Successors of all mankind

Just a short while ago, almost everyone living near the Numennor area was herded into their homes and their areas sealed off by the Numennor law enforcement team that rushed to the scene.

They were ordered not to leave the house until they were given permission.

They are not even allowed to appear in the window.

A large number of armed personnel were deployed to every corner to guard against any disturbance.

The death of two nobles is nothing, even if one of them is a lord.

In any case, neither of them had a purity level of more than 30%.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the slaves and please the core divine machine, it is quite normal for nobles to be captured and sacrificed.

But they cannot be openly shot like this!

Still outside the city, in front of a large group of lowly people!

This is a very, very serious matter; it has already been weighed!

It's just that the people who caused all this are too special, making it impossible for any of them to handle it simply according to the usual procedures.

After all, was it a case of nobles killing nobles, or foreign nobles killing native nobles...?

This whole thing sounds incredibly troublesome.

Therefore, even after so long, the only people who came from within Nor were the seven teams that had been thrown out.

The highest-ranking official here is a marginal noble whose purity is even closer to passing than Barkley's.

Barkley's is 20.7%, this is exactly 20%.

At this moment, he stood numb and desperate in front of the bodies of Barkley and his companion.

Opposite him were Yu Le and Da Men.

How could it be that a nobleman openly killed another nobleman?

The information I received before I came was that the lowest of the low had rebelled...

Before discovering the truth, he always thought he was there to reap the credit.

But after seeing the guards crawling on the ground and Yule coldly watching him, he realized that...

Only then did he belatedly realize that he was never the one to take credit for others.

"Is it done?"

Authentic royal accent, standard exclusive language.

Everyone was telling him that he had come to a place he shouldn't have come to.

"My lord, I, I, you, you..."

After managing to utter a few words, he couldn't say another.

What the hell should I do?

I can't arrest a high-ranking nobleman, I can't let him go, and I certainly can't just stay here and waste my time.

What the hell do I do??

After stammering for a while, the unfortunate captain actually knelt down on the ground, crying, and begged:

"My lord, I'm just someone who's been thrown out to take the blame. Please, don't make things difficult for me! I don't know what to do!"

Seeing their captain break down in despair, the rest of the team all lowered their heads in unison.

Although they were also thrown out, unlike the captain, they were simply too low-class.

As long as you don't do anything stupid, they're basically out of the picture.

It can only be said that sometimes, not having a legal status has its advantages.

Upon seeing this, Yu Le directly scolded:

"Then get me a seat. Are you going to make a nobleman stand here with you?"

In the heart of the slave territory, there was no way he could just leave so casually.

The other party wouldn't agree, but he certainly wouldn't just sit there and wait.

So Yu Le gave him an instruction that he couldn't refuse, one that didn't involve any real issues.

As long as the other party complies, Yule will solidify its position as the "superior" and be able to gain initial control over the current situation.

This will also make it easier to deal with other nobles later on.

With the staff swaying and the misty air thickened, everything is negotiable!

"Yes, yes, quick, stop standing there like an idiot, get the adults a sofa!"

His men rushed into Barkley's mansion.

Before long, everything was arranged at Yule's place.

Soft sofas, exquisite fruit platters, and fine wines—this place has everything aristocratic comforts should have.

Sitting on the sofa, Yu Le appeared impatient, but in reality, he was extremely vigilant, observing everything around him and speculating about what he might encounter next.

Having gone this far, there's no turning back.

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Outside the city of Numer, the current head of the Hudson family, having finished meeting with his guests, was on his way back.

Inside his car, he stared intently at a box in his hand.

Opposite him was his guardian knight, an absolute confidant who had grown up with him since childhood.

Both were equally old, but the other was taller, giving off a sense of ancient trees growing ever more vigorous.

"Sir, what is this?"

The old man's hands tapped incessantly on the exquisite dark gold gift box. He only stopped when he heard those words.

His gaze shifted slightly from the gift box to his knight.

He then said sadly:

"A gift, a gift so generous that I could hardly believe it."

"If that's the case, isn't that a good thing? Or is there some problem?"

The knight seemed puzzled, and he tentatively asked:

"Does this represent some kind of dangerous request?"

The knight suspected that the gift, so extravagant that even the head of the household couldn't believe it, might have been part of an extremely dangerous request.

