Chapter 26 Blood Raven

Two dwarves emerged from the Bloodraven's exhibition hall, each holding a warhammer, and stood on either side of the other.

The man on the left has a long, dirty beard that he doesn't tie or groom, and he looks dull; the man on the right has his beard tied into two braids that slant outwards, and he looks like someone who lives on a fixed salary.

Their boss, Mr. Blood Raven, was sitting in the office at the very back of the showroom.

Red velvet carpets, gold threads, weapons displayed on weapon racks for display only, and glass display cases on both sides showcasing specimens, including animals, plants, and insects whose scientific names I don't know.

It's easy to see that Blood Raven is also a collector.

When Billis pushed open the office door, he was immediately horrified by what he saw.

A tall polar bear sits on a large square throne, two cigars dangling from its mouth. Because of its rough, thick bear skin, it only needs a ribbon to tighten its skin, making it look much more formal.

He was panting heavily, exhaling smoke rings and stirring up the smoky air as he looked at the three visitors, starting with the angel.

Above the office is a 200-inch high-definition projection screen that allows for a 360-degree view of every corner of the club, with ultra-high resolution enough to clearly recognize every face.

The orc chieftain had left the office at some point, leaving the three guests inside.

A set of snowflake-shaped gears swung back and forth on the decorative module. Blood Raven, annoyed by the noise, blew on them, forcing them to stop.

He said, "I don't have coffee to serve guests here, please understand."

Mia smiled and replied, "To meet Blood Raven in person is the best hospitality."

"How do you know I'm Blood Raven? Have we met before?"

"Perhaps you've forgotten, but I saw you once at the Earl's Ball a year ago, where many members of parliament were also present."

“Oh, but I don’t remember attending any balls, let alone seeing you, Miss Montit.”

"But you already know my name."

"Who wouldn't know your name? I also know that the man beside you is Captain Marcel, and what was the name of our prey we captured a few days ago? The High Angel. You see, my memory isn't very good; these are the only things I can remember."

"Before meeting you in person, I always thought you lived the same life as those men."

"How am I different from them?"

"To be honest, if those gentlemen were to live in the middle of nowhere like you, they would find it vulgar and boring, and it would be unwise to waste their precious time."

Upon hearing this, Blood Raven burst into laughter: "You also think I'm wasting my time living here? Ha! Ha! If I tell you why now, you'll know how pathetic I am."

"Pathetic? Are you kidding me? So many people would love to have your kind of power."

"My power? Ha! Ha! Ha! Have you ever had a happy dream? A dream of a beautiful castle or a dream of fine wine? Let me tell you, I haven't."

Blood Raven's smile gradually disappeared. He seemed like a very lonely person, but what Mia couldn't understand was why such a lonely person would do something like selling.

Blood Raven's physique is like that of a strongman in folklore; his amazing arms could surely lift a warhammer weighing a ton, and he could live a carefree life even without orc bodyguards.

But he never lived that kind of life. Even the boss of the trafficking gang had to hide in the snow and ice under an assumed name.

There must be something he couldn't say. Just as Mia was thinking this, Blood Raven suddenly stood up with an empty expression, showing the seriousness that should be expected of a person like him.

"What I said just now might have been a bit inappropriate. You probably haven't seen a talking polar bear before, have you?"

“I know what you are,” Billis blurted out. “You are a bear spirit, the chieftain of the legendary cursed race of dwarves.”

“My young friend, you are the most outstanding among these gentlemen. Everyone who has met me says I am a talking bear. How can a bear talk?”

"Because they lack that kind of common sense; they only care whether there are more or less gold coins in their wallets."

“You’re right. Now tell me why I want to live in the middle of nowhere.”

Billis didn't actually know that Blood Raven was a Bear Spirit. It was only after Lisa transmitted the relevant information about the Bear Spirit to the contact lens that Billis received the second set of information half a minute later.

When Billis saw this part, he was also greatly shocked.

"Because the Bear Spirits are a cursed race, Mr. Blood Raven, the catastrophe that occurred ten thousand years ago bound Hyperion and your souls together, inseparable. Once a Bear Spirit leaves Hyperion, its body can never return, and its soul will vanish."

"You're an encyclopedia! No wonder you're the most experienced sailors on the ocean. I regret not meeting you sooner."

"You flatter me, sir."

