The villain daughter did all kinds of things

What's truly outrageous is that quite a few women wrote on the signs:

[Handsome Langdon, I want to have your babies! I'll raise any that are magic-affinityable, and any that are magic-rejecting will be your research material! Good luck!]

Of course, not every sign can be so explicit, but there are quite a few signs that are slightly more subtle but have a similar meaning.

Many women expressed their support for Langdon's ideals and research, and some were even willing to have their own children to provide material for his research.

These are the main reasons why Mengmeng's expression became increasingly unpleasant.

"How could they do this? Did they even consider their own children's feelings? How can they act like mothers? How can they even be human?"

Mengmeng grew angrier and angrier, and finally angrily pinched Amelie's leg hard.

"...It wasn't me who told them to do that, Mengmeng, why are you pinching me?"

Although Emery wasn't in pain, she still rolled her eyes to show her grievance.

"Hmph, I'll pinch you!"

Mengmeng didn't let go, and instead twisted Amelie's legs, along with the black ribbon and flesh, around half a circle:

“A protest of this scale could not possibly be organized by the people in one night! And the fact that the police just watched without dispersing them clearly indicates that they were acting on orders from their superiors… Can you honestly say that this has nothing to do with your Melson community?”

"Uh... I don't dare."

Amelie surrendered instantly and stopped resisting when Mengmeng pinched her.

But Emerald wasn't one to suffer for nothing. She immediately grabbed Mengmeng's waist, and when Mengmeng pinched her to vent her anger, she took advantage of Mengmeng.

"I can't stand looking at these idiots anymore, it's making me angrier... Come on, come on, you have to treat me to something good today!"

Around dinnertime, Mengmeng finally couldn't stand the stupid behavior of the people in the parade anymore and decided to channel her anger into her appetite and have a good meal of Emerald.

Amelie didn't hold back either, and soon took Mengmeng and the others to a traditional top-class restaurant in Sphinx, where they ordered a traditional high-class luxury meal.

Of the 12 dishes, the cheapest one costs about a year's income for an average working-class family.

The three most expensive dishes all use parts of an ancient dragon-level monster as the main ingredient, and each dish costs about the same as a house.

Even Mengmeng, who was used to the extravagant lifestyle of Amelie, couldn't help but complain after seeing this meal:

"Even with my income as a Purple Star Investigator, it would probably take me several years of saving without eating or drinking to afford the price of this meal... Truly befitting Miss Melson. I suppose even the princess of that ancient empire east of the White Sea wouldn't be this extravagant?"

"If I were truly a princess, and the Federation were to become an empire, then I would only need to issue one order to make Mengmeng obediently come to serve me in bed. Why would I need to order such a table full of delicacies to please you?"

Emerald responded with a smile, and the way she referred to herself as "this Empress" truly gave off the air of an arrogant princess.

"cut."

Mengmeng curled her lip in response, saying without any mercy:

"If the imperial princess is really as dissolute and irresponsible as you, then the royal family's rule will be overthrown by the people in just a few years."

"That's not necessarily true."

Emerald merely shrugged, not continuing the conversation, but instead used her fork to pick up a piece of meat from the thigh of an ancient dragon-level monster and placed it near Mengmeng's mouth:

"Come on, try this meat. It's sweet and sour, and has a nice crunchy texture. It's delicious!"

"I'm not your pet, you don't need to feed me!"

Mengmeng protested, but still opened her mouth and ate the piece of meat, then picked up her glass and drank a large gulp of wine.

After eating and drinking for a few minutes, Mengmeng sighed and couldn't help but start discussing the protests and demonstrations that had taken place that day:

“I know that in families like Emery's, there are many elderly people who rely on Langdon’s technology to prolong their lives, but isn’t it going too far to secretly organize a protest of this scale? And the signs those protesters were holding... it really makes me hard to believe that they are the same race as me.”

"Well... actually, the scale of these protests and marches today couldn't have been achieved with just the covert support of a few old guys."

Emery frowned slightly, took another sip of her drink, and said with a hint of helplessness:

“I will definitely support you unconditionally, Mengmeng. Old man Langdon deserves to be executed a thousand times over for his crimes, but we also have to acknowledge some objective facts, Mengmeng.”

"That is, no matter how sinful Langdon's actions may be, his ideals and research have been beneficial to the entire human race."

“Mengmeng, you may not feel it because you are not yet at the age to have my child. In fact, every mother is very nervous when she is pregnant, fearing that her child will be a magic rejecter, especially powerful mage mothers. The pain of not being able to see and be close to each other when both are alive is not much different from death.”

