Chapter 277
No matter which region or race, the custom will inevitably contain such content as respect for the ancestors, and express it in some form.
Often the higher the status, the more noble the person can reflect this custom.
Because your elders are often the ones who laid the foundation of this family business, even if you don’t talk about the family, you don’t respect your ancestors, and the seniors who have worked hard with him all the way and their descendants will naturally It will treat you as a person who does not know how to be grateful, and then become detached from morality.
Of course, there must be strongmen who rely on their own hands to create a career, but at this time even if his ancestors were poor, their conduct was only average, and even not even average, they should still be respected. Etiquette has to be more in place than others.
There is no other reason, if you don’t do it much, how can you show the improvement of a person’s self-cultivation after becoming famous?
Wesley Tate, a man who could even use the resting place of his ancestors to cover up his crimes.
I really can’t expect much of his humanity left.
The fact, however, fiercely “fanned” Donald’s face.
Going to the basement of the altar hall through the upper organ, and opening many secret doors, the entire group finally came to the “farm” that Anthony had been looking for for many years.
It should be said that it is an underground greenhouse.
The area is no more than 30 square meters. Donald glanced at it roughly. Basically, every two square meters is divided into an independent block.
It is surrounded by mechanical walls, and the top is loaded with A small solar thermal device, no automatic sprinkler, just a transparent plastic pipe laid in the soil.
The vegetables here do not need sunlight, and they grow in a different way from the plants outside. Even these vegetables themselves are not ordinary vegetables, but are cultivated from modified seeds.
Not only that, but at the top of each block there are some devices similar to the drips that Donald has seen in his previous life, speaking from a certain perspective… This is also a drip, some unknown The liquid circulated through the thin dredging tube and finally flowed through the pinhole into the pale arms that were tied to the side of the block.
The soil layer is not level, because there are bumps of different heights in the middle. Donald looked at the exposed heads. Most of them were young men and women. With expressions on their faces, they seemed to be asleep, lying in the soil bed.
Maybe it was a sweet dream, because flowers suddenly bloomed on my body.
Maybe a nightmare, because those “flowers” feed on their bodies.
“I thought he didn’t have much humanity left, so…how can this guy be called a person?”
Donald looked at the scene in front of him , Some didn’t know what to say, he felt that his heart was cold enough, but the scene in front of him still made him feel extremely disgusting.
There has never been a plant that can make him so disgusted, and he can’t wait to burn the place down immediately, not even the slag is left.
“Oh, Mr. Wesley Tate is really a budget-conscious person. He has a good idea. No living person has been found, and his fingers can also be ground up to use as fertilizer…
” It’s disgusting!!”
Anthony’s mood started to feel a little wrong from the bottom to here, at this moment he was standing in front of some storage cabinets near the iron door, holding a metal bottle in his hand, his mouth was strange laugh.
Donald looked over and saw the label on the metal bottle: Mathil Tate.
“Who is this, is he crazy? Using his own daughter as fertilizer?”
Seeing Wesley Tate refreshing himself over and over again, how disgusting can he be for humans? To what extent the lower limit, Donald felt that this was simply challenging his own three views.
“Matilda Tate, not Wesley Tate’s daughter, that’s probably his wife, just getting younger this way.”
Anthony placed the jar in the most prominent position, pointed to the scroll in his pocket, turned back to Donald, and continued,
“Wesley Tate never had a daughter, Mathiere ·Tate is considered by the outside world to be an illegitimate daughter, because her appearance is extremely abrupt, and no one knew of her existence in advance. As a chef, I have participated in many rich and aristocratic cocktail parties and took the opportunity to ask questions Servant, no one knows where Wesley Tate’s daughter once lived, and no one even saw her in the manor before she first appeared at Wesley Tate’s party, and more importantly After Mathil Tate appeared, her titular mother disappeared.”
“Does that have anything to do with Wesley Tate doing this?”
Pointing to the metal bottle on the cabinet, Donald looked back towards Gerald Parker.
The latter leaned against the cabinet, his senses recovered slightly, and glanced at the two of them.
“You underestimate the human body farm… How could the method that can be recorded on the special ancient scroll be just something to satisfy the perverted desire… Mathil ·Tate has a special innate talent, she can convert all human flesh and blood energy into her own life energy… Born with it, she kept herself young by eating people after awakening, and even To become more beautiful… The most important thing is that there are no side effects, time stops on her body, not only will she not get old, no matter how serious the pain and wound, as long as she eats enough human flesh, she can recover! “
Seems to have known that there is no way to recover Gerald Parker, holding his body on the ground with both hands, turning to the two and continuing,
“Wesley Tate wants to The ability of Mathil Tate, so he found me, looking for a way to pass on the innate talent, the human body farm… The special nurture to the extreme, using Mathil Tate as a farm, planting weeds The seed that Sley Tate has… The fruit will grow on her body. What you kidnapped is Wesley Tate’s dream… He no longer cares about family, love. …he only wants immortality!”
“innate talent, immortality…”
Donald was silent, no one didn’t want immortality.
On the basis of his heart, he was a little jealous when he heard that Mathil Tate could maintain his eternal youth under the condition of cannibalism.
Even if it is a blood race synonymous with immortality in the world, they have to pay the price for immortality, sucking human blood, being afraid of light, and afraid of silverware…
Matilde ·Tate speaking from a certain perspective only needs to satisfy the first item.
Now the scroll is in hand and Mathil Tate is in Anthony’s hand…
“You let me go and put Mathil Tate and Give me the scroll, I will help you cultivate the fruit of eternal life, even if you feel sick and don’t want to eat it, you can sell it, those top rich, nobles, and even the one in the Ryan Empire Imperial Palace will be for this fruit. Crazy!”
Gerald Parker shouted, blood spurting from his mouth, his broken gums disgusting.
He’s like a bad devil trying to seduce the most evil part of people’s hearts.
Bang!
The muzzle burst into flames.
“Those who mess with my heart should be killed!”
Donald pursed his lips, and there seemed to be a struggle in his eyes.
More is perseverance!