Quintas stared at the face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, dark purple with a hazy glow, and only in those golden eyes could he feel the clarity, seriousness, and stubbornness.

Quintas suddenly became frightened, his eyes gradually moved downward, he didn't dare to make eye contact with those eyes anymore, his whole body relaxed, and he completely let go of all his defenses.

Along with him lay down his pride, glory, struggles, and hope.

He lowered his head, and after a short time he suddenly burst into laughter, and then the more he laughed, the louder it became, until at last his face was distorted and tears flowed: "Fate is really unfair!

Why? Just because my father married a foreign woman, and then I was deprived of the right to inherit by blood?

My appearance, my features, my education, my experiences, are not what a nobleman should have?

Why are you aristocrats, and I can only be an outsider, a spectator, and a servant through and through!

Do you know why I play the role of a servant attendant whenever I get the chance, no matter where I am?

That's because it reminds me all the time:

You are a wretched creature who can only look up to others all your life, a bystander who will never enter the stream!

Isn't it the greatest irony that not the aristocratic Macs?

Lord Baron, do you understand the pain in my heart?

You are different from me, you were born a nobleman, and when you drank milk, you became a baron.

What about me? My birth can only prove one thing: there is one more loser in this world, a worm that will never crawl out of that grass, a puppet.

I don't want to be a puppet manipulated by someone else's string, I want to be in control of my own destiny.

Hehe, forget it, you won't understand this.

This is the end of the matter, come, please give me a death!"

After venting the knot that had been suppressed in his heart for many years, Quintas closed his eyes and stood up, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, ready to take justice calmly.

Dongfang Chen and the others finally understood after listening for a long time, and there are also pretentious pathos and self-pity in the aliens.

Isn't it just complaining that you have a bad background, as for engaging in such a big battle?

This alien comrade who can be the captain of the third squad of the Shadow Regiment is really a glass heart.

In fact, Dongfang Chen and the others just unconsciously thought about Quintas's psychology according to the cognition of the earth.

In the history of human society on earth, when a big brother or sister complains that his life is not good, it is nothing more than the following situations:

First, the receptive type. This type of person will sincerely believe that their destiny should be like this, so no matter how the pressure of life changes, they are like a spring, the expansion and contraction automatically adjust with the change of external pressure, but never break.

Second, environmental assimilation. This kind of person will be dissatisfied with his fortune, but when he looks at it, he is surrounded by people who have a similar fate to him, and there are even many people who are not as good as his own, so he will go with the flow and will seek peace of mind at once.

Third, the reincarnation of cause and effect. This type is mainly a product of religious beliefs, believing that one's life is not good, either owed in the previous life and was born to pay off debts, or working hard in this life to live a happy life in the next life.

Fourth, the revenge social type. This kind of person has a very strong desire, no matter what kind of fate, he will always want to be dissatisfied. But he doesn't have the ability to satisfy his bottomless desires, so he vents his anger on the things around him, and he is unhappy, and he also wants to disturb others.

Fifth, resist the counterattack type. Although this type of person has strong desires and deep dissatisfaction, his personal ability and restraint are also extremely strong. Believing in princes and generals, he would rather have a philosophy of life, implement the code of conduct that is willing to cut himself and dare to pull the emperor off the horse, and he can't afford to play the game, so he will kill the maker of the rules of the game and reformulate the rules of the game himself.

Quintas's situation, in the eyes of everyone in the God Butcher Regiment, either the tail is clamped quietly, or the anti-fucking win, why do you work so hard to embarrass yourself?

Although this matter is not a big deal in Dongfang Chen's opinion. Since I am dissatisfied with fate, then my fate is up to me, and if I don't succeed, I will become a benevolent, and my head will have a scar the size of a bowl, and I will be a hero again twenty years later.

That's true, but he didn't take into account one fateful factor: bloodline.

It's not in that circle, and I can't appreciate the weight of the word bloodline at all.

Quintas is not afraid of paying, not working hard, and not afraid of no return for hard work, what he is afraid of is everything he does, whether it is good or bad, in the eyes of the aristocracy, there are just two words: boring!

Even, even in their eyes, never entered.

If it weren't for the Canadian Solar clan, then Quintas would not have any extravagant hopes, but his father was a nobleman, and he was also a fake Canadian Solar clan. Between him and the nobles, there is only half the bloodline, a mother who should not appear in front of him.

In Atlantis, the same people are from the Canadian Solar people, and the nobles and non-nobles are separated like heaven and earth.

Even the leader of the Shadow Regiment, who is also from the Astlar clan and whose strength has reached the second level of evolution, has to bow his head and say respectfully when he sees Atiea: My lord.

And this is also the fundamental reason why the original wave team with firm beliefs and fierce spirits, when they saw Dongfang Chen's transformation of the sea god, why they were in turmoil and completely doubted themselves.

The estrangement and difference between the aristocracy and the non-aristocracy is not in the traditional sense. Quintas, including the non-aristocratic Magues of Femira, Amani, Manson, etc., enjoy no different rights and duties from the nobility except for ceremonies, titles, and certain formal privileges.

Attila, the Duke of the Empire, also needs to complete his studies honestly and tremble and wander trials. As the only baroness among the nobles, Atila also has to be incognito to choose the school she likes, and there is a danger of death and fall in just one school's internal trials, and after graduation, she still has to start as an ordinary soldier and be sent to a desolate and unknown planet to carry out missions.

This is not the case for nobles from the royal family, not to mention other ordinary nobles.

As long as it is anything normal that can be thought of, nobles are hardly any different from non-nobles.

And what made Quintas really unbearable, and then made him extremely twisted and crazy in his heart, was the extremely subtle rejection and contempt of the nobles.

For example, in an ordinary greeting between nobles, you can feel at once that the interaction between them is natural, and both sides treat each other as if they were equals. However, if the aristocracy meets with non-nobles, although there is no flaw on the surface, the courtesy is thoughtful, and the conversation is decent, it is all false, and he will never take the initiative to discuss things within the aristocratic circle with the non-nobles.

This feeling is as if the two sides are different time and space, different levels of species, and the nobles of Canadian Solar have always believed that they are the one who is a little bit higher.

For example, if one day, a rat can talk, walk upright, and use your hands and brains, and you want to communicate with a mouse that has evolved almost exactly like you for reasons of politeness and literacy, will you treat it as an equal from the bottom of your heart?

The answer is never.

Because you know, what are the ancestors of this mouse? You know exactly what they used to look like. In the depths of your soul, subconsciously, it is never possible to correct the notion that a mouse will always be a mouse!