Also at the winery today 996

The thing is like this, I have a headache, and it’s still hurting from noon till now. If you don’t see my update before 12 o’clock, it means I’m not feeling better yet.

I'm using this chapter to update it. I'll change it back tomorrow. I'm really sorry.

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We sing praises to the gods.

Because He gives us freedom and life.

We love the gods.

Because of His great power.

We worship gods.

Because we can't compete.

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"No. 9, stop chirping, don't you see that the goods in front of you are almost full?" A lame man wearing tattered clothes grabbed the young man standing in front of the wooden trolley and pushed him aside.

Everyone seemed to be surprised.

This is a place where nobles raise slaves and is the last resting place for this group of people.

If you are lucky enough to live, you will live to work here until you die; if you are unlucky, you will die after entering this [processing factory] that is full of putrid and dirty smell.

Looking around, there were carts coming and going, as well as skinny slaves.

The gray iron trolley, stained with unknown industrial raw materials, could no longer see its original appearance. It was dirty, but it was the only survival of this group of "slaves".

Their destination was the tempered boilers at the four corners.

The tempered boilers emitted a scorching temperature that was enough to incinerate a person without even leaving ashes. Fortunately, it seemed that the nobles were kind-hearted and did not let the slaves come into contact with those boilers. Rather, it would be better to say that beside the boilers, alchemy was always tireless. The puppet has taken care of it all.

This is a fantastic era.

Bards walked on this continent, singing the epic stories of heroes. Alchemists full of knowledge are running around with all kinds of magic potions and alchemical secret recipes. Magicians and swordsmen full of powerful weapons are fighting everywhere with their weapons.

This continent is [Yindel], a continent full of vitality and full of possibilities.

There have been countless heroes and strong men in the history of the continent.

But without slaves, they do not belong to this continent and cannot own the history of this continent.

I don’t remember which era it started. A few words were engraved very firmly in the minds of nobles and ordinary civilians - slaves will always serve us.

Even the hungover and penniless poor people who drank in the tavern could point their noses at the slaves and curse them: "Go back to where you came from, you useless things."

But none of this seems to have been asked of the group that is forced to bear everything. They don't understand why they have worked hard all their lives, but all they get is scolding and sarcasm?

The boy who was pushed away thought this, but he could only accept this fate, picked up the handle of the cart again, and pushed the cart forward.

He still needs to eat and rest.

"Are you willing to accept this fate?"

The refreshing voice belonging to a young man rang in his ears. The young man was stunned for a moment, and turned his head cautiously while pushing the cart forward.

I guarantee it, just for a moment.

The shadow standing next to the young man smiled softly, "Hello, I am Elgren Evans, you can also call me Evan."

The young man felt guilty as if he were a thief. He looked around to make sure that no one was focusing on this place, then he lowered his body slightly and looked at the shadow with vigilance.

This is probably the consciousness of the slaves living in this processing factory full of slaves.

After all, if you are not careful, you don't know when the food in your hands will be snatched away.

"There is no need to be so vigilant. These words, including me, will only appear in your consciousness." Yi Wen politely performed standard aristocratic etiquette.

"This kind of fate? What are you talking about?" the young man asked cautiously.

The inability to resist the orders and words of the nobles seems to have been engraved in his genes.

"Don't you already know everything? Why do you still ask questions knowingly?"

Ivan smiled and narrowed his green eyes like tourmalines.

The boy's lips were a little dry because he hadn't drank water for a long time. He realized that the person in front of him might not be something that fell into the category of "human".

It is very possible that he may belong to a higher latitude creature, or even a [god]. But when Ivan heard this sentence, he started to think differently.

According to the definition of philosophy, as long as you have human consciousness and a way of thinking about problems, you don't need to have a human form to be called a human.

As for those alchemy puppets, if they possess human consciousness and emotions and throw away subjective factors, they will become a living person, a person who can think independently.

"What can you do if I don't want to? What can we do to resist these nobles and these overseers? We can't even touch their hands, and we will die if we touch them." The young man rolled his eyes with some self-deprecation and said sarcastically.

Ivan just shook his head quietly, "If I could give you a status other than a slave, would you be willing to get rid of your current fate?"

The young man was silent.

"How do I get rid of it? I have been a slave since birth, and this word will follow me until death, right?"

