Chapter 1063: Chapter 399: Old Dog Also Has a Few Teeth_3

Laro sneered, his voice becoming low and serious again: “A bunch of mages, all busy with their own research. Who has the information to manage those worldly matters? Everyone is a mage, each striving to climb higher, all immersed in the study of noble and profound truths. Then, who will take care of the people’s problems? Who will sacrifice themselves?

“You know, the Narcissus People are more tolerant of foreigners than their own countrymen. Just as the Holy Nation is kinder to the faithless than to the Celestial Followers–they understand that not everyone needs to pray. But if one still chooses the way of the Celestial Marshal despite knowing the numbers, that is the behavior of Dwarves.

“It’s the same with the Narcissus People… They know that outside their country there isn’t such an intense focus on the Path of Wisdom. But in a society that venerates the Path of Wisdom, if someone still lacks the Level of the Path of Wisdom, they will be considered a ‘fool’ by others. There’s a specific derogatory term in the Narcissus language for such people: ‘meat donkey’… meaning a stupid donkey that’s neither fast nor useful.

“Who will truly take responsibility for the people’s matters? Instead, they would be mocked by others for their slow advancement on the Path of Wisdom. Then who is left to govern the nation? They indeed have the capability, as well as clever minds, but politics requires not just ability… it also requires attitude, responsibility, and perseverance.”

This time, Laro did not resort to the frivolous language of a clown, but spoke a piercing truth that the mages could not accept, in a very calm and lucid tone.

Old Dog glanced at the void, speaking venomously: “They fancy they can steal the power of the Son of the Moon, to meddle with the secret of the Son of the Moon’s immortality through the Path of Wisdom, attempting to decipher and replicate the Son of the Moon’s transformation ritual, only to end up corrupted into mutant Sons of the Moon… Their souls are imprisoned within their bodies, fused with their tainted flesh.”

“It could also be considered a form of immortality, I suppose. But they never anticipated that it was all part of a conspiracy. They have instead been controlled by the Blood Celestial Marshal, to be slowly dragged into the Dream Realm, to become Apostles of the Blood Celestial Marshal.

“Of course, we all know this; even the Red Chancellor is aware. Just as the regicide waits for the ‘Perfect Human’, they too are waiting for their opportunity… a final solution that resolves everything, allowing them to break free from the control of the Blood Celestial Marshal.”

“Because they have had it too easy all along, they’ve become too arrogant–when they finally hit a wall, they’ll realize their powerlessness. The mages should never have had the freedom to place themselves above others from the start… they will eventually reap what they sow.”

“Of course, before that happens–they might first go mad. But I hope they don’t provoke me. The backstabbing of the Narcissus Duchy was the last straw that led to the collapse of Star Antimony. If that ‘Pelican’ Mr. dares to come before me, talking nonsense…”

Old Dog Laro growled softly, scanning the surrounding void once more, baring his teeth at the mages who might be here: “I will let the noble mages know…

“–Old Dog has some teeth, too.”

Within his words, there was a kind of open-mindedness that Aleister found very familiar.

It was the ruthlessness of someone who had discarded all concerns for their own life.

Aleister immediately understood why the other party had said so much to him…

–Because this loyal Old Dog had never intended to come out alive from this ritual.