bookandnovel Chapter 926 Knock on the door
Chapter 926 Knock on the door
Chapter 926 Knock on the door
Just like Constantinople, even the most magnificent cities have slums.
Carpenter's Alley, adjacent to the Hay Market, fits the characteristics of any urban slum. There are more than twenty taverns here, and even after dark, many drunken patrons still wander the streets.
The residents here are mostly low-status workers, cooks, coppersmiths, and prostitutes.
A small number of "middle-class" people also live here. They are often the owners of the houses and can rent out the extra rooms to tenants. They work as lower-level officials, tailors, and craftsmen.
But this place is not located on the outskirts of the city, but in the heart of St. Petersburg.
Haymarket was an important commercial and trading area when Peter the Great first founded the city.
This attracted all sorts of people: small merchants, bankrupt farmers, laborers, the middle class, and after the war began, many young people who had deserted their posts and veterans who had returned from military service were also added.
It's hard to imagine that so many living people could be crammed into that cramped little building unless you see it for yourself.
Anna used to frequent the hay market, where the so-called black market was also hidden.
But she had never been to Carpenter's Alley. It was a place her mother considered to be frequented by "unruly" people, and for a young girl like her, Carpenter's Alley, often frequented by drunkards, was a dangerous place.
It was already late, but Anna found herself becoming increasingly sharp-witted and perceptive.
She could hear the retired veteran coughing, the boy pleading for another piece of bread, and she could also sense the malicious eyes lurking in the darkness.
Some rooms were deathly silent. Even through a wall, Anna could almost see the remains of two frozen corpses lying inside, along with their resentful souls.
Her coat, stuffed with old newspapers, was still drafty, but she no longer felt the slightest bit of cold.
When she habitually rubbed her hands together and breathed on her palms, she found that her breath had become icy cold.
If she were extravagant enough to buy a mirror on the black market, Anna would find that her face had become extremely pale, her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and her dark circles looked like she had applied gothic smoky makeup.
She followed the door number marked with frost, and her gaze finally settled on a detached small building.
This is the address left by Ms. Natasha's follower, the female miner.
She mustered her courage and knocked on the door.
No. 133, Mujian Hutong.
Miss Natasha, who had only arrived in St. Petersburg two weeks ago but had now become the "savior of the poor," was washing away the dust from her face and removing all her disguises—she was a lady with short, light chestnut hair, matching ears and a tail, and gold-rimmed glasses.
Sitting beside her were her "miner brothers".
The sound of bats flapping their wings could be heard from outside the window.
The blood mist entered the room and transformed into Fringilla, who was wearing a miner's hat.
The coal miner, Losa, asked with a smile, "Flint's back. How was the harvest?"
Fryn bowed slightly, her face showing a smug expression that seemed to say, "Praise me!" She continued, "There are indeed a few promising talents with strong negative emotions. If we hadn't discovered them, they would definitely have become vengeful ghosts after they died."
Lothar asked, "Can they control our Blood Seeds?"
Negative emotions are a powerful force for dark creatures, capable of even causing ordinary people to give birth to high-level vengeful spirits. However, this emotional power is also the easiest to lose control of.
Even Lothar had to be careful about his mind being affected by the dragon's bloodline, let alone these ordinary people.
Fryn was full of confidence: "This is the method used by the royal court to train high-ranking blood servants. It has been tested by predecessors. If we don't count the dragon blood you added, I am absolutely certain they can do it."
Lothar sighed, "It's not that I want to add anything, but the power of the Blood Servant is indeed a bit insufficient."
Fryn asked with some confusion, "Sir, I still don't understand. What is the point of us playing role-playing games here? If it's to complete the mission, we might as well follow Nina's idea and directly target the officers in the capital's garrison."
Lothar shook his head: "If it were just for the mission, we could be on vacation right now."
Russia's most powerful First Fleet was almost completely annihilated, its air force was completely crushed by the German forces on the Eastern Front, and its main force in the entire Polish region was swallowed up. A civil war was inevitable.
Doing nothing will only prolong the war.
