"Barbarism always destroys civilization, but after this, civilization will replace barbarism."
In the Thirteen Star Field, in the temple of the Dark Holy See Headquarters, Black Jack, who was wearing a black stone triple crown, holding a scepter, wearing a black velvet robe, a gold belt tied around his waist, three rosaries strung with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds around his neck, and eighteen gemstone rings on his fingers, was talking to the top existence of the dark creatures of a temple.
Ten long oak sheets were neatly arranged in the temple, covered with neat white tablecloths.
On the sterling silver candlestick, the whale oil candle is emitting an ambiguous warm fragrance, illuminating the temple with bright lights.
The fine bone china tableware was filled with all kinds of fine wine and delicacies, and the aroma rose up, converging into a dense atmosphere near the hazy statues of gods and demons at the top of the temple.
With a wave of the palm, it is a piece of jewelry.
Blackjack looked at his radiant palm with great satisfaction, and very reservedly handed the scepter to the beautiful girl who was accompanying him, and slowly picked up a small piece of sashimi made of tuna belly with ivory chopsticks.
Hundreds of dark creatures and patriarchs and other big people stared at Blackjack deadly, they grabbed the ivory chopsticks in front of them in a similar way, and also put on a slow and dignified appearance, tremblingly picked up a piece of plump fish belly sashimi.
Of course, for dark creatures such as the chief and patriarch of the Minotaurs, their dining tables and utensils, and even the ivory chopsticks in their hands are specially made.
In particular, the ivory chopsticks were carved from whole ivory, and each piece of sashimi on the bone china plate in front of them was at least two catties, which was simply a neatly cut piece of fish meat Very elegantly dipped a little mustard in the small dish in front of him, and Blackjack put the sashimi in his mouth and chewed it silently.
As a result, hundreds of dark creatures also slowly chewed on the sashimi mixed with mustard.
Several dark creatures with particularly sensitive taste systems had hot tears in their eyes, and they had too much mustard, too much, too much.
Swallowing the sashimi into his stomach with a thud, Black Jack put down his ivory chopsticks, slowly grabbed the napkin and stuck it to the clean corners of his mouth.
So, all the dark creatures also graciously grabbed the napkin in front of them and gently rubbed the corners of their mouths.
For a large race like the Minotaurs, their napkins are the size of other people's sheets.
"You are of noble blood, and you are all descendants of the gods" Blackjack stopped his little neck and said lightly: "In the entire universe, there is no one with such a noble bloodline as your Excellency. ” All the dark creatures nodded their heads one after another, yes, after being reminded by Black Jack, they realized that their bloodlines were indeed descendants of the gods that were too noble to describe, they were all direct descendants of the gods, and they were the purest bloodlines, the most powerful, and the most powerful beings among these descendants.
"With such a noble bloodline, your Excellency should have a matching aristocratic style" Blackjack said lightly: "Over the years, I, the humble servant of Your Excellency, have led you to see a lot of things and understand the history of the development of human civilization in the entire Earth Federation.
This is a historical process in which civilization replaces barbarism and progress replaces backwardness. ” Gently spreading his hands, Black Jack drooped his eyelids and glanced at them with a mocking gaze that made the dark creatures present burn their faces: "I can't imagine that such a noble bloodline and such a noble origin like your Excellency, and after countless thousands of years of development, you still maintain the social system of feudal farming, feudal animal husbandry, and feudal serfs."
All the dark creatures drooped their heads, yes, a real shame.
They have been fighting each other with the Holy See of Light for decades, and in the first few years, the bosses of the dark creatures are still screaming to fight the angelic army to the death.
But as Blackjack slowly introduced them to something new, their interest in war gradually became less intense, and in recent years, they have even begun to learn the style of various nobles like an upstart aristocrat.
Look at their clothing, neat evening gowns instead of armor and animal skins, clean bow ties and ties instead of necklaces and iron neck guards strung with human heads and skeletons, special crocodile, lambskin, calfskin boots instead of bare feet and animal skins, and even straw boots made of thatch.
Even the chief of the minotaur and several patriarchs wore comfortable silk socks on their feet.
