The international situation in the Southern Continent was in a state of utter chaos, but in this era hailed as the most romantic, the top officials of various countries were indulging in nightly revelry and endless banquets.
He took out his long pole and lifted her skirt... Oh, girl, put chains on your arms, lash my chest with the whip, and swing it freely when I want you...
The erotic classic old-fashioned songs are filled with passionate and fiery emotions, while the high-ranking men and women dressed in elegant court attire are not as conservative and dignified as their clothes suggest.
In an era when clothing was still classical and elegant, these upper-class people of the Southern Continent, like unintelligent beasts, wantonly mated and released their desires.
As the city with the most powerful and wealthy people, the banquets in the imperial city of the Aodelan Empire are almost never inconvenient. These rich people, who are usually high and mighty, linger at various banquets every night.
The entire upper echelons of the Southern Continent can only be described as decadent.
Such behavior has caused their very flesh and blood to begin to rot, and the rot is only getting deeper and deeper!
"That Pale God is such a shameless bastard! We invite him to every banquet, and he never comes! Does he really think he's so noble, like he's the real God?"
If it weren't for the support of my Aodelan Empire, he would just be a stray dog driven away by the Holy Lord Church!
Count Lansen sneered as he picked up the wine glass on the table with his left hand, which was covered by five finger cots. He then carefully lifted the cloak that covered half of his face, revealing the rotting, decaying flesh beneath. Despite the difficulty, he still drank the wine in the glass with elegant posture.
During the incident, the alcohol stung his festering flesh, causing him to tremble slightly from the pain.
But he forced a smile, "Hahaha, this rich man's disease is really something!"
As he spoke, those around him immediately chimed in, "Hahaha, Count Lansen is of noble status, so of course his 'rich man's disease' will be more pronounced. Look at those waiters around him; they don't even have the chance to get that Disease of Affluence '!"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Laughter erupted around the table, where six or seven male nobles stood. Their skin was covered in red spots, and even their high-necked, embroidered robes could not conceal the acne on their skin, making them a truly repulsive sight.
However, this attitude did not arouse the disgust of the ladies and waiters at the banquet; on the contrary, it aroused everyone's admiration.
After years of breeding, the Southern Continent has become incredibly absurd. This disease of the Disease of Affluence is highly sought after, and many young people even deliberately contract it in order to highlight their non-existent noble status.
Norton certainly wouldn't attend such a stinking, rotten banquet!
Moreover, it is unknown whether this rich man's disease is caused by being infected by Werewolf. People who get this disease will not get better even if they turn into Vampire. The most famous one is Duke Mairden, whose skull has rotted and developed a hole. In order to save his life, he had to turn into Vampire in order to gain a new life.
Even now, having transformed into Vampire, although his illness has not worsened, his mutilated skull has not improved. His exposed, lifeless brain is now revered as the 'Brain of the Rich,' and many people hold it in high esteem, even ignoring their own illness in pursuit of skin like Duke Mairden's. Even Queen Bella, the ultimate source of the rich man's disease, whose body is now covered in sores, is still hailed as the most beautiful woman of the Holy Age...
"The long pole turned into a wooden stick, the leather whip lashed her flesh, she lay naked on the bed, and I lay trembling beneath it..."
The vulgar ballad, accompanied by incredibly catchy music, has reached a new level of popularity. It's not about beauty created by contrast, but simply that the music is pleasing to the ear. If it weren't for the disgusting lyrics, it might truly be a legendary hit... And this pleasing music is an adaptation by a contemporary music master of the Pale God tones of Norton...
This Pale God Norton is truly perfect.
But even listening to the music with its altered tone from the Pale God couldn't quell the envy, jealousy, and hatred in these people's hearts.
"That Pale God is currently enjoying divine favor, but he has no idea that His Majesty only wants to use him as a scapegoat. It's a pity that such a divine body cannot be obtained by me!" Count Lansen sighed. Whenever he thought of the Pale God's divine abilities, he wished he could take his place. Now that the Pale God had become fish on the chopping block, it made him happy.
Such a wondrous thing, if he cannot obtain it, then it is best that even the Pale God cannot obtain it!
Upon hearing Count Lansen's words, a man wearing a top hat suddenly spoke up, "Alas, Count Lansen, do you know that the Pale God is not actually a true god, but merely a mortal who stole a sliver of divine power! Tracing his origins, he has been identified as a missionary who was burned at the Papal State in the past..."
"Ah, I've heard the news too. It's said that the power he gained was actually stolen from the Primordial God of Death of death— Kuba —as recorded in the ancient Church scriptures! That's why he's immortal! And I heard that the Church personnel have already begun researching this! It's said that the main reason why humans are living longer these days is that Kuba was sealed inside the sun, and now that the sun is declining, doesn't that mean that the Primordial God of Death is about to be resurrected?" As the man in the tall hat spoke, someone immediately chimed in.
He had barely finished speaking when someone else chimed in, "I heard from the Supervision Bureau that a mysterious force seems to have emerged in the Imperial City. They seem to worship the Primordial God of Death and want to offer endless death as sacrifices to gain the Primordial God of Death of Death's approval... Could it be that in the end, these people will also become something like that Pale God?"
The three men's conversation successfully piqued Count Lansen's interest. If only one person had said it, it might have been just hearsay, but since all three had heard it, there must be some basis for it.
Count Lansen frowned, scratching his face with his silver-gloved fingers, his gaze fixed intently on the three wealthy men in tall hats before him. He eagerly inquired, "Is what you say true? Can we truly obtain that boundless power, like that Pale God...?"
Miles XIII quietly sipped his red wine, sitting alone on a chair not far away, watching in silence the groups of nobles in the distance, indulging in debauchery and debauchery.
He had initially forbidden these powerful and wealthy individuals from becoming Vampire, even resorting to making an example of them at a banquet. However, it now seems that this tactic not only had little effect but had also caused most of the powerful and wealthy to distance themselves from him as emperor.
The situation in the Southern Continent is about to descend into chaos, yet the powerful and influential still act in this manner, which is extremely disappointing to him.
"I was originally thinking of showing you some leniency, but now it seems that we have no choice but to bring in fresh blood!"