The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Chapter 500 The Silver Oath

"We hope you will accept our loyalty."

After speaking, Jasmine did not stand up immediately, but remained in a bowing posture.

He bowed his head, respectfully waiting for the other party's permission.

However, the other party did not speak immediately.

Why are you so silent?

What is he thinking about?

Are they doubting our sincerity?

Thinking about this made her a little anxious. This time, Jasmine really didn't have any ulterior motives; they genuinely wanted to offer their loyalty.

He couldn't help but want to speak, but then he suddenly heard a voice.

Winter winter winter...

It wasn't my own heartbeat, but the sound of striking wood.

Jasmine couldn't see the other person's expression, but she could vaguely sense that the other person was tapping the table with their fingers, making a soft, thumping sound.

What expression will he have?

Is it intrigue? Or suspicion?

Jasmine didn't know, but each sound felt like a blow to her heart.

Dongdong!

"Sit down."

Finally, the voice that was driving Jaslin to the brink of collapse stopped, and she heard the other person's still gentle voice:

"You say you represent the 'Silver Alliance,' what is that? I don't recall ever hearing that name before."

call……

The tension I had been feeling finally eased a bit. Since the other party was willing to ask questions, it meant there was still room for discussion.

Jasmine stood up and sat back down on the stool, speaking respectfully:

“It’s perfectly normal that you haven’t heard of it, because our Silver Alliance is a relatively new organization, and before your arrival, we didn’t dare to operate openly.”

In fact, even the Silver Alliance's activities are still being conducted in secret, without ever stepping into the public eye.

“We are composed of forty-nine noble families below the rank of duke, and we have only one goal: to rebel against the existing corrupt and decadent system.”

“Those guys who don’t treat civilians as human beings should be completely wiped out.”

Her emotions surged, and Jaslin forgot her previous fear, looking directly into the prophet's eyes.

“We were waiting for the right opportunity, and your arrival is the perfect one.”

"Please accept our allegiance and lead us forward!"

Resisting corruption and decadence?

When Ning Feng first heard those words, he instinctively wanted to laugh out loud.

He had heard far too many high-sounding words, but almost none of them could truly stay true to themselves.

Not to mention maintaining one's original intentions many years later, just being consistent in word and deed is already very difficult.

But when he looked into Jaslin's eyes, he realized that she wasn't joking, but genuinely believed in their slogan.

Regardless of what the future holds, at this moment, their will is firm; they truly want to rebel against the decadent and corrupt so-called aristocratic system.

He was truly furious with those guys.

but……

Although the emotions were genuine and the thoughts were sincere, there was still a touch of naivety.

After Jia Silin finished speaking, Ning Feng did not comment on their ideals, but simply posed a question.

Looking at the excited young nobleman, he asked:

"Although you have sworn to rebel against them now, what will you do if your descendants become like them one day?"

"Are you going to wait for another group of people to overthrow you?"

This is not an exaggeration, but a very likely event.

Ning Feng had no idea whether the dragon slayer would eventually become a dragon.

But he knew very well that given enough time, former victims might turn into new perpetrators.

"No way!"

She categorically denied that possibility, looking directly into Ning Feng's eyes.

This time, his will did not waver in the slightest.

“That day will never come. We will leave these things in our heritage to warn our descendants.”

"Having learned from past mistakes, I believe they will not repeat the same mistakes."

Naïve idea.

However, it's not annoying.

Ning Feng smiled and shook his head, then asked:

Do you really think that the nobles of the original Golden Age wanted their descendants to look like this from the very beginning?

"This one……"

Jasmine wanted to deny it, but in the end she kept quiet.

Of course he knew; as a nobleman, he knew all too well.

Every nobleman of the Golden Age was a model of nobility; it was a truly enviable era!

But what are their descendants like now?

"A long time is enough for all traditions to be worn away, and by then most of what remains will be distorted and corrupt dregs."

Jasmine lowered her head, deep in thought.

Ning Feng was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Jasmine finally raised her head.

The lingering confusion in his eyes gradually faded. He seemed to be looking at Ning Feng, yet also speaking to himself:

"If one day we truly break our vows, then..."

"We don't need you to lift a finger, we don't need anyone else, let us destroy ourselves in our own hands."

"Silver Blood will only perish in the hands of Silver Blood."

Naive.

Idealization.

unrealistic.

For such a highly unreliable oath, there are countless evaluations that can be given.

But should we refuse?

Is there a reason to refuse?

Ning Feng smiled as he stood up, grasped Jing Na's cane, and spoke softly:

"Kneel down."

kneel down?

Jia Silin was stunned for only a moment before she reacted, excitedly stood up, and knelt on one knee in front of Ning Feng with her head down.

A faint golden light shone in his eyes, and the thorny cane rested on Jaslin's shoulder.

laugh.

Sharp thorns pierced the kneeling man's skin, and blood stained his shoulders.

Under the prophet's watchful eye, the silver nobles endured their suffering.

Until I heard a voice that seemed to echo in my heart.

"Never forget the belief you hold in this moment."

"I will always be watching over you."

goo.

Nodding excitedly, Jasmine answered loudly:

"Yes!"

Thus, the contract was formed.

However, the contract did not fall upon the soul of the oath-taker, but was held in the hands of the prophet.

He was more interested in seeing how human will would fare than being bound by oaths.

Lifting the cane, the bloodstains on it seeped into it, leaving no trace.

Looking at Jia Silin, who was still kneeling on the spot, Ning Feng suddenly spoke:

"Speaking of which, why silver?"

what?

Although she found it strange that the other party would ask such a question at this time, Jasmine still honestly explained:

"That's right, because the current nobles claim to be descendants of the Golden Age, and the blood of gold flows in the veins of every one of them."

"While we, the lower and middle nobles, are also nobles, we are of lower status than them, being what is known as the Silver Bloodline."

“Since we have chosen to rebel, it is so that we will not become the same kind of people. We despise their so-called golden bloodline.”

"Since they call us Silver, then let us be proud of our Silver bloodline!"