Ren Yifei toyed with the spear in his hand, looking at him: "Someone sent you to kill me? Who is it, and why?"
This advanced human felt himself sinking, while the floating objects, such as giant leaves, were far away. Overwhelmed with fear of death, he cried, tears and snot streaming down his face: "I was only obeying the nobles' orders; we cannot disobey the nobles' orders."
"What kind of nobleman do they look like?"
The man in the swamp tried to recall, but because he was in a state of complete collapse, he could not describe it clearly and could only give fragmented clues such as 'male, tall and thin, long hair'.
As he struggled, the swamp enveloped his entire lower body, and he sank faster and faster, becoming increasingly tense and on the verge of collapse.
"Why did he send you to kill me?" Ren Yifei asked without much expectation. Assassins, as mere tools, are unlikely to know the inside story, and the possibility of this high-class human knowing is very small.
Unexpectedly, the man spoke up: "He said you want to wipe out the entire tribe."
"Hmm?" You want it?
This word... The original owner hasn't put it into action yet, so not many people should know his thoughts. How did it get known?
Ren Yifei recalled the symbols the boy had drawn during lunch. It was possible the original owner had already left traces, and those who had benefited from them knew, which led to today's events.
"Save me! Save me!" The man in the swamp was now just a head and two arms. He cried and shouted, tears streaming down his face, "Save me, and I'll spare your life! We'll pretend we don't know anything about this."
"Oh? I'm afraid you won't be able to explain it when you get back." Ren Yifei stared at his corner.
"No, no, the nobles will never come down."
After thinking for a while, Ren Yifei stood a little further away. He lay on the ground and stretched out the spear in his hand, one end of which was just within reach.
If you try to pull someone up while standing, you might end up getting yourself in; lying down would be better.
The man grabbed one end of the spear and, with all his might, moved towards the edge of the swamp. Finally, he reached the edge, grabbed a nearby vine, and desperately climbed up.
But the moment he climbed ashore, before he could even catch his breath, he attacked his savior: "You deserve to die!"
"Stubborn and obstinate".
The smug smile froze on his face the next second as a slender hand gripped his throat. This superior human felt something draining from his body, and his vision gradually blurred.
Ren Yifei observed his expression, watching his face gradually turn ashen until he curled up completely, losing all ability to resist.
The advanced human lay on the ground, his eyes wide open. He was not dead, but his body had suddenly become extremely weak, and he could not even speak or open his mouth.
Ren Yifei removed the metal dagger from the top of the spear and brought it close to the horn of the advanced human: "It'll be fine in a moment, it won't hurt."
Tears streamed down the eyes of this superior human, his face filled with pleading, until the dagger plunged into his forehead.
A sharp metal blade pierced the point of contact between the horn and the head, and red blood slid down the forehead. The man on the ground opened his eyes wide, but could only see a blurry shadow.
An hour later, on the second floor of the tower.
"What happened to you?" The gatekeeper looked at him, puzzled, as he was covered in mud and moss. Most of his face was even covered in mud, as if he had rolled around in the mud.
The man simply shrugged helplessly. He held a spear in one hand and a metal number plate in the other, half of which was obscured by mud, but it was still roughly visible.
"No need, no need," the gatekeeper waved his hand, glancing at the corner of his forehead. "This is just the way things are. The lowly people below don't have the guts to come up. You should go find a place to wash up. Good heavens, this smell is just too pungent."
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The visitor nodded and entered the second level of the lair.
Compared to the first-floor nest, this place is larger and brighter, with better-looking materials. The floor is polished to a high shine, and there are many glowing bouquets on the ceiling and walls, as well as beautiful reliefs and paintings made of colored clay.
However, there were very few people inside.
The area is roughly the same, but the lower level is packed with people, with one opening stacked on top of another, while the openings on this side are far apart. The number of people here is at most one-tenth of that downstairs.
Moreover, there are many public functional areas on the first floor. He saw someone walking out wet; it was the bathroom.
There were others, but I couldn't recognize them at first glance. Those people were dressed in loose clothing, sitting there chatting, holding books and playing with various objects.
The difference in living conditions between the two can be compared to that between a slum and a wealthy area.
In the hall, the children with wild animal features were playing and frolicking in the open space. The boys had horns on their foreheads and the girls had pointed ears. They were all dressed neatly and beautifully, and even wore little shoes.
They were happily playing with various toys, unlike the children downstairs who had to participate in chores from a young age.
He walked past the children, and a few of the kids who were playing around stopped, stretched their necks out, and sniffed: "You smell like a lowly person."
"I just came down from down here," he said, with a tone of rejection, disdain, and disgust, before even coughing.
The children listened and believed it, and then they scattered again.
Other adults saw the muddy footprints he left behind and looked up to call out, "Get a worker to clean the floor."
Ren Yifei continued walking upwards.
The numbers on the metal plaques still pointed to the houses allocated to each of the higher-class humans. Ren Yifei gave them a name: 'soldier-civilians,' corresponding to soldier ants.
The soldiers and civilians still lived in caves, only much larger, and the entrances were decorated with colorful stones, and the door frames were also simply carved.
Pushing open the sturdy wooden door, a room of about 40 to 50 square meters came into view.
