The First Magic World War-Chapter 300 - : 293, The one who does not eat others
Chapter 300: 293, The one who does not eat others
Sabastine was momentarily startled, then reached out to pat Charles on the head and said, “I don’t think he’s pretending.”
Charles replied, “For someone of the Sacred Order, being cursed for days and nights shouldn’t change their complexion. My cursing was so feeble, how could it possibly make him spit blood?”
Sabastine looked around at the sole ship in the empty Saint Michael Port, where hardly anyone was seen moving in Saint Michael City, and said, “I think… it’s not about how forcefully you cursed but how viciously you acted.”
Sabastine deeply sympathized with the Golden Ram Herolf, having been ousted from her own lair by Menilman, and she even wondered if all Sheffield University graduates behaved this way. Was this the motto of Sheffield University?
Tumishen, feeling aggrieved from his recent disadvantage, used a secret Beastman technique quietly to infiltrate Saint Michael City.
The very moment the Golden Ram Herolf got up, Tumishen struck out with a claw, hitting this great pirate leader of Whale Sea right in the back.
Although Herolf was poked twice in the heart by Charles, he was still a battle-hardened member of the Sacred Order. A swirling mist of water appeared on his back, and with a sway of his body, he vanished.
Tens of steps away, a rush of azure water surged, and the Golden Ram Herolf reappeared within it.
With one unsuccessful strike, Tumishen knew he had missed. Although he managed to touch the Golden Ram Herolf in time, the force of this touch clearly could not compare with the accumulated strength of his initial strike.
After his failed move, Tumishen burst into laughter and soared into the sky.
Although the Golden Ram Herolf quickly pursued, the old Leopard Man was most proud of his unmatched speed. Before the Golden Ram Herolf could invoke the spirits of St. Michael Island, Tumishen had already escaped the range of the spirits’ activity.
The Golden Ram Herolf had chased halfway when he saw four members of the Sacred Order watching intently. He felt frustrated but still suppressed his anger and retreated to Saint Michael Island.
Tumishen sighed deeply, a look of regret on his face as he said, “If that old fellow had reacted a bit slower and had been hit by my Leopard Heart Corrosive Bone Claw, his combat strength would have dropped by at least ten percent.”
Menilman smiled slightly and said, “Take it slow, we have time.”
The five of them were in the air, four could fly, and only Charles, who piloted a flight, was not used to it, whispering, “Can you put me down first? I’m scared of heights!”
Well, Sabastine did bear some resemblance to that “Wonder Woman,” except for her bust size, which was quite ample.
Charles wasn’t actually afraid of heights; he was a bit overwhelmed by the sight.
He didn’t dare do anything to a female of the Sacred Order.
He just wanted to escape from the ordeal as quickly as possible.
Sabastine patted his head and said, “You’ll get used to it. Later on, I can take you flying often.”
Charles hurriedly declined, “That would be too embarrassing.”
Sabastine smiled slightly and said, “You don’t need to be polite with me.”
The High Priest of Augusladin thought to himself, “It’s better to be polite with Charles.”
“When he’s impolite, he truly dispenses with courtesy. Baron Fabolais still doesn’t know where his fortunes went.”
The Golden Ram Herolf, trapped in Saint Michael City, didn’t really care; after all, being of the Sacred Order, he had rarely suffered from hunger.
He hadn’t cared much about food before, as the trade at St. Michael Island was always bustling, never lacking in grain or any supplies. During the period after being robbed by Charles and Menilman, he had been preoccupied with his sorrows and had neglected to replenish his supplies.
However, as time passed, Golden Ram Herolf quickly realized something was amiss.
Menilman neither launched an attack nor issued a challenge, but simply besieged them quietly. Occasionally, if a ship passed by, Menilman would intercept it. If it wasn’t a ship from Fars or Inglima, he would swallow it directly; only those from the two empires were allowed passage but couldn’t approach St. Michael Island.
On St. Michael Island, aside from the original guards, there were also the crew from the Magical Alchemy Warship, totaling two to three thousand people. The first level of Saint Michael City stored the wealth accumulated by Golden Ram Herolf, but there really wasn’t much food.
In the past half month, they had consumed most of their supplies, and now having been besieged for seven or eight days, St. Michael truly began to experience a shortage of food.
Charles occasionally went up with Sabastine to observe and discovered that St. Michael had already started slaughtering pirates…
Coming from Earth, he really couldn’t stand this scene, while Sabastine seemed to consider it normal, whispering, “You are also ‘Those Who Do Not Eat Humans,’ aren’t you?”
Charles was slightly taken aback, retorting, “What are ‘Those Who Do Not Eat Humans’?”
Sabastine pursed her lips and said, “Originally, it’s a faction among the beastmen, mainly advocated by another leader of the Orc Assassin Alliance, named Septimius! He believes that beastmen should not prey on their own kind, nor should they eat beastmen from other tribes, and they shouldn’t eat humans either.”
“They should also learn civilization, possess morals… and so on, in short, it’s quite an old-fashioned faction. Tumishen is also one of ‘Those Who Do Not Eat Humans.’ He might take a liking to you, firstly because you clearly bear no prejudice against beastmen, and secondly because he adheres to the creed of not eating humans.”
“Septimius and Tumishen want to make non-cannibalism a doctrine of the Orc Assassin Alliance, but the rest of the leaders do not all support them.”
“Many humans, including vampires, have embraced the concept of not eating humans, and those extremist vampires who adhere to the doctrine, even advocate for Blood Energy to be pure, rejecting the practice of devouring life energy for cultivation.”
Charles was amazed and said, “There’s such a good faction?”
Sabastine said, “Anyway, there are very few ‘Those Who Do Not Eat Humans’ among pirates. Although I don’t consume humans either, I’m not from that faction.”
“I’ve always thought ‘Those Who Do Not Eat Humans’ is a joke, they’re just an ideology, they don’t teach Extraordinary Secret Arts, who could truly adhere to it consistently?”
Suddenly, Charles felt a new confidence in this world.
Looking again at the cruelty of Saint Michael City, he suddenly felt he could somewhat endure it.
Not acceptance, but endurance!
He couldn’t help but gather his energy and bellowed, “Pirates of St. Michael, as long as you escape, you can survive. If you continue to stay in Saint Michael City, sooner or later, the most cruel fate will befall you!”
“Golden Ram Herolf is not a good leader, he is already finished!”
“Come out! Join us!”
What met him was the extremely furious Herolf throwing a Knight’s Spear his way.
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However, the Knight’s Spear had traveled too far, and Sabastine easily caught it in her hand, giggling, “Not bad, still a fine piece.”
Charles took a look, it wasn’t an Extraordinary Weapon, and he couldn’t help but recall Zhuge Liang of “Borrowing Arrows with Straw Boats”…
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