"You should understand why so many of the protesters today are young people. They support Langdon because they care about their future children. If you put yourself in their shoes, you can understand their behavior, right?"

"I don't understand! I can't understand a single thing about it! And I don't want to understand!"

Mengmeng was even angrier:

"I asked you to comfort me, not to lecture me! Since you're so rational, objective, and consider things from the perspective of the entire human race, why don't you support old man Langdon? You may not know what he's done, but you definitely have projects with him, right?"

"Hahaha... Well..."

Amélie raised her glass and chuckled a few times, then downed it in one gulp. She then deliberately flushed her cheeks, making herself look exceptionally charming.

"To be honest, from my perspective, I should support old man Langdon... but who told me to be so blinded by your beauty? So don't worry, Mengmeng, no matter how this incident ends, I will stand by your side and stay with you until the end."

Chapter 211 Failure and Decline

"What do you mean you were blinded by my good looks to support me? Don't portray me like a femme fatale, okay?"

Mengmeng first gave Emerald a sarcastic remark before speaking seriously:

"Seriously, with your current abilities, Emery, you should have a very high status in the Melson family, right? Could you persuade the elders in your family not to interfere with this matter?"

"I did advise them. Long before Langdon's public trial, I told those old men not to worry about it and to let Langdon be sentenced according to the law, but..."

Emery shrugged, not finishing her sentence.

"But what happened? They didn't agree?"

Mengmeng, however, wouldn't let it go and pressed for an answer.

“I’ve already stated their opinion—they all believe that I was blinded by your beauty, which is why I made such an unwise decision, and they’ve ignored my opinion.”

Emerald said, feigning a pitiful expression.

However, Mengmeng was not fooled by Amelie's performance; on the contrary, her eyes suddenly sharpened as she looked at Amelie.

"Are you saying that the Melson family ignored your advice on how to handle old man Langdon? The Melson family clearly entrusted you with full authority over this matter? That's a bit contradictory, isn't it, Emery? How much of what you told me is actually true?"

"...Tsk, you female investigators must have a hard time getting married, right? Sometimes women are more adorable when they're a little silly, you know?"

Amélie clicked her tongue and gave Mengmeng a sarcastic remark, only to find that Mengmeng was still staring at her with sharp eyes.

Helpless, she could only shrug.

"Okay, okay, actually I didn't lie to you, Mengmeng. I was just worried that you would misunderstand, so I kept some things from you... Well, your guess was right. There is indeed a collaborative project between me and old man Langdon. I am the one who is most familiar with him in the whole family, so the family entrusted me with all matters concerning him."

"Just as I thought, I knew it... Humph."

Mengmeng's gaze softened, no longer like an investigator staring at a suspect, but still resembling the look of a girlfriend scrutinizing a philandering partner.

"Tell me, what kind of collaborative project are you and that bastard old man working on? It's not some kind of heinous experiment or research, is it?"

"Of course not... As you know, the projects that our Melson family is most interested in are always related to magical devices. We have no interest in live experiments."

Emery quickly waved her hand, then chuckled softly:

"As for my collaborative project with old man Langdon, Mengmeng, you should have already seen it. Those magical dolls you encountered during the search, and the assistant girl who took care of you after you were captured by old man Langdon, were all made by old man Langdon on behalf of my family."

"Huh? So that magical doll who claims to be my sister is also related to you?"

Mengmeng then looked enlightened, and then said with some embarrassment and annoyance:

"I knew it! That's why she kept bullying and teasing me those past few days, and the methods she used felt strangely familiar! Turns out she's connected to you... Hmph, just like any scumbag mistress, like any doll!"

"Well... there's a reason for that."

Amelie looked away somewhat guiltily.

"That magical doll was just a tool; it didn't have independent feelings or the ability to think. Remember when I caught you, Mengmeng, when you disguised yourself as a nurse and sneaked into the hospital? Many of our intimate interactions were recorded. Later, when you were caught again, the magical doll actually wanted to make you more comfortable, which is why it imitated some of my behaviors..."

"So it's still your fault for being such a jerk, huh!"

Mengmeng glared at Amelie again, but the sharpness in her eyes had completely disappeared.

Mengmeng was very unhappy that Emerald and the old man Langdon were collaborating, but fortunately Emerald had nothing to do with human experimentation, so it was still within Mengmeng's acceptable range.

Slightly relieved, Mengmeng resumed her hearty eating and drinking, until she had consumed a sumptuous meal equivalent to roughly three years of her salary. Only then did she wipe her mouth with a tissue and sigh again.

