The graceful carriage drove slowly towards the choice of bloodline, and the short road of more than a thousand meters as far as the eye could see was crowded with people of all colors.

The sheer size of the carriage burdened the congested road, and although many people wanted to come forward and ask questions with confidence, when they saw the pattern sign on the wall, they sensibly stepped back and silently made way for it to be more wide.

Unlike Mo Chen, a marginal wild boy who was not familiar with heraldry, the people who could come here had a certain understanding of the imperial insignia, especially the emblems of the Seven Imperial Families.

Even the beggars who were squatting on the side of the road and begging knew these things well, and before anyone could shout, they immediately got out of the way.

Mo Chen looked around, and there were guards on all seven roads, and everyone who wanted to enter had a blue piece of paper in their hands.

After getting the approval of the guards, you will be able to pass through the tunnel that is more than ten meters long, and the tunnel is not known what material it is made of, and the black arc passage has a slight murderous aura.

Behind the tunnels are wide roads, and I don't know what this tunnel is for, Mo Chen tilted his head and thought.

There was no one on the middle passage, but the guards did not dare to slack off, they all held weapons in their hands, and eight people stood on either side of the road, their bodies stretched straight in their solemn black uniforms, as if they were waiting for a certain nobleman's review at any time.

The person in the center was still wearing black armor, and his fierce momentum made people on other roads dare not look at it with their eyes.

"Why? I'm just as good as everyone else's, why don't you let me go?!" the woman's mournful voice cut through the noisy crowd and focused everyone's eyes on her.

It was the rightmost bloodline path, and the passages on the far left and right were all passed by people of civilian blood, and it was also the bloodline path with the lowest requirements.

The woman was about 20 years old, dressed in a plain beige dress, wearing a shabby linen-colored sunhat on her head, and her long brown and yellow hair hanging down to her waist. She struggled to push away the guards who had stopped her.

"I finally got a pass, why don't you let me go?!"

One of the guards, who looked like a leader, said indiscriminately: "Your bloodline can't meet the requirements of going on the road, you can't go up, and we won't let you go up for your good." ”

"Blood, what's wrong with my bloodline being a slave? But I have a pass!" the woman was pushed away by the guards, her hat falling to the ground, revealing a beautiful and pale face, with a cross mark on her white forehead.

The girl's brown eyes were now full of tears, and she looked at the crowd that had been alarmed by her, and all the people on these roads stopped to look at him, and exchanged words and pointed at others. The woman's face was helpless, scared and vaguely crazy.

"Slaves also need a communication card, but they must be accompanied by their master to enter. Otherwise, you won't be able to get through it alone. Perhaps it was the sight of the woman's beautiful face that made the guard's heart soften slightly, and explained softly.

"Master?! I have no master! I am now free, I am my own master!" the slave put on his hat and immediately covered his forehead. He shouted loudly at the guard, his voice tinging with hysteria.

Perhaps shocked by the woman's madness, several guards froze in place, not knowing how to explain to the woman. As they were distracted, the woman pushed away one of the guards who was in front of her and ran quickly to the rightmost road. The remaining guards reacted and just wanted to chase after her, but when they saw that the woman had already run into the black tunnel, they immediately stopped, shook their heads and sighed.

"It's a pity!"

Before they could finish their words, they heard the screams of the women in the tunnel, which stopped as soon as they sounded. The people on both sides of the road shivered when they heard the abrupt screams.

"What's going on?" Mo Chen stopped instantly when he heard the screams, and couldn't help but look at the obscene old man beside him.

"She has been vaporized in an instant...... the old man shook the reins lightly, looked at Mo Chen's shocked and puzzled expression, and explained in a deep voice.

"Why?" Mo Chen said in a rare serious tone, "Isn't it just a tunnel?

"No! it doesn't eat people, but it kills?"

Seeing Mo Chen's puzzled expression, the old man explained patiently: "Because that girl's bloodline level is not enough, even if she forcibly stands on it, she will be evaporated in an instant. ”

"Bloodline? That bullshit bloodline argument in your mouth can kill people?" "Yes, it's the bloodline level that you disdain, and let that woman die. It seemed to be infected by Mo Chen's seriousness, and the old man also explained in a rare serious tone. "I told you a long time ago that you can't get to Atlantis by your blood, because the customs inspection there is no different from here. ”

"Then should I thank you, for giving me a master with such a noble blood?" Mo Chen stared at the direction where the woman's voice disappeared, his fists clenched white, and he gritted his teeth and sneered.

The old man avoided answering, just looking at the huge Narayana Lighthouse that stood behind the Empire. "It's a society where blood is determined, I've said it a long time ago. Whether you are unwilling or resentful, you can't change any situation now!"

Mo Chen sat quietly in the carriage and didn't say anything, just looked ahead with a calm face, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

After the old man had said these words, he also quieted down, and the street once again resumed its former noise, and the woman's death did not affect these people at all.

The noisy crowd hides the indifferent hearts, and the calm people sitting in the carriage can't hide the restless souls.

Hatred, anger, sadness, and despair poured from Mo Chen's heart into Natalia's mind, flooding down like a flood. In order not to be affected by this strong and unspeakable negative expression, Natalia immediately severed the connection between herself and the brand. Mo Chen's mood, which had not fluctuated much so far, fluctuated violently at this moment, which made Natalia even more determined in her idea, that is, to build a country where blood does not determine everything.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man walking on the road of Void (VIOD) took out a can of wine and handed it to Mo Chen, "Drink it, after drinking, you will forget your troubles for a while." Mo Chen took the wine from the old man's hand and drank it one by one.

"Do you have a lot of troubles? Because I see you drinking every day. After drinking, Mo Chen threw the empty jar in his hand to the ground, and said the first sentence after a long period of calm, with a thick drunkenness in his mouth. "Aren't you trying to forget something, that's why you keep drinking like this?"

The old man shook his head, and he didn't know where he took out a jar of wine and drank it, as if he had always had wine around him, but he couldn't find where it was. "Forgetting? Drinking occasionally just to get drunk, to forget, and drinking every day is to find sobriety in wine, forcing oneself not to forget but to remember it. ”

"Hehe, I don't understand, the words are a little deep. In fact, I sometimes think that it is very inappropriate to say that you are a profiteer, but you occasionally make a cameo appearance as a philosopher, and say something incomprehensible, which is obviously usually obscene and sloppy, but at some moments you show the demeanor of a philosopher. ”

“...... Can I be a compliment when you're complimenting?"

"No! a malicious taunt!"

When the old man wanted to say something, he found that Mo Chen had fallen asleep under the influence of alcohol.

So he could only move his mouth, swallowing the words that were about to reach his throat back into his stomach along with the wine.