Chapter 347: A War Without Martial Ethics (Part 4)
Coulson stood up at some point and walked to the French window, staring at the Viscount's Mansion, with the corners of his mouth unconsciously pulled up.
Yang Tiao's viewing point was indeed excellent. Standing in the tea room on the top floor of this hotel, he could see the entire Viscount's Mansion.
Although he couldn't see the interior of the house, the part that he could see with his naked eyes was enough to make Coulson happy.
"If I had brought Mom into the inner city earlier, she should have seen this kind of scene as well." While feeling happy, Coulson thought with some regret in his heart.
The butler Bordeaux was very polite and considerate when his grandfather was alive, but he seemed like a different person after his grandfather passed away. When he came forward on behalf of his uncle to urge his family to move out of the Viscount's Mansion, Coulson still remembers his cold and distant attitude and the look in his eyes as if he was looking at garbage.
And now, this arrogant old man had been stripped of his butler uniform by the undead, had his hands and feet tied, and was thrown on the lawn in the garden in an undignified manner.
Butler Simon was once his father's personal valet. It was because he brought the man who claimed to be the manager of a shipping company to the house that Coulson was unprepared for the fact that his father owned shares in an unknown shipping company and easily signed the inheritance contract.
Now, this bastard who betrayed his deceased father was also tied up like a lamb to be slaughtered.
And...the uncle that Coulson couldn't let go of the most.
When his grandfather and father were alive, Coulson never thought that beneath his uncle's kind smile was hidden hatred for him... a deep hatred that he wished he would die and never existed.
When his family encountered difficulties, the first person Coulson thought of for help was his uncle. What could be more reliable than blood relatives?
It was not until he suffered a great loss that Coulson was forced to painfully accept the reality.
After that, it seemed as if the uncle was too lazy to pretend. Even if his nephew Coulson came to ask for an explanation, he couldn't see him at all.
Yes, Coulson is just a commoner, how could it be so easy for him to get an audience with the Viscount?
The Viscount Mansion where he grew up is no longer Coulson's home, and it is no longer a place Coulson can go whenever he wants; the once kind uncle has become an indifferent stranger, no longer a blood relative he can see whenever he wants.
This huge psychological gap brought about frustration and confusion, anger at being betrayed, powerlessness of not being able to take revenge, and depression of not being able to vent pain, which made Coulson feel breathless.
Until now, when he saw with his own eyes the lofty Viscount's Mansion being trampled upon by the undead, and his arrogant uncle being stripped of his gorgeous outer clothes by the undead, having his hands and feet tied up like pigs and sheep, and thrown casually in a corner of the courtyard, Coulson finally let out the resentment that had accumulated in his heart for years.
Qina noticed that her cousin's clenched fists were slowly loosening, and a smile appeared on her face.
Yang Qiu noticed the noble girl's reaction and said with a smile, "I thought the undead's slightly rude behavior would make you uncomfortable, Qina."
"No, Mr. Yang." Qina was stunned and bowed slightly. "I must thank you for your attention. I have the honor to sit here and watch this scene."
"Oh?" Yang Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I really don't know how to describe my feelings to you... I am very happy and excited." Qina said with difficulty controlling her excitement, "I am really happy, Mr. Yang."
Witnessing the Viscount's mansion being trampled by the undead, it was impossible for Qina to feel sympathy for her own kind - yes, she was indeed a female viscount, but the title of viscount had never made Qina feel safe. On the contrary, this title had always been a source of uneasiness for her.
She was not an outstanding person like Phoenix of the Odysseus family who could gain the trust of family members and obtain family resources. No one in the Darcy family, and even the nobles in the city of Innader, took her, a female duke, seriously. Everyone thought that she was just "keeping" the title temporarily.
Qina is used to being looked down upon, but that doesn't mean she likes this embarrassing situation.
The scene of the undead trampling on the Viscount's mansion made China feel particularly refreshed. She really wanted to let the Darcy family and those Innadelli nobles take a good look at this scene. She really wanted to say loudly to those people - see, the title that you thought symbolized everything is worthless!
"It's okay, I understand." Yang Qiu nodded with a smile.
Human beings are social creatures, and their self-positioning needs to be anchored by gaining recognition from others.
If humans cannot find recognition as an anchor within a group, they will naturally seek another place where they can recognize the value of their existence.
In other words… within the aristocracy, those individuals who cannot be recognized by the mainstream views of the traditional aristocracy, when they find that someone has raised the banner of opposing the traditional aristocracy, are often more motivated to stand with them than the common people who have nothing…
This kind of person who relies on the mentality of taking sides is naturally not as pure as an idealist like Charlie Rex, but this is not important at all - as I said, Yang Qiu doesn't care at all about the quality of the people who gather on his side.
Whether it was China Darcy or Coulson O'Neill, they both chose to stand against the traditional aristocracy. Was this tendency really for the purpose of "speaking for the people"? Yang Qiu knew it was not the case.
Even among the talents trained by the national team, few of them really join in with the ideal of changing the world.
But it doesn't matter.
There are only a few morally perfect people in the five thousand years of Chinese history, but people who can accomplish things and accomplish great things are as rare as a nobleman crossing the river!
For Yang Qiu, anyone who can do things, accomplish things and abide by the rules is a useful person. He doesn't care about purity or impurity!
In Yang Qiu's view, China Darcy, who had no choice but to join the Innadri regime because she was not accepted by the traditional aristocracy, was a useful person.
When Yang Qiu smiled and nodded at Qina, what he was thinking was: "Rex and Phoenix just need a few competitors."