"No, no, I still can't understand those guys who support old Langdon! Just thinking about the signs they hold up during the marches makes me furious!"

"Well..."

Emerald had almost finished eating. She wiped her mouth on the tissue Marcy handed her, and said:

"Actually, Mengmeng, you overestimate the moral bottom line of humanity. Most people are more selfish than you imagine. As long as they can gain benefits without being harmed, most people will support it."

"Not harmed? How can you say they're not harmed? So many innocent cubs were maimed, doesn't that count as harm?"

Mengmeng's voice suddenly became much louder, and her face was flushed red, whether from anger or from drinking too much, it was hard to tell.

"...Fine, since you can't figure it out yourself, or rather, you're unwilling to understand these things, then I'll analyze it for you. You have to face reality, Mengmeng."

Emery stared at Mengmeng's increasingly beautiful face for a while before sighing:

"Who told me I was so blinded by your beauty?"

"Ahem... Let's get down to business. There are two main reasons why those people support old Langdon."

"First, there's the issue of vested interests. Mengmeng, you've probably noticed that most of the people who support old man Langdon are young people. They are either couples in love, newlyweds trying to conceive, or young couples who have already had children."

"The overall probability of a human child becoming a magic rejecter is around 20%, and it is almost unaffected by the conditions of either parent. Any child born to either parent can be affected."

“Any normal magic-affinity couple would definitely not want their child to be a magic-rejector, Mengmeng, you can understand that, right? That’s why they support old man Langdon, because they are the ones who most urgently want old man Langdon to achieve a technological breakthrough.”

"The second reason is what I just mentioned: that they were not harmed. This is also the cunning of old Langdon in selecting test subjects."

"Mengmeng, think about it. What kind of beings are those magic-rejecting cubs who are sold to human traffickers and end up with old man Langdon? That's right, they are marginal beings, children who are almost ignored and neglected by everyone."

“Any parents who are magic-affinityable with a sense of responsibility will definitely visit their children in the magic-rejecting villages regularly with supplies. These donated supplies are also an important source of income for the magic-rejecting villages, so their children are generally treated very well in the village. They are adopted by the village chief and treated as his own children, and no one dares to sell these children.”

"So even young couples who already have children who are magic rejecters will support old man Langdon. Because they know their children won't be sold, and once old man Langdon's technology makes a breakthrough, their children might even come back to live with them... How could they not support old man Langdon? They must support him wholeheartedly!"

"..."

Mengmeng made no comment on this, but the frustration in her eyes deepened.

Emery didn't stop:

"There are responsible parents, and of course there are irresponsible ones."

"To put it bluntly, those children secretly sold by villages that reject magic are basically the same as abandoned children. Their biological parents abandoned them after giving birth to them, so who can they expect to treat them well?"

"If the abandoned child is a magic-affinity user, he can live in an orphanage. Most orphanages in the Federation are quite good, at least they are clean, hygienic, and provide food and clothing."

"But it's different for villages that reject magic. They can't use magic, which makes life difficult enough for them, let alone taking care of children who are completely unrelated to them and can't bring them any benefit."

There is a saying in the ancient empire east of the White Sea: "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette." This means that only when people's material life is guaranteed will they pursue moral values.

"Many magic rejecters can barely feed themselves, so what kind of high moral character can you expect from them?"

"..."

Mengmeng remained silent.

After a long while, Mengmeng finally spoke in a muffled voice:

"So that old bastard Langdon is definitely going to win this time?"

"At least he certainly won't be sentenced to death immediately."

Emery's tone was very certain.

"But according to federal law, the crimes he committed are enough to warrant his death ten thousand times over! If he were allowed to live, wouldn't federal law become a joke? Even you tycoons wouldn't want to see the order you created destroyed, would you?"

Mengmeng glared at him again, clearly unconvinced.

“According to the criminal law of the Allen Federation, old man Langdon is indeed doomed... but the highest law in the Allen Federation is the Constitution.”

Emery simply shrugged:

"At least I know that, according to the Federal Constitution, there is a way to allow old man Langdon to live on legitimately..."

. . . . .

Just as Ameliette said.

The large-scale protests did not stop for a day; instead, they intensified and have spread to more than 50 cities across the federal government.

Workers went on strike, students skipped classes, and every day during the day, two groups of protesters with differing opinions would fight and verbally abuse each other in the streets until dark.

Even in Locke City, a similar protest march broke out, but Yulia was not as conservative as the federal police.