Seeing the young man say such depressing words, Ivan was not upset, but continued to maintain his smile, "What if I have a way? There is a way to get you out of this word you call a slave, will you? Will you be willing to embark on a new path of destiny, would you agree?"

"You mean, I will get rid of my status as a slave?" The young man seemed to have heard some big joke, "Unless it is a high-ranking noble, no one can help me get rid of my status as a slave... And how can a high-ranking noble help a slave? Woolen cloth?"

While he was talking, the young man had already walked to the boiler. He pushed the empty cart beside him absentmindedly and walked back along the original path.

"I guarantee it in the name of the Evans family." Evan dropped a huge thunder.

The young man paused, turned his head stiffly and looked at the man with blond hair and green eyes in front of him, and said, "You, you said... you guarantee it in the name of the Evanste family?"

A thunder exploded in his ears, and he finally remembered that he had heard of this last name.

Not long before he entered this processing plant. Before he stole the wallet from the pockets of several civilians, he heard it with his own ears - "Have you heard? The first nobleman, Algren, the second son of the Evanste family, has comprehended a special magic!"

The first nobleman, the... second son of the Evanste family...

"Actually, I don't like people judging me by my last name, but - I have decided to help you, so you can call me whatever you want."

Ivan's expression changed slightly, as if tempting, and he winked at the young man, "How about it? Do you agree? I can even remove the owners of this processing plant, the Herman family, from the nobility."

Anyway, he is just an inconspicuous third-rate noble.

"No... let me think more... I can't promise you like this... After I promise you, what do I have to pay?" Nothing can be obtained without giving anything.

"Within thirty years, from a commoner to one who is comparable to my current status, my attendant." Ivan's smile seemed to have an indescribable meaning, which made the young man shiver.

"What are you talking about...how is it possible...that your status is comparable to yours - you are the first noble!" The young man roared in shock as if he had been toyed with.

"How is that possible - do you think that Evans can really be called the first noble in the entire continent?" Evan did not blame the young man for offending him, but murmured to himself.

"There are 12 principalities in this continent, and Takmar is only one-twelfth, and the first noble is even smaller... And I am just a member of this family, what can I have?"

Ivan closed his eyes, but the words still came out of his mouth one by one.

His smile disappeared without knowing when.

"Give me one night to think about it - by the way, my name is Kanai." The boy gritted his teeth and made the final concession.

He didn't want to be trapped in this dark place all his life. He wanted to go outside and see what the world was like.

"Okay. Mr. Kanai."

"If I fail, will I die?"

"I will not kill you, I will only let you return to the life you were originally supposed to live - not everyone has this opportunity to change themselves, and once they make a choice, they should be responsible for their own choices. No matter it is Right or wrong.”

Even though he is still a young man who is only a few years older, Yi Wen always has some mysterious words coming out of his mouth, just like his existence.

Come without a trace, go without a trace.

"Are you doing magic?"

Kanai plucked up the courage and asked suddenly while Ivan was still there.

After hearing Kanai's words, Ivan disappeared for a few seconds. Finally, he smiled indifferently - "Absolutely, if you think so."

What if I think so?

Kanai couldn't help but speed up his pace, as if he could crush Ivan.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

The blond boy lay on the rattan lounge chair, letting the sun shine on his soft blond hair.

"El, what are you thinking about? It's rare to see you so relaxed?" A tall, short-haired young man who closely resembled the boy moved a wooden bench aside and sat next to the boy.

The young man turned his head and said, "Brother, tell me, is there a god in this world?"

The young man raised his hand and rubbed the boy's blond hair, leaning his forehead against the side of the boy's face, "Gods exist in people's hearts. So, as long as you think about it, you will always be a god."

The corners of the young man's mouth turned up, "What about brother?"

"El will always be a god in my heart."

"Don't lie to me. Liars are like puppies."

"it is good."

The young man turned out to be Ergland Evanste, who had just been talking to Kanai. And the person next to him, it goes without saying, is the eldest son of the Evanste family - Reko Evanste, Takmar's shining star, Evanste's [Apollo].

And according to the character of this beloved brother, he is naturally responsive to all requests.

But, obviously, Ivan is not a good brother.

Therefore, Reko didn't know what his younger brother would do in the future that would shock the entire Idel continent.

However, it is too early to describe in detail what happened.