Charlie Rex is a man after all, and men will change after they have their own family and their own descendants; he is likely to deviate towards a less pure path, he is likely to no longer do things out of passion, he is likely to develop selfish desires for the sake of his descendants that cannot be told to outsiders - it is too common for men to lose their integrity in their later years.
Phoenix, after all, is the heiress of a large family, and her stance naturally tends to favor hereditary rule.
No matter who is placed in the position of King of the Rhine, there will be hidden dangers.
To eliminate hidden dangers, one cannot rely solely on personal moral integrity... Yang Qiu must prepare in advance.
China Darcy still couldn't understand the meaning of her choice. Unable to contain her excitement, she stood up from her chair and walked to the window like Coulson, looking down at the "grand occasion" below with relish.
There are currently tens of thousands of players online and actively participating in the dynamic battlefield; this number is still increasing, and newly formed teams are constantly being teleported from Exile Town.
What is different from the past is that... in this "large-scale battlefield", the participating players did not form large groups of thousands or even tens of thousands of people; in addition to the old teams of Qin Guan and Lahongge, there were also many large and small teams.
The reason is simple: there are too many people and it is difficult to lead the team.
Since the third test players entered the game, not all of them are willing to follow the old players. Many ambitious newbies have set up their own blood alliances and formed their own teams.
When Qin Guan's blood alliance group was happily looting the Viscount's Mansion, several groups of players passed by the gate of the Viscount's Mansion one after another.
These belated newbie teams drooled enviously at the old players who were looting in the Viscount's Mansion, but wisely did not go up to PK to grab resources... No matter how arrogant the newbies are, they still have brains, and the old players with an average level of three are not something that newbies at level one or two can challenge at all.
The veteran players who formed a team the fastest took the lead and occupied a plate full of meat, but with such a large battlefield and plenty of "red-name monsters", there was no need to fight to the death with the veteran players.
The first player from the third test, Blood Alliance, who passed by the gate of the Viscount's Mansion, walked forward excitedly for a few dozen meters and found the location of the next batch of "red-name monsters" - the Tax Commissioner of the City Hall.
There was no need for any pre-war mobilization, the newbies rushed in cheering...
The same situation also occurred in the Market Department, the Municipal Police Department, the National Guard Headquarters, the Municipal Prison, the City Hall, and so on...
The center blossomed and more blossomed. In less than 20 minutes since the undead army launched its attack, the central area of Dutata City was paralyzed...
When the lord's mansion was flooded by the undead, several noble families of Dutata City who lived on the central avenue also fell into panic.
No one was willing to send out private soldiers to rescue Count Ezekiel at this time. Almost all families closed their doors, waited for battle, and anxiously watched the streets.
Fortunately, the undead that appeared on the Central Avenue did not attack the nobles' mansions as recklessly as people imagined; when the lord's mansion was hit and destroyed, the undead passing by on the street ignored the nervous nobles of other families and rushed towards the northern section of the Central Avenue with a clear goal.
Seeing large groups of undead running past their front doors without blinking, several noble families living on the central avenue breathed a sigh of relief.
Before these nobles who built their houses on the commercial street could feel at ease, the male servants who were observing the situation outside brought back bad news - the densely packed clubs, adult clubs, casinos, escort grounds, and striptease shows on the northern section of the Central Avenue were being attacked by the undead!
Upon learning of this situation, countless nobles almost fainted on the spot.
The industries in the northern section of the Central Avenue, close to the port area, are a den of money-spending open to the merchant ships and merchants passing by!
At least half of the income of the local noble families depends on that area!
In the middle of Central Avenue, at the Bounty Hunters Association located on the upper floor of the shipping company, the branch president and two bounty hunters from Nosk stood in front of the window for nearly half an hour. After confirming that these undead that airdropped into the central city were only attacking the targets declared by Innadri, rather than indiscriminately attacking the locals, they breathed a sigh of relief to varying degrees.
The branch president recovered and remained calm as he told the two guests, "As I said, Lord Inadli's undead are not as dangerous as their ferocious appearance. They know how to abide by the rules of human society. You two have seen that they have never attacked innocent passers-by."
It’s not that the branch president is willing to speak well of these Tarantan undead. He really wants to take over the business brought by the two Nosk hunters, and he needs a relatively stable environment - at least not worse than the city of Dutata ruled by the Ezekiel family.
Well, the Ezekiel family is already a thing of the past in the mind of the branch president... After witnessing Count Ezekiel being peeled in half, his hands and feet tied, carried out by the undead, and thrown into the courtyard of the lord's mansion, the branch president really couldn't believe that this guy could continue to rule the Adler Territory.
The two Nosk hunters looked at each other and nodded in disapproval.
Before the branch president could continue to persuade the two men to keep the "big business", a hunter hurried in and reported the chaotic situation in the northern section of Central Avenue in a panic.
Branch President: “…”
The branch president said in astonishment: "Those undead souls know how to distinguish between clubs and clubs?!"
There are also many clubs and clubs on this road closer to the city center. Not long ago, when the group of undead passed by downstairs, they didn't even glance at these clubs and clubs doing legitimate business.
The hunter who brought back the news was also confused: "I can't explain it clearly. I just followed those undead and found that they can even find small casinos hidden in ordinary houses!"
The branch president was silent for a while, then turned around and said to the two guests with forced calmness, "Obviously, my description just now is not appropriate enough... These Tarantan undead understand human society better than we thought."
Players certainly don't have the patience or observation skills to distinguish between membership clubs that do serious business and clubs that provide special services.
Who the players will attack and what places they will loot depends entirely on how the identification technique marks them.
As for why this identification technique is so smart... Yang Qiu didn't stay in Dutata City for the past few days in vain.
