Ever since discovering that the Turan People were divided into two classes—professional warriors and military nobles belonging to clans, and ratfolk expelled from the clans—
Meng Chao had been pondering the difference between warriors and ratfolk.
Although he had encountered some Turan People in his previous life, back then, he had merely been a pawn unable to control his own fate. His mind had been filled only with gaining power, finding his sister, and... surviving.
In that muddled existence, his greatest impression of the Turan People was that they were a bunch of idiots with well-developed limbs and simple minds. They were fairly suitable as meat shields when charging into battle together, but most of the time, they were the sort who accomplished less than nothing and ruined everything.
In this life, having mastered a higher level of wisdom and power, Meng Chao was able to observe and analyze the Turan Civilization with greater composure. Before long, he discovered even more clues.
At first, he thought ratfolk and warriors were distinguished by bloodline.
But he soon discovered that after several thousand years and hundreds of generations of intermarriage, the blood of ratfolk in ninety-nine percent of ratfolk had already become extremely thin.
Ye Zi, for instance, showed no trace whatsoever of ratfolk characteristics. He was merely a big boy with slightly heavier body hair.
Moreover, intermarriage was not rejected between clans.
Through the "Blood Conferral Ritual," even the lowliest ratfolk were qualified to join a clan and pass down their bloodlines and traits.
Such customs meant that many warriors, like ratfolk, grew into all manner of bizarre shapes.
They were clearly Boar People, yet enormous ox horns grew from their heads.
They were clearly Mammoth Men, yet aside from their thick, long trunks, they grew tiger- and leopard-like claws.
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