Chapter 8 The Era of Ordinary People

  "Sorry, I'm unable to answer your second question because I only have one-eighth of the spiritual bloodline and both of my parents are no longer in this world."

  Ma Long replied as such.

  To put it in simpler terms, Malong had no idea about the specific origin of the Spiritual Bloodline in his veins - as a transmigrator, he didn't have the interest to figure it out clearly.

  The slender man who had been sitting upright slightly furrowed his brow, this was obviously not the answer he wanted to hear.

  It's okay, Ma Long continued: "As for the first question, a pastor who was once a god of learning and thinking had set up a free academy on my street for several years."

  This answer comes from the memories left by Marlon-Estel, in this different world where the national education system advocated by the country has just sprouted, and the dominant ones are still gods like "God of Knowledge and Thinking" or priest-like gods, schools that open all over the world for free.

  This world is ultimately a world where gods truly exist.

  Even if the war of the gods thousands of years ago caused the downfall of most of the gods, and the subsequent rise of humans' fervent faith in the gods was greatly reduced, making the remaining gods now far less glorious and majestic than they were in the dark ages before humans became civilized, their influence on the mortal world is still visible everywhere.

  That's right, the 30,000-year era of swords and magic was called the "Dark Ages" by the ordinary people of this world, and correspondingly, it was the era from 4,200 years ago when the magic crystal steam engine was invented... This is the Bright Age.

  At the thought of this, Ma Long's mouth involuntarily twitched downwards. He felt that just the numbers "30,000 years" and "4,200 years", which could make mortals with short lifespans undergo nearly 10,000 cycles of life and death, were enough to make people feel how difficult it was for civilization to advance in a world where gods truly existed.

  Of course, Ma Long's mind immediately shifted back to "now".

  Fortunately, I wasn't transported to a dark age of swords and magic.

  "You seem to be thinking of something interesting?"

  The voice of the spirit man who had been sitting upright all along sounded again.

  Although it was just a soft whisper, the voice of the elf man seemed to contain a magical power that drove the dragon to answer truthfully.

  "This magic made Malong's gaze fall back on the elf man, and he replied unconsciously: 'Oh, I just feel a little lucky, lucky to have come to this bright era.'"

  After saying that, Ma Long shook his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he was puzzled as to why he almost said everything so simply.

  Due to his bewilderment, Ma Long did not notice that the elegant and refined elf man sitting opposite him had a look of extreme surprise in his eyes for a fleeting moment.

  "For mortals, this is indeed the best of times compared to the Dark Ages." The sprite man, who had been sitting upright, slowly stood up and made a bowing gesture towards Marlon: "Come try this pot of Olsen's milk tea, at least I think it tastes pretty good. Then we can chat casually about anything?"

  Originally, there was only one chair in the treehouse where the elf man sat, but just as he raised his hand to invite Marlon, two luxurious high-backed chairs with intricate gold edges and elegant elven style appeared out of thin air.

  This might be the power of magic, or perhaps he used a legendary storage bag, Malong couldn't help but stare at the elf man's hand for a moment, but didn't see anything unscientific.

  "Don't worry about outside, those bank robbers - they can't get in here."

  The elf magician smiled and said, his tone was light but full of absolute certainty.

  Ma Long hesitated for a moment, then helped up the cow-headed boy Aister who had finally caught his breath, walked to the table and sat down.

  At this time, the elf man had already poured two cups of Olsen milk tea that was twice as fragrant and thick.

  "You're a high-ranking... magician, right?"

  The warm milk tea emitted a tempting aroma, but Malong didn't go to drink it and instead asked.

  Knock, knock!

  That enticing aroma made the Minotaur youth, Ayster, finish his cup in two gulps. After drinking it all, he even licked his lips with a lingering attachment.

  Unfortunately, the elf man had no intention of refilling Ayster's cup again.

  Ma Long turned his head, looked at the cow-headed man with some confusion, and found that the young cow-headed man was constantly winking at him with his round and shiny cow eyes.

  Is there something you want to imply?

  Ma Long thought so, but he couldn't tell what the Cow Head Boy wanted to imply to him from his rough and not rich enough facial expression.

  "Yes and no."

  At this time, the spirit magician who had not reported his own name from the beginning to now slightly tilted his head and sat down again lightly and silently.

  "Why ask this?"

  The sprite mage continued to ask, seemingly very interested in Marlon's reason for asking.

  "I think you should be able to easily take care of the bandits below, they are using large-caliber high-powered military steam guns that can easily harm innocent people."

  Ma Long thought for a moment and then answered truthfully. After ensuring his own safety, he still wanted to help the people outside.

  The reason why Ma Long made this judgment is actually very simple - this mysterious elf man, who is in this tree house full of all kinds of precious objects, has no guards around him, so his own strength must be absolutely strong!

  "Innocent? Ha..." The elf man smiled slightly, and again elegantly picked up the teacup beside him, took a light sip, and looked at Malong, asking: "Young man, Rusomes King, have you ever heard of this name?"

  Ma Long shook his head.

  "Rusomes King, he was enthroned as Emperor in 2943 of the Dark Age by the nobles and national priests of Oshan. At the time of his accession to the throne, almost all citizens of the Oshan Empire welcomed his rule with unparalleled enthusiasm, because before his coronation he was a victorious general who had been fighting everywhere and bringing back rich spoils of war and imperial glory."

  At this point, the garrulous spirit man put down the high-waisted ceramic cup with still one-third of the milk tea left, and then continued in a tone full of sarcasm: "Then, this Rhusomus king who was expected to ascend to the throne, after ascending to the throne, used only seventeen years to completely destroy the once prosperous Oshan Empire. Almost all those who had once supported him were killed because of his crazy behavior. The Rhusomus king, who was driven to madness, even set off a raging fire that burned the magnificent capital city of Jinque, Golden Flower City, into ashes... Young man, what innocent people are there in this story?

  Ma Long's face showed a slightly stunned expression, as he thought of the Gallic Emperor who left behind the famous saying "After I die, let the floodwaters overflow".

  "So if there are murderers who murder, then everyone in the world is an accomplice, so no one deserves sympathy and no one is innocent... isn't that right?"

  And then the elf mage said slowly, and he quietly looked at Malon, as if expecting Malon to open his mouth to refute.

  "That's not right!"

  In the expectant gaze of the elf man, Ma Long furrowed his brow and said these two words resolutely.

  Ma Long is ultimately not a child, but an adult with his own worldview.

  "That's right, in this world, there are no absolutely good people, nor are there any absolutely evil ones, only countless ordinary people wandering between good and evil."

  "Since we are all ordinary people... who can guarantee that they won't make mistakes? Won't unintentionally become an accomplice to a murderer? But think about it from another angle, aren't there many things that could have happened, more brutal and bloody than those historical events, but didn't because of the influence of these ordinary people, and thus didn't reveal their cruel side? So in this case, how can we say that those people outside are not innocent?"

  It was probably due to the excitement of the debate that Ma Long stretched out his hand and pulled down his tight collar before continuing to expound on his differing views.

  "So, even if one is a deity, they shouldn't ignore or abandon mortals due to the limitations of their thoughts. Isn't it better for ignorant and erring mortals to correct themselves through education rather than being left to their own devices?"

  "In my view, it is precisely because of the continuous correction of mistakes under the leadership of a few wise men that the ordinary people in this world have stepped out of the dark ages and into this bright era..."

  Alright, even Ma Long himself felt he was a bit off-topic.

  This made Ma Long finally subconsciously produce a sense of vigilance... Why did I, without being able to help myself, almost unreservedly express my thoughts and views like this?

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