Chapter 31

As the night slowly descended, it was around seven o'clock. Sigma put down a vial of successfully refined potion, glanced at the magic clock, stretched lazily, and walked out of the laboratory.

He took a bottle of chilled fruit drink from the ice box in the food cabinet, gulped it down, and the cool, refreshing liquid flowed down his esophagus into his stomach, instantly spreading a cool sensation throughout his body, invigorating his spirit.

He looked at the sky, patted his slightly rumbling stomach, and wanted to go out for a walk to clear his mind and try the lavish and abundant cuisine of the Natural Academy's cafeteria. However, halfway there, he saw someone he shouldn't have.

Biefeng was hiding behind a tree, wriggling around, half-hidden, and seemed to be spying on something.

Sigma couldn't help but feel angry: I've been busy in the lab all day, almost to the point of exhaustion, and you, who have a decade-long friendship with the half-orcs, just stand aside and have time to fool around here?

He took two steps in three and rushed over, shouting, "What are you doing?"

Biefeng was startled. When he turned around and saw it was Sigma, he put his index finger to his lips and shushed him, then dragged the confused Sigma over and whispered, "Elisa came back to school this afternoon, and I'm waiting for her here..."

...Waiting for a girl? Behind a tree? Do you think you're playing "LovePlus 2"? This is clearly "Stalking 3."

Sigma was very annoyed with the druid who was still thinking about flirting with girls at such a critical moment: "Did you make plans? At this time, you're still making plans with her? Don't you know..."

"No, I didn't make plans with Elisa. She probably still doesn't want to see me," Biefeng said softly. "But I know she will pass this way, so I waited here to see if she's still sad..."

"...How do you know?"

"Of course I know. Elisa's life is very regular. She always gets up at seven in the morning, likes to do morning exercises in the garden in her pajamas while brushing her teeth, and it's very cute. After washing up, around half past seven, she starts making breakfast, which is always wheat bread and fried eggs. I wonder how much she likes this food. After eating, if she has classes in the morning, she leaves at ten to eight, always takes the wisteria path to the teaching area, and always arrives at the classroom at ten past eight, when it's usually empty. She likes to sit in the middle of the fifth row, saying it's her lucky spot. She usually doesn't go back to the dorm for lunch but goes to the second floor of the No. 9 cafeteria to eat a plate of braised pork with rice. Her constitution that never gains weight is really envied by other girls. If she has classes in the afternoon, she will take a nap on the second bench from the entrance in the Purple Rose Park..."

"Stop, stop, stop... No, I mean, stop talking about your creepy stalking. I didn't realize you're not only a beast lover but also a close relative of trash..."

"Hey, that's a great comeback. The prince has been gloomy all day, and now he finally has the same sharp tongue that made me want to hang myself a few days ago." Biefeng turned around, showing a very annoying smile, then he seemed to notice something, turned back, and whispered, "Look, Elisa is here."

From a distance, Sigma saw Elisa, who was bouncing along, her golden hair tied in a lively ponytail, her face young and cute, but her figure was somewhat disappointing, no wonder she didn't have much presence.

Biefeng looked at Elisa tenderly and whispered, "After we solve the half-orc problem, I'll take her back to my hometown and get married..."

...Hey, hey, hey, is this kind of talk okay!?

Watching Elisa disappear at the end of the path without noticing anything, Biefeng turned around, leaned against the tree, and looked at Sigma, smiling, "Today I went to see the Great Elder, but I couldn't convince him. The Great Elder is unwilling to risk the lives of the clan members... I understand the prince's thoughts, but I also understand the Great Elder's difficulties. He is the elder of us all, treating us like his children. Who in this world would be willing to send their children to almost certain death?"

"So you're giving up?" Sigma's face turned indifferent. "Then let's end it here. Consider it my meddling, and don't mention this matter again."

Biefeng shook his head, "Please, allow me to ask, why is the prince so enthusiastic? I don't mean to doubt, but I feel that the prince has a unique and different commitment to freedom. Could you explain it to me?"

Sigma hesitated for a moment and then answered, "Probably due to the education I received from a young age. From the time I understood things, my father taught me that the weak don't even have the right to choose how they die; they can only beg for the mercy of the strong. I asked him what the weak were, and he said they were those who willingly accept weakness, who don't know how to resist and strive."

"He told me that the more people he knew, the more he liked dogs, and the only thing he liked more than dogs was orcs," Sigma said slowly. "The Washington family has connections in the northern border, and the uncles, aunts, and cousins in the family have almost all been there. The most memorable thing about the north is undoubtedly the roar of the orcs. Those who haven't truly heard that roar can't understand the vast and震撼ing feeling. They almost never stop roaring, whether they are charging, drinking, fleeing, or robbing... But my uncles and cousins all agreed that the most震撼ing orc roar is when an orc realizes he has been captured and enslaved."

"Even though I haven't seen this scene, their descriptions still make me shudder," Sigma said solemnly. "They said that when an orc realizes he has been deprived of his freedom and has become a slave, he goes into a frenzy. Using his teeth, fingers, and entire body, he struggles and bites and collides with the chains and cages, trying to tear apart everything in his sight. They will try every means to escape, resist, and even die with their captors. Even if they are tightly bound with thick iron chains, they will not stop their blood rage. They will continue to struggle and roar until their skin is torn, their bones are crushed, and their vocal cords are broken, until they die from exhaustion... As if at that moment, regaining freedom is the sole meaning of their lives."

"More terrifying is that this behavior is not based on individual honor and dignity but is a common trait of the entire race. The Pan-Continental Commercial Alliance spent fifty years and countless resources to conclude that this race cannot be enslaved. Whether it's a strong adult orc, a weak and injured orc, a male or female orc, or even a young orc child, even if they are taken away and raised from birth, once they realize they are in a state of slavery, they will burn their lives and souls in resistance, at any cost, even if the result is death." Sigma sighed, "For fifty years, the Commercial Alliance hired a large number of mercenaries to capture orcs, invited countless experienced slave trainers and even spellcasters to conduct taming experiments, and the orcs used fifty years to show, through bloody resistance and unwavering determination, that no one can enslave them while they are alive, even if they have only one breath left..."

"You don't know, but our Washington family also faced oppression and bullying, and we bet everything we had, our entire family's wealth and territory, to get a place in the western expansion, plunging into the chaotic west with dozens of family warriors. We have been defeated and bullied, but we have never bowed our heads. Because our ancestors said that once you bow your head, the second time is easier, and when you get used to bowing, your bones will break, and even if you are successful, your bones will still be broken... So, the Washington family likes the orc race, admiring their never-give-up spirit—so the Washington family usually looks down on slaves. Those who enslave others deserve to die, and those who are obediently enslaved deserve their fate. Those who don't know how to resist are inferior, though it may sound extreme, the Washington family, who never bows, has the right to say this."

Sigma looked at the silent Biefeng and said coldly, "We all understand that only through the fire of sacrifice can the soul regain its freedom. The orcs, created by the Father God, can strive so hard to win respect and freedom for their entire race, while the half-orcs, created by human experiments, what kind of mindset do they have to think that freedom comes without any cost, that it is their due?"

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