Otherwise, one would be happy to receive such a generous gift.

But the old man shook his head repeatedly and said:

"I don't think so. I think it's just that the other person simply doesn't want this thing."

The knight became increasingly confused.

"My lord, I don't quite understand. Could this thing be something that, while precious, is actually very, very flashy and impractical?"

The knight thought for a long time and finally came up with a somewhat inappropriate way of saying it.

After all, if it weren't truly precious, how could one's lord describe it as so weighty as to be unbelievable?

The old man sighed, then opened the dark gold gift box and said:

"See for yourself!"

The gift box was opened, and the knight cautiously and with great curiosity approached it.

Then, he raised his eyebrows.

"A bracelet? No, could this be a magic device?"

Inside the gift box lay a bright silver bracelet, which would occasionally flash a blue information stream under the knight's gaze.

Such an exquisite piece of equipment made the knight instinctively realize that it should be one of the divine machines that are part of human heritage.

The divine tool was indeed a valuable gift.

But it also depends on what kind of magical device it is. If an adult calls it so valuable that it's unbelievable, and it's just a bracelet...

The knight, having come up with an answer, slowly widened his eyes.

He then rose in terror and drew his monomolecular sword toward this most evil divine creation in history.

"This is the evil of Pandora?! My lord, give the order to destroy it!"

Chapter 37 You'll definitely regret this!

But the sound of the bracelet rang out even before the old man's voice:

“I’ve heard this thought countless times over the past few days and nights. But I’m still here, so do you think you’ll be the exception?”

"Loyal and capable knights!"

It was a very sarcastic, almost clown-like voice.

It is high above, it manipulates people's hearts.

"Don't even think about twisting my will with your evil voice, my lord! Give the order now! This malice must be destroyed, it's unimaginable viciousness, it will destroy us, it will destroy the Hudson family and even the entire slave family of Noel!"

"Just say the word, and I can cut it open! It's too dangerous!"

The old man remained silent for a long time.

The knight grew increasingly impatient:

"My lord, have you forgotten how many dynasties this thing destroyed and how many poor people it has ruined? It brings no glory or legacy to mankind, only malice and destruction!"

"Oh, poor knights, I must declare that before destroying them, I also gave them everything they wanted!"

That sharp, jester-like voice rang out again.

“They wanted their own kingdom, so I taught them how to gain power; they wanted endless wealth, so I gave them unparalleled knowledge. Whatever they wanted, I could give them!”

The knight drew ever closer, his single-edged sword pointing straight at him:

"In the most malicious way!"

"So what? They agreed, they accepted, they're happy!"

“Take you for example, ah, let me think what you want? Your sword-holding posture is slightly off-center, which shouldn't be the case for a foolish knight like you. Oh, you've been injured in the left abdomen?”

"I think this date should be from thirty years ago, during what you call the illegitimate child war, right?"

It so simply revealed its hidden ailment and the time it had left behind.

The knight was terrified; this thing was far too dangerous!

"So what? You think you can cure my body? What a joke! It's nothing to me! My lord, please give the order!"

The voice laughed with increasing sarcasm:

"Cure you? No, no, no, I have no interest in that, although I might have the ability. But that's not what I'm talking about!"

It was clearly inside the box, yet it resembled a high and mighty emperor, sitting on his throne, looking down upon and manipulating everyone and everything beneath it.

“You are a knight of Nur, you stood on the opposite side of the victors, yet you survived. You must be very happy. You actually escaped with your life.”

"But what if I told you that you could be purged at any time because of this, along with the Hudson family you serve?"

The knight remained unmoved, and even laughed out loud:

"You're lying! That matter is long gone, and no one will pursue a nobody from back then."

"It's impossible for this to implicate the entire Hudson family!"

The old man also carefully examined the bracelet in front of him. The other person casually uttered something that caused their pupils to widen in shock:

"But what if the father of that unfortunate fellow you narrowly escaped killing after you were injured is still alive, and while he could crush you at any moment, he is also constantly searching for who killed his only son back then?"

Both of their eyebrows twitched:

"You're lying! How could you possibly know that!"

“It’s simple. The Hudson family may not be much, but the fact that the patriarch’s guardian knight has an unhealable internal injury means that it must have been left by a very powerful weapon.”