This is only an external change, and the bigger change is still on the inside.
The bigwigs of these dark creatures put on the underwear of the high-end brand of the Earth Federation, put on silk pajamas when they rested at night, they used hot wax to remove excessive body hair, and used various high-tech whitening products to make their originally rough skin white and tender, similar to the twenty-eight beauties.
Even when they were happy with their own woman, if they were not happy to let the woman have an heir, they learned to use a condom instead of kicking her in the belly after she became pregnant, as they used to do.
The living habits of the bigwigs have also become civilized, even too civilized.
In the past, when they ate, there was a piece of barbecue, and the broth in a crockpot was very rich, and if there were a few fruits after the meal, it would be something that only a very particular race would have.
Their ancestors have lived like this for countless thousands of years, and so have these dark creatures, and if nothing else, their descendants will have to live like this in the future.
But now, they have French baguettes on their tables, and they are all multigrain breads made with wheat bran.
There is always an appetizer before the meal, or a salad made with seasonal side dishes, or two delicious marinated fish fillets.
When eating a meal, it must be accompanied by good wine, note that it is good wine, not the edible alcohol that the dark creatures brew themselves that can be used as the main ingredient of the Molotov cocktail.
The Earth Federation has a lot of wonderful traditional wine brands, and the bosses of the dark creatures have accepted them without reservation.
The foxes and the blood tribes are more Sven races, and they can taste red wine, white wine, champagne, and so on; The surname is a little more bold, such as the Minotaur, the werewolf, the giant spirit clan, they fell in love with vodka, the second pot head, the burning knife, of course, there are exceptions, some strong battle races, such as the chief of the werewolf clan, he likes the specially prepared fifteen degrees of low Moutai.
Blackjack first roughly corrected the habits of these dark creatures in terms of their eating habits, and then he began to transform them in terms of culture and social system.
The creatures of darkness, whether they are the Bloods who like to pretend to be elegant gentlemen, or the Minotaurs who like to pick up an axe and smash people's heads into meat sauce, their chiefs and patriarchs have an extra group of people called artists around them.
These people teach dark creatures a lot.
How to appreciate the statues of the Renaissance, how to appreciate Leonardo da Vinci's oil paintings, what is the origin of the Eight Monsters of Yangzhou, how rare and rare the paintings of flowers and birds of Song Huizong, and how Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is ten thousand catties.
Therefore, when the great patriarch of the Minotaur clan began to chant in an aria to live or die, this is a question, and at the same time picked up the big axe and rushed towards the army of the Holy See of Light, very elegantly snatched back a beautiful papal knight, and asked the honorable lady warmly before stripping her naked, Don't be surprised when you are willing to have a piston movement with me that has no emotional foundation, but is as passionate as Mars hitting the earth.
Even those high-ranking members of the blood clan, when they first embraced their descendants, if the first descendants were handsome men and beautiful women with different surnames, they would all muttered a sentence to my child very elegantly, my love for you is like the gums left on your neck, even if the heavens and the earth are together, even if the mountains collapse, even if the summer is full of snow, even if the winter thunder is bursting, my love for you will never dissipate In the first few months of Blackjack's civilization transformation campaign, the high-ranking members of the Minotaur and Werewolf clans even did something unique to gentlemen - they released all the female surnames they had captured since the war, and let them go home to reunite with their relatives.
Even the chief of the Minotaur sent a letter to Pope Gu Yuru of the Holy See of Light, written with a quill pen and handwritten in a particularly fancy floral Latin.
In his heart, the chief of the Minotaur felt deeply guilty about his clan's previous silver captivity, and he swore that this kind of forced captivity against the will of the female surname would not happen again in the future, and he specially sent back all the female prisoners of the Holy See of Light this time.
The chief earnestly told Gu Yuru that all the female captives were unharmed, and perhaps they had had some intense interactions with their own people, but their souls were still pure, and they were still good believers in God, and asked Gu Yuru not to embarrass them Look, this is the result of Blackjack's transformation of the dark creatures, and a tenacious race like the Minotaur will think about others At the end of the letter, the chief made a suggestion to Gu Yuru that the chaotic war between the two sides should be more gentlemanly, and that they should have a face-to-face duel according to the rules of medieval knights.
