Colonial Suit

Blood Pupil raised his head, looking at this indifferent and arrogant man.

He could clearly feel the other party's rejection. Although it wasn't hostility, it wasn't exactly approval either. In fact, Blood Pupil and he were only meeting for the first time, and Blood Pupil found it hard to understand why he would reject him so much.

However, as a member of the Cosmic Mercenaries, and a candidate specially brought by Councilor Sal Jones, Blood Pupil didn't mind listening to what he had to say.

So he raised his hand, and Qing Yue next to him handed the other party a bottle of wine, signaling him to sit down and talk.

“I don’t have time to waste on enjoyment,” the red-haired Brute said expressionlessly. “As far as I know, you are also a person who is ruthless to himself. I didn’t expect you to be so lax after meeting you.”

“…………” Blood Pupil didn’t answer, but just tasted the mellow wine for himself.

Ruthless?

Blood Pupil curled his lips. How could his training be described by this word? It was too easy, wasn't it?

From the moment he became sensible, he hadn't rested for a single day, and even in his dreams, he had to struggle in battlefield nightmares. Fighting and training had become a part of his soul, and could never be cut off. What was being ruthless to himself? His training could only be described as merciless!! Personally placing himself in front of the god of death was not to seek death, but to step on the bones of the god of death and be reborn!

But how could Blood Pupil ramble about these things? In fact, he was too lazy to even look at the red-haired man again, and just silently drank his wine.

The red-haired man didn't ramble either, knowing that warriors of Blood Pupil's and his level had wills as firm as iron, and could never be moved by words. So he said straightforwardly.

“I need your help, and I’ll need it soon.”

“What help?” Blood Pupil stared at the wine glass in his hand with an unchanged expression, watching the wine ripple in the cup, reflecting bursts of amber light.

He didn't mind Brute's tone, but he was a little curious. Curious as to what would make Brute seek help.

Moreover, since the other party was also in the Cosmic Mercenaries camp, and for the sake of the Speaker and his master, Blood Pupil didn't mind lending a hand once.

Blood Pupil's feelings for the Cosmic Mercenaries were complicated, but he was full of respect for his master.

But the red-haired man's next words surprised Blood Pupil a little.

“I hope to get support,”

He said this without a trace of embarrassment. “During the Rite.”

“Likewise, as a bargaining chip, I will provide support to you during your Rite.”

“Eh?” Blood Pupil was stunned. “What support?”

“You can understand it as protection.”

“Isn’t the Rite a festival for everyone? How could anyone harm you? Moreover, your strength is already…”

“Do you have any common sense at all?” The red-haired man's face darkened, and he said unhappily. “The day of the Rite is indeed a festival, but there is no safety protection. Anyone who participates in the Rite may be attacked by others! Even the Mercenary Headquarters has to be careful about this.”

“What a joke.” Blood Pupil also frowned. “If the Rite is so chaotic, who would participate in it? Besides, the Second World wants our sacrifices. If we die, how will the sacrifices be counted?”

“Hmph.” Brute sneered. “Lord Blood Pupil, I think you’ve forgotten how your sacrifices came to be, haven’t you?”

“How are the sacrifices counted? Of course, they are counted as the victor’s. Even the Second World has nothing to say about this. The law of the jungle, it's only natural!”

“So that’s how it is.” Blood Pupil was stunned, but quickly calmed down. “Then what about the Headquarters? Are they just watching?”

“What do you think this large-scale fleet was deployed for?” Brute said. “This is the Headquarters showing its strength, but this is the Third World. It’s not like a few warships can conquer a lower world star field. Our strength here is at most upper-middle class. These can threaten ordinary civilizations, but they won’t work during the Rite.”

“In fact, according to the rules, we are safe before the Rite, but as soon as we step onto the altar, then the only rule is force.”

“At that time, we will be isolated from the Third World. Even if the Headquarters has more strength, it cannot stop the fighting on the altar.”

“What about the Second World?”

“They…” Brute sneered. “They will be happy to find a suitable seat for themselves, maybe have some wine, and then sit in the stands and watch us fight with glee. There will be no shortage of sacrifices, so losing one candidate is equal to losing one responsibility.”

“This is the Second World. They don’t care how many of us die. They only care about their own gains.”

“I see…” Blood Pupil lowered his head and pondered silently.

The red-haired Brute's words revealed another cruel truth to him. If it weren't for his reminder, Blood Pupil would hardly have thought that there would be such a scene on such a solemn day of encouragement.

Ignoring the rules, cruel fighting. What's the difference between this and a coliseum?

The only difference is the audience.

But this also fits the image of the Second World. They have never regarded the lives of the lower worlds as important. The so-called Rite is just a ritual of harvest and watching gladiatorial combat. For the people of the Second World, it may just be something to talk about after dinner. How would they think about how much blood and tears of civilization are condensed behind these people?

More importantly, this kind of thing actually involves him.

Blood Pupil thought silently, bringing the wine glass to his lips. Brute next to him was also patient, waiting for Blood Pupil's answer without saying a word.

After a long time, Blood Pupil put down his wine glass and let out a long sigh of wine.

“I’m considering a question.”

“Speak.”

“If I kill all those candidates, I wonder what kind of expression the people of the Second World will have.”

“They won’t allow you to do that, after all, the reputation of the Second World needs to be maintained.” Brute replied expressionlessly, then suddenly licked his lips. “But based on personal opinions and preferences, I look forward to that kind of scene.”

He stood up and extended his right hand to Blood Pupil. “Please allow me to introduce myself again, my name is Brute, I am a Stellar-level…”

“Cosmic Mercenary!”

Blood Pupil also stood up and shook hands with Brute. “Cosmic Mercenary, Blood Pupil.”

“Maybe we will cause a lot of trouble for the Headquarters. But…” Brute looked into Blood Pupil’s eyes and suddenly revealed a hint of ferocity. “I find that I like you more and more.”

“I don’t like you. You said, we are not friends.” Blood Pupil replied, also with a hint of cold-blooded smile.

“But if I can use the blood of alien races as the carpet for me to ascend the altar, I don’t mind accepting your kindness.”

“For my master, to have the glory of winning.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation..)