Leaving Aisha and Sir Blois, John walked out of the mansion alone, lit a cigarette, and it was getting late, and a lot had happened here during his time away from England. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Raman is not uninvolved in what he is doing here, knowing the consequences, he has no hesitation in carrying out ulterior actions and participating in the plans of the Skull and Bones Society. It is understandable that Dior will be on the other side, and he has long thought of this possibility. He is not as gentle and rich as Dior remembers.

Ian didn't educate him about family honor and nobility responsibilities, nor did he make him follow aristocratic red tape. His father, who was not rigid, had taught him countless things, but there were only two things that John had always remembered. One for the sake of something, one has to abandon another. He does not remember his mother, who died in childbirth when he was born. Because of his mother's obsession, John was born, and Ian may have suffered a lot of mental torture. And the second thing Ian taught him was a year after Dio and he went to college.

His father called him into his room that day, and Ian, who was getting worse and worse, sat on the edge of the bed in his coat and told John many things.

“... John, I have lived up to the chivalry and philosophy that my grandfather taught me, and I thought it was an honor and responsibility given to me by the gods. The so-called justice is a wonderful thing, and I can be self-absorbed even if I have nothing, but when I come back to my senses from that thing, I realize that I have nothing. Jenny's health is also getting worse and worse... I was originally against Jenny giving birth to you. I think very highly of myself, and I have never wanted to come into contact with other self-righteous aristocrats... At that time, there was no one left to pray. You're a researcher... If your philosophy conflicts with the ethics of justice or normalcy..."

Those who uphold justice usually have nothing, just like the down-and-out Connor family. John didn't quite understand what Ian meant at the time, but when he joined the National Institute, he gradually understood it. The so-called progress is built on a mountain of bones, nuclear weapons researched by three countries, drugs researched by the National Research Institute, bioengineering by Dr. Craigwen, and even the prosthetic research proposed by himself. Countless failures can be exchanged for a little turnaround, and fleeting opportunities can create success.

It was for this reason that Craigwen was expelled from England, but only because he was born into a commoner and caused great social upheaval. The research materials he left behind continue to be used by the Institute without any guilt. The root cause of Ian's words is precisely that.

If his ideas conflict with justice and ethics... To hell with them, then.

"I'm guessing you don't feel the slightest bit guilty. ”

John turned around in surprise, Dio didn't know when he had walked up to him with a pipe in his mouth, and the diminutive girl patted her shoulder, looking tired. John smiled bitterly and replied:

"No kidding, I don't feel any guilt about what I've done. If there really is a god in the world and thinks that I have done something wrong, then send heavenly punishment on me. The so-called science is built on a high mountain of bones, and people who enjoy the convenience of modern life without scruples never thought that progress would be built on their own sacrifices. So whenever it's their turn, they get panicked, they get angry, they say, 'This is not ethical,' 'It's just a devil's play,' yes, if you want to blame it, blame yourself for your incompetence, why not sacrifice others but be sacrificed by others. ”

"Isn't that learned?" Dior sneered, "at least there's a little consensus on the fact that all human beings are ugly and stupid." ”

"yes... It's something that can't be helped. ”

John said nonchalantly, but Dio kicked him in the ankle, and he hugged his foot in pain and cried out in pain.

"No way? You have to be a little bit of self-realization, and you are also the consciousness of a creature like the small, ordinary, ugly, stupid human beings you call it. You, a wasted rich young master who grew up in a greenhouse, stand at the top and look down at all living things very happily, you became a member of the National Research Institute early, and you put forward a prosthetic human proposal, and even the media interview has to be before me, you must be psychologically cool, but listen, you are just a human being!"

Dio pointed to John's nose, took a deep breath, and scolded fiercely:

"You scum! Rubbish! The scum at the bottom of society! A leisurely civil servant raised on taxpayers' money! Nothing but a little theoretical knowledge! Not even sophistry is decent! There is no aristocratic temperament! Take others as test animals! Take a good look at yourself, you are just an ugly rat crawling out of a stinking ditch! Pretentious! Contempt for others! Hypocrisy! A disgusting smile! Naive! Loose! Confuse, deceive, manipulate others, applaud your accomplishments, and then make the perfect excuse for your actions to stand at the top of self-absorption. That's the most disgusting thing about you, I've changed my mind, and now you can get out where I can't see it anymore, lest I want to smash your disgusting face!"