This can effectively reduce the death toll of both sides, after all, any life is precious, precious, and a gift from heaven and earth His Majesty Dark Pope Blackjack has a great sense of accomplishment in the face of the gratifying changes in the dark creatures, and today he has specially gathered all the dark creatures to teach them a new introduction, new knowledge, and a new civilization After a courtly feast, a fusion of East and West, a French court feast and a Chinese Manchu and Han feast, the dark creatures stopped straight, sipping the best West Lake Longjing tea or Sri Lankan black tea, while chatting slowly and methodically about the recent weather conditions in soft Latin.
That's right, according to the philosophy that Blackjack instilled in these dark creatures, Latin is the most beautiful language in the world, and it is spoken by the aristocracy.
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God knows how he did it, but now, even a dark creature slave soldier who thinks he has a bit of identity has to work hard to stammer a few Latin words, as if this will improve his status and status a little.
It's hard to imagine that a group of dark creatures are sitting together in well-dressed clothes, not discussing where to kill people and set fire to loot things, but elegantly discussing the weather, it is unimaginable that the stations of these dark creatures span several planets, when it rains here, the sun is shining there, the snow flakes have fallen on the territory of the blood clan, and there is a hurricane on the territory of the werewolves Coughing slightly, Blackjack raised his hands slightly.
The whispering in the hall immediately stopped, and all the dark creatures looked at Blackjack with graceful eyes.
The chief of the blood clan, a handsome old man wearing the robes of a medieval European nobleman, surrounded by thousands of pearls and gemstones, smiled and said to Blackjack: "Respected Blackjack Pope, do you have any unique insights today?"
Blackjack nodded solemnly, and with a flick of his finger, a gold coin flew into the air with a dazzling light, and slowly fell back into his palm under the incomprehensible gaze of all the dark creatures.
"What I want to discuss with your Excellencies today is about money."
Speaking of the word money, Black Jack's shriveled body suddenly swelled, his lewd face suddenly became sacrosanct, and the aura on his body also changed dramatically, as if he had changed from a half-sunburned toad to a white swan, and it was also the kind of white swan who was going to marry ten or eight beautiful swans the next day.
Coughing lightly, Blackjack waved the gold coin in his hand and shouted, "Money, your Excellency may call it gold, silver, copper, or banknotes, checks, credit cards, it doesn't matter, in short, it is the most amazing thing in the world."
"As everyone knows, in the past few hundred years, the earthlings have undergone earth-shaking changes, and a group of earthlings who are even more primitive and barbaric than the previous ones have become nobles in just a few hundred years and less than a thousand years, why is this?"
The creatures of darkness nodded to themselves, yes, why They had read the history books that Blackjack had given them, and just over a thousand years ago, during the Middle Ages on the ancient earth, the Western aristocracy was still defecating in the open and not even bathing for the rest of their lives—not even as good as the minotaurs, who would roll in the pond when they had too many fleas and lice Why did such a backward, barbaric and uncivilized earthling person make such a big and amazing change in a short period of time The dark creatures are also entangled in this problem, their dark creatures have been in various races for countless thousands of years, but how their ancestors lived, they used to be like that, and the whole race does not seem to have changed in the slightest.
The wise men among them have also thought about this question, but they have never come to any conclusion.
Everyone looked at Blackjack in disdain, hoping he would give them an answer.
Waving the gold coin in his hand, Blackjack jumped up, jumped to the table, and danced and shouted: "Because of the gold coin, because of the gold coin, because of the gold coin, because of the banknote, because of the banknote."
"Everything is, everything is the pursuit of gold coins that stimulates the rapid evolution of earthlings."