It was divided into three sections, each with wooden floors and illuminated stone chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
Upon entering, one finds a large hall, carpeted and furnished with tables and chairs, with bows and arrows, animal skulls, and tools hanging on the walls.
Then there were two separate small rooms, one for living and the other for storage. In the living room he found a pen and paper. In the storage room he found a barrel of wine, about a third of which was still inside.
"We have paper and pen, and we have wine, but perhaps our level of civilization still needs to be pushed forward."
Regardless of the paper and pen, which could be due to some interference, alcohol is mostly produced by the accidental fermentation of leftover grains, fruits, and the like, before it is intentionally brewed.
The true owner of the house had been swallowed by the swamp. Ren Yifei used a highly adhesive plant sap he had seen before to stick the severed horn to the wall, then changed into the other person's clothes and smeared himself with mud.
He entered so easily without even using illusion magic.
It went so smoothly that it was almost unexpected.
This lack of vigilance also suggests that the people here have not experienced class struggle, and may even assume that class struggle does not exist.
In other words, this system has not been challenged since its inception.
No wonder that person was so angry and shocked, as if their parents had died, just from being pushed.
Ren Yifei didn't search around; he was very dirty and would leave a lot of stains.
There was no water in the room, so there was no way to wash up. The only way to clean yourself was to go to the bathroom downstairs.
Under the bed, he found a wooden bucket and a bar of soap. He put a torn piece of paper and a change of clothes in it, then went out and headed downstairs.
The people in the hall were still sitting in twos and threes; the stains he had left behind had been cleaned up. A worker was cleaning the floor, kneeling on the ground and wiping it.
A group of children ran over and stepped on the back of his hand, causing him to recoil in pain.
When the child saw this, he stretched out his foot and rubbed the sole of his foot on the rag: "So dirty."
They walked towards the entrance, but when they were halfway there, the children who had gathered at the entrance suddenly dispersed to both sides, and they all stopped making noise and stood quietly on both sides.
Ren Yifei, who was holding the wooden bucket, and the other people sitting and chatting looked over.
He saw a fat woman with a big head, big ears, and a double chin walk in.
Oh, leave? No, that word isn't accurate. She was carried in and sat on an extravagantly ornate chair, her shoes extremely high, ten or twenty centimeters, adorned with golden pearls and colored gemstones.
These jewels are so exquisite that her appearance has pushed the level of civilization in this instance forward by several hundred years.
A red fur was spread on the ground, and the chair was gently placed in the middle. The crowd finally saw the woman's appearance: she had a long braid that reached her ankles, decorated with many colorful gems and gold, and she also wore gold ornaments on her neck and wrists. She wore a pink gauze dress and had a pair of small, transparent scales on her back.
The soldiers and civilians who had been guarding the gate followed behind her, holding her skirt in their hands, and were very respectful.
Everyone present stood up, ramrod straight. Ren Yifei recalled that when the soldier and civilian entered the workers' canteen, they looked much the same.
Without a doubt, this is probably a higher class... aristocracy.
"Cough cough cough." Ren Yifei's throat felt a little itchy, and he started coughing. This noise attracted the attention of many people, including the woman sitting in the chair.
Her eyes slanted upwards exaggeratedly, and the woman in the pink dress couldn't stand the visual assault of seeing a man covered in mud and smelling terrible.
Just as she was about to speak, the mud-covered figure upstairs shrank behind a statue in a corner. This self-awareness finally eased the woman in the pink dress's brow.
The others also breathed a sigh of relief.
Ren Yifei, standing in the shadow of the stone sculpture, suppressed the sudden urge to cough: Judging from previous cases of conflict between workers and civilians and soldiers and civilians, offending the upper-class nobles would definitely not end well.
It's not a good time to start a conflict yet; let's play it safe for now.
"Two people, I need someone to hold up my skirt." She glanced at the crowd, covered her nose, and rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, it stinks! Is this trying to kill me?"
Soon two young women arrived, knelt down in front of her, and carefully lifted a corner of her skirt, their small animal ears trembling excitedly.
The woman in the pink dress reluctantly agreed. The chair she was sitting on was lifted up, steadily without the slightest wobbling: "Hold it up, don't let it touch the ground."
Whether it was excitement or inexperience, the two young women bumped into each other while spinning around, causing the hems of their skirts to fall to the ground and get scratched by pebbles.
A scratch was immediately left on the exquisitely made pink dress.
"Oh! How could they?"
"They ruined this lady's dress." A clear, uniform gasp rang out from the crowd.
"..." Ren Yifei's expression was subtle, and he also had a disorienting feeling as if he were watching a memory replay.
The woman in the pink dress widened her eyes: "This is what I'm going to wear to the banquet later!"
Two young women knelt on the ground, trembling, tears streaming down their faces. The woman in the pink dress didn't even glance at them; she was only concerned about her own dress.
The person in charge came in from outside and ordered his men to cut off the ears of the two women: "Send them downstairs."
"No! Please!" The two people cried even more fiercely, as if being sent down there was more painful than having their ears cut off.
But no one paid any attention to their cries.
Those people were simply accusing them of being rude and disrespectful to the nobles.
Soon a new person arrived to lift the skirts, and this time there were no surprises. The children started moving around, the adults sat down, and the hall returned to calm.
Au
thor's Note: Afei: This scene seems familiar.