“... yes, that's a bit of a thought... You're still going too far. ”

Even when he was pointed at his nose and scolded like this, John was not angry. Why didn't he know that he was just one of such stupid human beings. And Dior... It's only a little different from such a human being. Where did she stand looking down on the stupid human beings? Perhaps not, but only the dissatisfaction of a wicked man who had no mercy at all against the hypocrites - why should she do the same thing and bear the reproach on herself?

"Do you think the wicked are better than the hypocrites?" John threw away the cigarette butt and stomped it under his feet.

"What stupid things can there be, is there anything more terrible than hiding in the shadows and waiting to stab the knife and pick up the cheapest people? A guy like me who has the word 'bad guy' written on his face is so honest, and it is all right that you propose to the Queen that the Order of the Garter be awarded to me next year, and my unhappiness will be written off. Anyway, the queen owes me something, Kt. Dior L. Connor, and all of a sudden the name becomes very complicated, doesn't it sound very powerful?"

The girl laughed happily as if she was expecting to be called like that. I really don't know if she's easy to understand or too scheming... John is sometimes deceived by the girl's appearance and treats her as an ordinary girl, and the result is self-evident. It's not that Dior doesn't usually have a side like an ordinary girl, it's just... That's hard to see. Usually when Dio wants something, but is on the completely weak side, the girl will shamelessly pretend to be a weak, and plead pitifully, and squeeze out a trace of tears.

Maybe the only person who has had the privilege of meeting Dior like that so far is John.

Behind the two of them, the fierce-looking Aisha had already walked out of the house with Saria in her arms, Sir Blois followed them with a crutch with a reddish eye, and Yuru was sitting in the car waiting for them. And the two guards were not too surprised to see the Raven Man, they were originally bodyguards transferred from the research institute.

"Okay, that's the end of this matter, I'll send Sariya to the research institute for treatment, what about Dr. Capek?" John propped himself on the car door with one hand and looked at Yuru inside.

"I'm going back to the base, can I sit in this car?" Yuru looked at Dior.

"I'm busy, you guys go back first," Dio's expression was very gentle, she nodded to the two of them, and said, "Sherlock has some more to do with me, but it's not a big deal." ”

“... All right. John nodded and got into the car.

Watching the car go away with Sir Blois, the older and the younger fell into an eerie silence. They all stood motionless, and Sir Blois, who had just looked very sad, looked at Dior with complicated eyes.

"I thought there was no successor to Connor, and it seems that Ian had a good son," Sir Blois added, after a pause, "and an 'too good' adopted daughter." ”

"That's a great review, and I'm really flattered. Dior's tone was very flat.

“... When did you find out?" said Sir Blois with a wry smile.

"You know what?" said Dio, raising the corners of his mouth and closing one eye, pretending to be stupid.

“... Don't say that, you've already fooled me through... Actually, the Raven Talent is a matter of 'Saria'. ”

"After hearing your daughter say that she was able to communicate with the Raven Man, the real 'Sariya'. The reason is the message left by Geralt Wade, "Dio knocked on his pipe, and the soot deposited in it was a little difficult to clean," the condition of "The Life of Solomon Grandi" left by Geralt Wade is not about himself. Rather, he was talking about Saria, or Aisha, and he also left a copy of King Solomon's Treasure. Although there is no relationship between these two Solomons. King Solomon had a ring that he could wear to understand the animal's speech. Besides..."

Moreover, a shepherd with little education and little library knowledge can only know the poetry handed down by the shepherds. So he did it at someone's request, and Miss Aisha in the deep house didn't even go to college, and the average nobleman wouldn't read a side book like "King Solomon's Treasure" at all, let alone a commoner novel like "La Traviata", which has nothing to do with the nobles themselves, and stories about the love between nobles and commoners can only exist in 'other people'.

And Saria, who is also a student at Hugh Hudson University, who likes to run to the library and enjoy these readings as much as Dior, is left. What remains of the Raven Man is nothing more than the consciousness of Saria, not even the desire of the beast, and the consciousness of being a human being, but being manipulated by the real Sir Blois's daughter, Aisha lying on the hospital bed. John didn't know, and neither did Yuru. And Sir Blois, who has lost 'everything', is of course not to be blamed in any way by society.