Yarra’s Adventure Notes -
Chapter 918 - 35: The Light that Tears Through the Night Sky
Chapter 918: Chapter 35: The Light that Tears Through the Night Sky
"This field was built by me twenty years ago," the Old Marquis’s voice was deep, like telling a bedtime story. It was already late, but nobody was thinking of resting. Snape directed the servants to move tables and chairs to the courtyard outside the house. Everyone sat surrounded by the night, basking in the brilliance of the triple moons, feeling the pleasant cool breeze of early summer on their faces, which was quite more interesting than sitting inside the house. Not far away, the scorpion-tailed lion Dillie lay by the man-made lake, occasionally reaching its paw into the lake to disturb the fish that had not yet fallen asleep. Maya and Tiya, the two girls, seemed to have endless energy as they chased each other flying over the center of the lake. Catherine sat close to the elderly man. In the knight girl’s memory, it seemed that since her father died and she took over the family’s debts and responsibilities, she had never again sat down to chat with Snape like this. Looking back now, having ignored the old man’s expectations and desires for her own convictions might really have been a cruel thing.
However, the old man clearly didn’t mind the past, or perhaps, the possibility of soon losing this granddaughter, who was not related by blood, had made him completely forget the past. As long as Catherine could snuggle up to him like when she was a child, the old man was very satisfied. The Old Marquis leaned back in the recliner, taking the fruit that the knight girl had peeled for him and placing it in his mouth. For an old man who had countless servants and never needed to lift a finger, with people ready to serve him at a glance, the fruit handed to him by Catherine tasted exceptionally sweet. Swallowing the fruit, each wrinkle on Snape’s face seemed to smile as he continued, "Before this, I was not qualified either. That’s how the Neville Federation is; if my status is not enough, no matter if I were the richest man in the world, even if my wealth exceeded the combined wealth of two or three ducal families, I still would not qualify to enter the top circles. Rushing into it would only lead to rejection, hostility, and ridicule."
"Tonight, I have heard Master Pannis mention issues of identity and status many times," Catherine glanced at Pannis, who was sitting a few meters away, occasionally picking up small stones to throw at the Winged twins fluttering in the air, and asked softly, "From his words, can I feel that Neville places special emphasis on identity and status?"
"It’s not just special emphasis—it’s everything," Marquis Snape sighed and said, "People think that within the Federation, wealth is the standard that measures everything. True, that’s the appearance, but it’s not entirely accurate. In the Federation, the amount of one’s wealth often represents one’s social standing. It appears that everything is measured by wealth, but actually, everything is measured by identity and status. If your status is insufficient, you will always be a lower-class person, always bowing your head in front of upper-class individuals, and that is something that can never be changed. Perhaps you have seen it, two people being in the same place, but the way they treat each other can be very different—that’s the reason."
"But what does this have to do with these people’s lives every night?" Freya asked, puzzled, "Even if there is a cliff-like gap in their identity and status, it doesn’t justify such decadence and indulgence."
"Sleepless City is a city full of opportunities, and Neville is a country full of opportunities. In the major cities of this country, as long as one is capable of working, it’s almost impossible to starve to death; one might even save a considerable amount," Pannis threw another stone, but this time it was met with a goose egg-sized rock whistling through the air toward him, frightening him into ducking to avoid the rock’s impact and shaking his fist threateningly at the twin girls in the sky before turning back and saying, "But, this is also a country without any opportunities. In this country, no matter how hard most people try, all they can gain is monetary income. Beyond that, there is nothing. They struggle all their lives, no matter how hard they try, most people still cannot cross the boundaries of status and are always struggling within the lowest class."
"Master Pannis is right, aside from money, effort yields no other rewards," Snape agreed, "They can’t find a sense of belonging or any room for advancement. Their paths ahead are completely blocked, and they struggle throughout their lives just to make money, more and more money. Making money has become their only motivation. In this situation, what else can they do aside from indulging themselves with alcohol and sex to numb their senses?"
"Then why don’t they leave?" Catherine asked, puzzled, "Leaving this city, or even leaving the entire Neville, wouldn’t that solve all the problems? Why do they insist on staying here?"
"No way around it, those who have grown accustomed here can never leave again. Anyone who has lived here for a few years would not bear to part with the high income and convenient business environment, nor the luxurious indulgences," Pannis explained, "Eventually, apart from the income they earn, they lose all their ideals. Everything they see becomes filled with money and pleasure; they no longer consider issues of status or identity, all they need to do is indulge, indulge recklessly.
"So, you brought me here to see all this?" Catherine asked with a smirk, cocking her head at Pannis, "To show me what happens when people are drowned in money up to their throats and lose their ideals and ambitions? To serve as a warning, so I don’t make similar mistakes?"
"Hahaha, exactly, exactly, you guessed right," Pannis, momentarily stunned, proudly placed his hands on his hips and burst into a silly laugh, "That’s the reason, it’s definitely not because I wanted to sneak out for a night stroll and dragged you along, hahaha."
"So dumb," Catherine flirtatiously rolled her eyes at Pannis. Just as she was about to say something, she felt Vivian tugging at the hem of her clothes. Turning around, she saw the mage girl’s worried expression and heard her say, "I think Ava is acting a bit strange."
"What happened?" Catherine and Pannis together turned their puzzled gazes towards Ava, who always had a placid expression. They noticed her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and most terrifyingly, her forehead had an eye that had always been closed, now slowly opening; a destructive power was brewing within the slowly opening eye, appearing ready to erupt at any moment.
"This is bad." Catherine slapped her forehead and cried out in desperation, "Pannis."
Pannis clapped the Old Marquis on the shoulder, activated his Inherent Psychic Domain, and he along with everyone around him vanished on the spot, leaving only a curiously looking Winged people’s twins and the scorpion-tailed lion Dillie nearby. The next instant, a beam several meters thick burst upward from Ava’s eye, the light tearing through the night sky like the break of dawn. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
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