-town nobles," "genetic purity," "Saga," "Castel," "divine machine"... these words swirled in his mind.

He made the right bet; he really does have a sense of what it's like to be from out of town.

But he didn't know what Saga and Castel were like, what the nobles outside were like, or what the outside world was like.

If Truman were to casually ask something like, "How is Shaga's red wine?", he wouldn't even know how to answer.

Yu Le opened her eyes and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling that emitted a warm yellow light.

He needs information.

But before that, perhaps I should first figure out what the aristocracy is?

Yu Le's previous experiences led her to believe that the aristocracy in this place were technological nobles who built technological barriers and mythical lineage.

The so-called genetic purity is also a trick used by people like Hitler to promote Germanic bloodlines.

Therefore, Yule never explored this in depth, and of course, he didn't have much opportunity to explore it.

All of this happened too fast.

From the moment he first encountered a living person to the moment he stands here now.

It only took less than two days!

It hasn't even been two days!

What information can you possibly get in such a short time? You'll be lucky to even survive.

But on the way here, he saw the savages and defiled people in the outer city of Nor, who were "similar" to him.

Looking back, I saw the two gates that had grown significantly larger, and the two guys who had stopped bleeding so quickly earlier.

Yu Le suddenly realized a very serious problem—what if the distinction between genetic purity and nobility is not what I initially thought?

What if this is truly a rigorous classification system with solid standards and reasonable basis?

This belated discovery sent a chill down Yu Le's spine, even though she was in the bathtub.

Although there has been no risk of being exposed, if one is going to pretend to be a noble, it would be wrong to not even know what a noble is.

It was literally jumping around on the wire the whole time!

After wiping away the cold sweat, Yu Le forced himself to think frantically again.

If the so-called genetic purity is not the bloodline trick of the Nazis, then what is it?

Is it an innate physiological indicator that cannot be changed? Or can it be improved through effort?

If it's innate, then the aristocracy is literally "superior humans" by birth.

It's not because they monopolize knowledge and technology, as I thought, but because they are the "better" species in themselves.

No, no, perhaps it should be said that it's a combination of both?

So, what's my situation as an unregistered immigrant?

Yu Le didn't know the answer. But he knew he had to find it.

After a brief moment of thought, Yu Le, having finished changing, walked out of the bathroom.

They arrived at the tax collection deadline.

Looking at the diligent tax collectors before me.

After careful consideration, Yu Le looked at the tax office with feigned ease:

“When I was a child, my father always told me to remember what nobility is, and every time he mentioned it, he would make me answer this question.”

Yu Le, like a boastful friend, asked the tax collector with a smile:

"But now, I'm a little curious about you, Mr. Barkley! How will you answer this question?"

Chapter 28: The Human-like Contest? ?

Actually, Yu Le thinks that even if you ask directly now, there won't be any problem.

He completely suppressed the tax collection process, and the other party would make up for all his questions.

However, that would be too arrogant.

'I'm dancing on a tightrope; I can't tolerate dangers I can prevent!'

This is the idea behind edutainment—simple and realistic.

Therefore, he turned all his probing and questions into a simple pre-meal conversation.

It can both ease the atmosphere and achieve the goal.

Why not?

The tax collector had no doubt about this, but was somewhat worried that his answer might not satisfy the important person.

After all, he didn't quite understand what the other person meant.

Is it just casual conversation? Or is it a sarcastic remark implying that I'm not worthy of being considered aristocrat?

It seems like it is, and yet it seems like it isn't either.

It seems that compared to true nobility, I am indeed far too low-class.

After a moment's thought, the tax collector bowed slightly and said:

"My lord, I'm afraid someone like me can't say anything insightful."

That won't do! You have to answer me!

Yu Le sat down in front of the dinner prepared for him.

The meal was incredibly lavish, with a wide variety of fruit platters and steaks drenched in sauce. Of course, there were also many exquisite dishes that Yu Le couldn't name at all.

"No need to say that, Mr. Barkley. It was just a casual chat. We just said whatever came to mind."

There is no reason to refuse the tax collection.

"Since you put it that way, then I'll share my humble opinion."

“I think what makes us nobles is that, apart from the fact that we are closer to the great humans in terms of the purity of our bloodline.”

In terms of pure bloodline, it is closer to the great human being.

What do you mean? Don't you really think you're human?

The seemingly obvious statement about the tax collection deadline suddenly made Yu Le realize the anomaly she had noticed yesterday.

When the group that kidnapped him handed him over to the black market dealers, they mentioned once that he looked somewhat human.

At that time, Yu Le was pondering whether to simply say that he was somewhat like an aristocrat, or to say that he was like a human being in a literal sense.

Yu Le assumed it was the former, since the barbarians only thought he was overly muscular, but he still looked human. So Yu Le never imagined that they were actually asking whether he looked human or not.

The fun lies in brainstorming, and the tax collection is accomplished through eloquent discussion.

"If we're talking about one, I think it's because of our pure bloodline that we are more favored by the divine mechanism and more compatible with spiritual energy?"

A new sentence once again blew Yu Le's mind.

No, what is that?

Why the hell is all the psychic energy coming out?

A signal resembling Warhammer appeared again, and Yu Le's brow twitched as he hurriedly confirmed it:

"I'd like to ask, do you know Terra?"