Chapter 33

The next day, after waking up, Sigma did not immediately open his eyes. He first used his mental power to scan the surroundings, then wrapped himself in the blanket, rolling to the floor like a caterpillar, wriggling to the corner, and slowly poking his head out.

After discovering no abnormalities, he remembered that this was the Academy of Nature, not the howling and wailing Atlas, and it seemed that Luluwei was not so dedicated as to scare him half to death every day here.

He pursed his lips, sat up from the floor, and threw the blanket back onto the bed.

He had already found out that Luluwei had not returned from visiting a friend, truly an unreliable nanny. When he didn’t need her, she would appear in every corner of his life in all kinds of ruthless postures, scaring him to the point of trembling and aching, but now, when he needed someone to consult about the half-orcs, she was nowhere to be found.

"However, to be fair..." Sigma stroked his chin, pondering, "Luluwei may look young and beautiful, but her actual age is a mystery, and she can be categorized as one of the old ones. These old folks are less stubborn and more cunning. If she were here, she might not allow me to meddle in the half-orcs' affairs. Yes, it’s very likely, because this woman is a very rule-bound, serious, and rigid old lady. Hey, there’s actually an old lady who looks only seventeen, what a rare oddity..."

He muttered to himself, then nervously looked around, fearing that a jade hand might suddenly stretch out from a crack in the void and roll his head on the floor. But after a while, there was no movement, and he sighed in relief, yet felt disappointed, muttering, "She’s not hiding, she really went to visit a friend..."

"So, I have to deal with it myself?" Sigma sighed lightly, looking around. The only person in this academy he could trust and team up with was the unreliable Biefeng, which was truly a sad thing.

He couldn’t rely on the druids, as they would easily leak information. The necromancers in the inspection team shouldn’t be involved too deeply, for one, their relationship wasn’t that close, and secondly, their combat power was like trash compared to the entire Academy of Nature. If a fierce conflict really broke out, Sigma might be able to escape due to his special status, but those relatively ordinary necromancers would really die, and no one would show mercy...

Thinking of this, Sigma felt a headache and a sense of helplessness and powerlessness. He was just a novice necromancer who hadn’t fully converted his talent into strength, yet he was foolishly challenging the Academy of Nature, which was on par with Atlas. After the chaos in the half-orc valley, he himself felt a bit aching. But his father said that those who bravely pursue freedom are the bravest warriors, and he had made a promise to help them. He decided to fulfill it— if the half-orcs dared to resist their unjust fate, he would assist them wholeheartedly, but if they decided to continue being observed livestock, then he was sorry, the Washington family had no fools, and they didn’t owe each other. Sigma didn’t need to fight for a group of dazed pigs and dogs.

"Biefeng, are you awake?" After getting drunk last night, Biefeng didn’t want to walk far back to the dormitory and insisted on staying here. Not only that, he insisted on sleeping in the bedroom, squeezing onto the same bed with Sigma, but was beaten unconscious by the bristling necromancer and thrown onto the sofa in the living room. He was probably still drunk from last night, as he had drunk quite a bit.

Sigma kicked open the bedroom door, walked into the living room, and shouted, "Get up, get dressed, and go eat breakfast. After breakfast, you continue to do the ideological work. The old minotaur is stubborn, so you need to take the mass line to undermine him..."

His voice trailed off because there was no one on the sofa, and on the coffee table were two letters. Sigma knew something was wrong and rushed over to pick up the envelopes. The first letter was addressed to "His Highness Sigma," and the second to "Elisa." He opened the letter addressed to him and read it quickly.

"His Highness Sigma, I thought about it all night and ultimately cannot believe that my beloved academy would do such a desecration of life. I think this might be a mistake made by one or a few teachers who momentarily lost their way... Only the Druid Academy can perform such forbidden fusions of different life forms, but this does not mean that all druids agree with this path that violates nature and desecrates life."

"However, I cannot seek help from the teachers. The academy feels so unfamiliar at this moment. I do not want to involve my friends in this matter, nor do I dare to seek help from the academy administration. I do not know if the masters are tacitly allowing or even supporting this terrible experiment. Although I believe in their character and integrity, I dare not risk leaking information. After all, killing and silencing thousands of half-orcs is not a difficult task for the masters."

"Your Highness, I am not as brave and decisive as you, nor as brilliant. I am just an unreliable druid, but I can be sure of one thing: you fall short of me in this regard. Your proposal to the half-orcs is indeed for their freedom and future, but to you, they are just a bit better than strangers. Your suggestions and proposals are more like pity and charity, not genuine help. You are standing in a safe place, throwing a rope to someone at the bottom of a cliff surrounded by beasts. I am different. Although I do not have your power and resources, I am willing to be by their side and face all difficulties with them, because I have already considered them my family. Although we look different, have different eye colors, and come from different backgrounds, we all cry, laugh, grieve for dead friends, and celebrate new life. The half-orcs have their own souls and emotions. Even if they are mass-produced biological products from the lab, they are already sentient beings, and I am willing to fight for them..."

"Yes, I am willing to fight for them, whether they dare to resist or not. They are ordinary and innocent lives, without grand ideals or righteous beliefs. Whether they are called foolish and timid or short-sighted and mediocre, all lives have the right to exist. I am willing to tolerate their cowardice, endure their short-sightedness, and love and protect every life equally. This is the creed of us druids..."

"I am going to find the mastermind behind all this. This is all I can do. Since we are both druids, there is a possibility of persuading them. At the very least, I will fight for the half-orcs to be recognized as a free race rather than biological weapons... I will confront the master leading the experiment—I am prepared. If I meet with misfortune, the letters I have prepared will be sent throughout Florence, the natural kingdom, and the entire Nolen continent, revealing everything about the half-orcs. This is my biggest trump card."

"So, if I die, please, Your Highness, do your best to save the half-orcs. I know this is a shameless request, but you are the only one I can trust. Please also deliver the other letter to Elisa and ask her to forget me."

"Half-orcs, Biefeng."

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