But Losa still wanted to do something extra.
Missions unrelated to combat records are entirely up to one's own will.
This world was created by him. Extraordinary power was monopolized by the upper class. Nobles had secret techniques passed down through generations, and those who could operate war machines were mostly intellectuals from the middle class or small landowners.
Those who can be admitted to the Royal Academy of Law are either children of noble families or children of the emerging bourgeoisie.
Ordinary people are only fit to pull the bolt on the front line. They are as easily cut down as wheat fields in front of armored infantry and land cruisers, let alone take up arms to fight back.
Therefore, the outcome of the Russian Civil War could be the establishment of a bourgeois government, the ascension of a new Tsar as a puppet ruler supported by the feudal nobility, or even Nicholas II purging his political enemies and regaining control of the country.
The only thing that cannot be done is to establish a great attempt, as in the previous life.
Lothar hopes that this combat record will leave something more meaningful for the world.
Fryn shrugged. "Alright, I don't understand, but if you say so, we'll do it. However, isn't it a bit much for you, sir, to ask a defender of the law like Nia to do something like inciting rebellion?"
"An unjust law is not a law."
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the judge, using the pseudonym Natasha, said calmly: "Helping the poor, breaking the shackles, and establishing a new order—I have never been averse to doing such things."
Beside them, the usually silent assassin spoke up: "I understand your thoughts, my lord. However, when the poor possess power, they will no longer be like duckweed, but will become new nobles, new people of high status—especially since you have bestowed upon them this kind of bloodline power that can be passed down."
"Relying on the power inherited through bloodline, wouldn't that be just like the wolf clan, proving that some people are born noble?"
"If the future rulers of Tsarist Russia were a group of mutant vampires, things might not be much better than they are now."
The dragon slayer eventually becomes the dragon!
That's true. First of all, it's human nature to remove the ladder after someone has climbed onto the roof and to dismantle the bridge after crossing the river.
Secondly, the existence of extraordinary powers, with great power concentrated in an individual, naturally creates a hierarchy of high and low status. Moreover, the extraordinary beings created by Lothar and Fryn have their power sourced from "monsters" like dragons and vampires.
Lothar said solemnly, "As long as they know that they are not some divinely ordained nobles who will live forever, and that if they act recklessly, they will one day be overthrown by peasants like their ancestors, that's enough."
"When they forget their original intentions, I will help the new people to overthrow them again. Moreover, these people will be considered my relatives, and through the echoes of the divine edict and the voice of the Tower of Babel, I should not have to worry about them changing their ways for several generations."
Lothar was never an idealist and never expected to fundamentally change these things.
Even in the previous life, absolute fairness could not be achieved, let alone in the Yesterday's Giant Ship World, which lags behind the previous life in every aspect except for extraordinary power.
bang bang bang-
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Fryn said with some surprise, "Hey, this little girl found us so quickly?"
That's a fusion of her royal bloodline and Lothar's dragon king bloodline.
Although it is mixed with many magical potions, these two bloodlines are undoubtedly the main ingredients, and the rest are just auxiliary ingredients.
According to Fryn's speculation, it would take an ordinary person at least a whole night to complete the transformation after receiving such an "embrace." How long did it take this little girl?
"It seems our plan was correct."
"It's also possible that the first girl to come to us was actually a prodigy."
Losa smiled and went to open the door.
His blood was added to the Embrace blood of Fryn when she created her Blood Servant, using the same method he used to create his own "Dragon Blood Familiar." Logically speaking, given Fryn's thirst for her own blood, there should be no problem with this addition.
But since no physical tests have been conducted, no one can say for sure whether there will be any adverse changes.
The reason for insisting on mixing in her own blood was that, apart from the fact that Flin's blood servants were not strong enough.
Another reason is that Lothar's dragon blood contains the majestic power of "Heavenly Dragon Qi" and represents the ultimate flame, which is extremely yang in nature. This can just offset the extremely yin blood of Fryn, thus minimizing the erosion of the user's will by the bloodline potion.
(End of this chapter)