Blood Raven paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. His favorability toward these three people had clearly increased, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

Suddenly, he stopped and began to sniff around the office with his big nose.

Billis thought it was some special scent on him that had attracted the Blood Raven's attention, but no, the thing that was causing his nasal discomfort was right outside.

Apart from Blood Raven, none of the three of them could smell what that odor was.

To appear natural, Mia hoped that Billy would cooperate with her intimate gestures. The two agents would exchange glances from time to time, as if their love was about to reach its peak.

"Didn't you smell anything?" Blood Raven asked.

“No, sir,” Mia said. “Why didn’t you ask me why I came to see you?”

"Why ask? The people who come are just trying to give me gifts, or perhaps one of them has their eye on one of my collectibles."

Mia emptied the bundle of papers from the bracelet and spread them on the table.

This is a hastily drawn map. Flags represent protected areas for non-reincarnated individuals, crosses represent extremely dangerous areas, dotted lines represent safe routes, and solid lines enclose undeveloped territories.

Several places also use special symbols to indicate whether it rains frequently and whether it will cause natural disasters.

In short, this is a map of the Southern Continent that looks quite useful.

Blood Raven's eyes immediately fell on the map, every fold and wrinkle on it seemed to fall into his brain and heart, and his long silence proved that the gift was very pleasing.

"I'm not seeing things, am I? You're going to give it to me?"

Mia nodded.

"Who commissioned you to come?"

"Who do you think sent me?" Mia stared straight at Blood Raven, but ran her manicured nails across Billis's face as if she were asking Billis herself.

"Luke? Dorn? Or maybe Carolina?"

Mia smiled contentedly.

The three people Blood Raven mentioned were all members of parliament.

"You also know Carolina?" Mia asked.

"She is one of the few strong women in the world. I admire her spirit of advertising in the harsh desert. Transforming the environment is not something everyone can do."

"You can accept it anytime you want."

"How could I possibly accept that? It's completely equivalent to the collectibles you purchased."

"Carolina also hopes that you will accept this token of her appreciation."

Mia used a fake map to roll up the fake key to the savings bank and gave it to Blood Raven.

Blood Raven felt embarrassed to refuse, so he spread out the map again and used a magnifying glass to count the protected areas on it. There were exactly six protected areas, which matched what he knew.

In the future, these six protected areas may become six countries, and trying to do business in all six countries would likely be risky.

“They don’t know what they’re doing. If the Non-Reincarnated Persons Protection Act is passed, the conflict among us reincarnated persons will become even greater,” Blood Raven said, looking at the map.

Mia asked curiously, "Why?"

Blood Raven put down the magnifying glass, looked at everyone with tired eyes, and said, "Because of the uneven distribution of labor, it is well known that there are hundreds of races in the other world, and each race has a specific industry. This is completely different from what we have on Earth. On Earth, as long as humans learn humbly, they can engage in any industry. In Faan, specific races can only have specific industries. This phenomenon is very common."

“I understand. For example, dwarves are good at mining and forging, elves are good at magic and archery, wizards only know magic and not physical skills, undead rarely appear on the surface and cannot do surface work, and goblins seem to be plentiful, but due to intermarriage barriers, they will probably become extinct in a few years.”

“You’re absolutely right. Earthlings are using Earth’s ideology to transform Fa’an. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. However, the imbalance between populations and the shortage of labor will only worsen. In order to protect our own interests, it’s necessary to sacrifice those who are not reincarnated and make them work as laborers.”

"You mean, colonization?"

"To be precise, it was extraterrestrial colonization. In this way, the labor problem was solved, and at the same time, the desires of the rich were satisfied."

"Now I finally understand why Carolina was willing to give you this wonderful gift."

"However, a group led by Mandago is standing up to oppose me. Who do they think I'm doing this for? For my own wallet? Wrong! I'm considering things from the perspective of all reincarnated beings!"

Blood Raven suddenly became a famous critic, elevating his heinous deeds to a historical level.

But he should understand one thing: this is not colonization, it is slaughter.

He will face retribution from those who are not reincarnated sooner or later.

Just then, the orc chieftain returned to his office. He suddenly glared fiercely at Mia and Biris, then whispered a few words to Blood Raven.

Upon hearing this, Blood Raven's bear-like face instantly turned as terrifying as a wolf's.

“Someone found Captain Marcel lying in the stables outside the club. You’re not Marcel! You’re definitely not Montitt either!”