The two of them stood in the square of the Magic Academy.
"Why?" Dick looked at the three blackbirds on a huge male stone statue in the square.
"It's simple, because those nobles don't allow it.
The creation of a combination of powerful technology and magic can protect many civilians from hunger and cold, allowing them to thrive and no longer look sallow and thin.
Extraordinary beings like us are tall and strong, but most civilians can only be trapped in their own land and live on their last breath. They have no ambitions and just think, I want to live, I want to live. How tasteless this life is.
And these are the rules set by the nobles."
"Speak directly if you have something to say."
"Dick, I will tell you the truth. I have always wondered why in this era full of magic and extraordinary things, the one who controls the power of the entire continent must be a mortal king?
Is it just because of the noble title they inherited?
But this kind of title is just a product of the rules they set.
"Then why, it can't be me sitting on the throne?" His voice became lower and lower, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
"If I become the king one day, I will promote these magical technologies, improve the environment of the common people, let them have aspirations, select more talents from them, and govern the entire Panda Continent step by step. By then, no matter what difficulties they have, they can be easily solved."
Dick remained silent.
"Although I am the child of a sorceress, the woman named Morgana abandoned me after giving birth to me. Fortunately, the Druid master raised me.
But as a result, I also came into contact with more of the plight of real people, and also witnessed the arrogance of many nobles."
"I remember that there was a small country in the south that had no harvest for a year. When I reported to the king, what did he say?"
Speaking of this, Vig sneered, "My people are actually hungry, so why don't they eat cream cakes?"
"In my opinion, these people are already sitting in the afterglow of their ancestors, powerless and fat-bellied, with their bellies full of the blood of the people.
I think it's time to change the government, and this is the place."
At the end of his words, he looked at the demon hunter beside him with burning eyes.
"Your idea is good." Dick said slowly, "But have you ever thought about it, Panda Continent's resources are fixed. If the resources are distributed to the people, the interests of the nobles will be damaged. Will they agree with your idea?"
"You think those maggots just suck blood?"
Vigo suddenly pulled open his clothes, revealing a burnt black scar under the collarbone. His tone was urgent, "Do you know 'Straw Hat Island'?"
The leader 'Straw Hat' used the druid's Fertile Soil Spell and the rune temperature control cabin developed by the warlock to grow golden wheat on the island that could feed 10,000 people.
What's the result?
On the night of the harvest, 'Straw Hat' sent his subordinate 'Bigfoot' to lead the soldiers to burn down the granary. I was branded with the crime of 'stealing the food given by God'.
And what does the notice say about 'Straw Hat' who likes to hang out with warlocks?
'The natural order cannot be violated by mortals'!
But they then sold the surviving temperature control cabin technology to overseas businessmen in exchange for a ship full of mead and jewelry!
I need your help, Queen Meve is about to die, and I will only need Witcher Order's support..."
"Magic Academy Do you support you? Mary Does Dean support you?"
This time it was Vigo's turn to be silent.
"Your idea is good, but you are still a little anxious. In short, let's wait until I handle Xiya's matter!
There is an old friend who likes to say something to me. I will give it to you--'Vigo, I admire you very much'"
Dick patted the warlock's shoulder and stepped into the huge portal inlaid with various circulating runes and energy stones.
Vigo squinted his eyes and saw the witcher disappearing through the portal without moving. The huge stone sculpture in the center of the square blocked his shadow, and a low voice murmured to himself:
"Dick, time waits for no one!
Your ability is so powerful..., since we cannot cooperate, our actions cannot stop..."
After a wave of nausea and vomiting, when Dick opened his eyes again, he found that he had arrived in front of a port.--Ravenstern City was close to the port of Great Inland Lake, which was the place where the murder of the monster occurred.
It was mid-afternoon, and the port, which should have been bustling with activity, was shrouded in the shadow of flooding and became dead and silent, with not a single person visible.
There was only one soldier in iron armor and a dozen soldiers, vigilantly guarding the surroundings.
The biting north wind howled by, bringing with it a disgusting smell of blood. Dick's pupils reflected the dried bloodstains that snaked from the river bank to the beach. The bloodstains were shocking, like a ferocious python entangled in this barren land.
The leading armored warrior saw Dick approaching from a distance, his chainmail scales made a fine trembling sound, and his lips trembled slightly uncontrollably.
It wasn't until Dick came to him that he stammered, "Master Dick, you... you are here."
Golden cat eyes stared into the squad leader's eyes, "Have you seen me?"
"Yes, yes, I have met you. When we faced Manslayer a few days ago, I participated in that battle and was promoted to captain because of my merits in battle."
Seeing the cold sweat on the squad leader's cheek, Dick patted his shoulder gently and said in a softer tone, "Don't be nervous, I'm not a devil and I won't eat you."
"Yes, yes, that's what you said."
"Boss, isn't he just a demon hunter? How can this demon hunter be more terrifying than the swarms of Drowner in the river?" the young soldier on the side muttered casually.
"Shut up!"
The squad leader roared angrily, and the recruit staggered back. When he almost fell to the ground, his companions around him quickly helped him up.
The team leader tried to calm down his emotions and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Master Dick, if you have anything to ask, just ask."
"Well, I'll take a look at the scene first. You guys should guard all sides."
"Okay, okay! You all follow me, stand aside, don't let anyone disturb Master Dick, and never let anyone else enter the crime scene, do you understand?"
"Understood!"
The footsteps gradually faded away, and the group of soldiers stopped a dozen steps away from Dick. They straightened their backs one by one and guarded there dutifully.
In fact, it is somewhat unnecessary for them to stay here, because no civilians dare to approach such a horrific murder scene.
Dick concentrated and turned on Witcher Senses.
A dark red dotted line followed the dried blood, extending from the shore toward the depths of Great Inland Lake.
Taking a few steps forward along the dotted line, I found that there was still some dark red flesh foam left on the ground.
"It should be human." He murmured to himself, bent down and picked up a piece of minced meat, brought it close to the tip of his nose, and smelled an unusual smell.
"Well, this smells very good. Is this ambergris?" Dick pinched the waxy substance wrapped in gravel on the minced meat, which shone with the luster of mother-of-pearl. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed carefully.
"It is indeed ambergris. This stuff is a product of the endocrine secretion of sperm whales. It is extremely precious. Only some nobles use it for spices or other purposes.
Therefore, this ambergris was not brought by the deceased, but was accidentally smeared on the bodies of those Drowner.
But why do these Drowners use ambergris?"
With this question in mind, Dick continued to move forward, and within a few steps, he arrived at the very shore of Great Inland Lake.
If you take another step forward, you will step into the water.
He reached into his pocket, took out a crystal test tube, unscrewed the beeswax cork, raised his head and poured all the liquid into his throat.
"Ah, it's still so painful."
He touched his cheek and found that after drinking Killer Whale Potion, the blood vessels on his face were only slightly stretched, not as ferocious as before.
"It should be that after the physical fitness has been strengthened, the resistance to the poison of magic medicine has also increased.
But this is good and bad. Now Killer Whale Potion can only allow me to lurk for about five minutes after a fierce battle in the water, so I have to hurry up."
Dick jumped into the lake.
The lead-gray water swallowed him up in an instant, and the biting cold penetrated the gaps in his leather armor, piercing his bone marrow like thousands of ice needles at the same time.
When sinking, the halo above the head shrank into shaking silver Kelang, and flocs floated in the dark water, such as chopped Moonlight.
Undercurrents wrapped in dark water plants brushed against the cheeks, and a hollow whimpering sound came from deeper Great Inland Lake - I don't know if it was the cry of water flowing through the cave, or the eternal lament of the drowned.