"For the sake of gold, they will do anything, for the sake of gold, they can give everything, for the sake of gold, they can destroy everything or invent everything to earn money from horny men, earthlings invented the Academy; In order to earn money from the hungry, earthlings invented restaurants; In order to earn money from the travelers who sailed far away, the earthlings invented the steamship" Taking a deep breath, Blackjack spat and shouted: "Even, in order to make the coffins made by his own family sell at a good price, so that more users can purchase his own coffins, the owners of the largest coffin shop among the earthlings have united and started two world wars" "At the end of the day, it's all about money, that's why we have it, and we have the motivation to progress" "And your honorable Excellencies, your people, do they have pursuits?"
"Yes, of course they do, but their pursuit is so primitive, shallow, and unpromising."
"Oh, is it worth it for them to pursue the title of the so-called number one warrior of the clan?"
"They pursue the so-called first beauty in the clan, but as long as we have a lot of money, we can buy beautiful women at will."
"Their pursuit is primitive and ignorant, and it does not conform to the dialectical thinking of the development and evolution of productive forces and production relations."
The faces of the big guys of all the dark creatures are hot, yes, it seems to be like this, the young people in the clan are not, they are all the dark creatures, they have developed from generation to generation, isn't it just to grab the honorary title of face, in order to grab a few beautiful girls But can money change all that?
No, money alone can't change all that, but Blackjack's money theory can Dancing and waving the gold coin, Blackjack roared, "Everything should be changed, everything should be changed" "The primitive and backward agrarian and nomadic life is not suitable for the powerful to establish your kingdom, establish your own social rules and systems, establish a complete set of state systems, and establish effective and strict strata, which is the most important thing."
"The country is a car, and money is gasoline, which can make the car go faster and farther, and if you have a complete country, money can be popular, and you will have a complete social system, so that all the people of the clan understand the benefits of money, and they will work hard to make money."
"When all the active castes are elevated, your noble Excellencies, your race will surely prosper."
Under the enthusiastic gaze of the bigwigs, Blackjack formulated a set of social rules for them in the tribal alliance empire.
The Emperor is elected by a combination of tribes and a complex system of fighting in the ring, and the Emperor is changed every 60 years, and the Emperor has the privilege of life and death for all the subjects of the Empire - except for the nobles of the Empire, who have a certain immunity, note a certain immunity The chief and patriarch of all clans, as well as high-ranking generals and high-ranking warriors, automatically became the noble class of the Dark Empire, and the rest of the ordinary warriors became the lower class of the Empire.
Blackjack developed a complex and tight hierarchy system, a system that was enough to squeeze the lower classes of people to the point where they could not breathe The original dark creatures of many races were equal alliance-like groups, and they were always out of the outside world when things happened, and they would work together to deal with the enemy.
But when Blackjack, the unconscionable structure of the dark empire, appeared, it didn't take long for the major tribes of the dark creatures to be full of contradictions, who didn't want to become the emperor of the empire, and who didn't want to have the power to kill other races Blackjack has orchestrated all aspects of the Dark Empire's system, and his system is sufficient to ensure that the creatures of darkness will fight each other and civil strife will continue.
As long as all the dark creatures accept the idea of the Dark Empire, the dark creatures are finished, and they can no longer be a strong whole.
And Blackjack is shameless, using his years of experience in financial operations as an excuse to recommend himself as the future Chancellor of the Exchequer of the Dark Empire The picture is poor, Blackjack's decades of hard work have spent a lot of energy to transform the cognition of these dark creatures, just for this day Chancellor of the Exchequer of the Dark Empire - and Chancellor of the Exchequer with no term limit With Blackjack's methods, it won't be long before countless people of the Dark Empire will become his contractors Can you drive tens of billions of dark creatures to do cows for themselves and earn themselves huge fortunes Blackjack shuddered with excitement at the thought of his own great and unprecedented plan It's too perfect, it's too evil, just let these stupid guys with muscles in their brains be their own slaves Because of Blackjack's conscientious service over the years to cater to these dark creatures, because of the unique ability and charm shown by Blackjack, he has no concept of so-called finance and finance, and only knows the most primitive barter rules, and the dark bosses easily passed Blackjack's proposal.
Blackjack successfully became the future Chancellor of the Dark Empire.
Two months later, when Gu Evil Dust sneaked up to find Blackjack, the construction of the Dark Empire was roughly complete.
To be continued: