In this picture, Grand Duke Ottery stood high in the stands, looking at the black female slaves below who were stained by the estrus hounds, and said seriously: "Does my hound have to vent? Can't castrate?"

The palace servant stood beside the Grand Duke of Oterry and said humbly: "I'm very sorry, Grand Duke, this is not possible. The castrated male dogs will lose the ferociousness of chasing their prey, so they are not hunting dogs."

Grand Duke Ottery nodded thoughtfully, looked down a few more times, pointed to a black female slave and said, "The second one on the left, she is a little too tall, and it's very difficult for the hound to lie down. Saw off her knees."

"I understand." Gongwu just heard what dish to add to the menu tonight, he picked up his pen and wrote "Lion, saw off his knees" on the notes file, and then closed the notebook and waited for the next command.

Grand Duke Ottery looked for a while and asked seriously: "Who do you think is the best for mate with a hound?"

"There is no doubt, Asha." Gongwu took a step forward, like a knowledgeable biology teacher, explaining seriously, "In the concept of canines, female animals should be petite, but have a wide pelvis, which is conducive to mating. Asha's body shape is very consistent with this, but she is a little too thin."

"Go to find a nutritionist and customize the diet for Asha." Grand Duke Ottery patted the palace servant's shoulder and said seriously, "Don't let the hound's estrus affect his attention. This was how the deer ran away last time. We must vent their desires as much as possible and make them a dedicated hunting dog."

"I understand, do it right now."

...

The screen ends.

In this picture, what shocked Alimana the most was not the black female slave who was defiled by the hound, nor his wife Asha, but Grand Duke Otre and the Palace Affairs Office.

If these two people were laughing wildly, mocking, and spitting on the defiled female slave to satisfy their perverted desire for control, Arimana would not be so shocked. Mocking and contempt, this is normal for superior nobles.

What touched Alimana the most was the seriousness and seriousness.

Grand Duke Ottery and the Palace are like real farmers, talking seriously about the hounds and discussing how to keep them attentive.

And what about those female slaves? They were ignored.

To be most precise, it is not really ignoring it. Grand Duke Oterry and the Palace Master are not blind. They can obviously see them, but in the eyes of these two people, those female slaves are not humans, they are really humans, but beasts.

This is not discrimination, nor is it abuse, but a kind of natural way of treating them as a beast, as if this is the law of nature and the truth of the universe.

Just imagine, are you surprised to see a male dog mate with a female dog? Of course not, because you know that they are dogs, and that's what they should do. There is nothing strange about it, and this is the law of nature.

The same is true for Grand Duke Ottery. He did not want to "insult" these black female slaves condescendingly, but actually regarded them as animals from the bottom of his heart, so he could face this scene calmly and discuss issues with the palace officials seriously.

I discussed the livestock raising with my palace affairs. Is it strange?

This indifference and seriousness are the things that scared Alimana the most. At this moment, he knew what he was in the eyes of Grand Duke Oterry.

Those "glory" fights were just dog fights, and the compatriots he killed were just dogs, including Neo who was killed by him during the day, including himself...

After the victory, Grand Duke Ottery jumped up and cheered enthusiastically for the best dog in his family. Just like a child fighting crickets, he happily put the winning crickets into a bottle, throwing the failed crickets on the ground and trampling them to death.

What's wrong with giving animal mouth treatment?

Arimana sat on the ground in dismay, as if her backbone had been removed and all her strength was lost.

Sethia's voice rang beside Arimana: "Do you still have to continue fighting?"

"Why not..." Arimana said hoarsely with tears flowing on her face, "At least... she is still alive... isn't it? If she dies, she will lose everything. Isn't it more important than anything else, even if she lives in humiliation, even if she is a beast..."

"I understand, but there is still another way to choose from than living humiliatingly."

Arimana looked up in confusion and looked at Scia.

"Living with dignity." Sethia's words were like a speeding arrow, which shot Arimana's heart with an arrow. He only felt that the blood had solidified and stopped flowing. The next moment, a strangled pain came from his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Slowly, Arimana smiled miserably and said hoarsely: "Do you think I don't want to?"

Sethia said indifferently: "So I asked you at the beginning, do you want to get rid of it?"

Arimana spread her hands, like a death row prisoner about to go to the execution ground, as if nothing mattered, and said tragically: "What do you want to do? Kill me and Asha? If you are a god and can lead us to heaven, then please do this."

"I said, I am not God, I am the enemy of God. I cannot let anyone go to heaven. I can only provide a completely opposite way." Sethia's bloody eyes were hidden with a strange light. She gently possessed herself, and her bright red lips, which were as bright as blood, came to Alimana's ear and whispered something.

Scia said these words very long. Every time she said a word, Alimana became even more dull. She said it for five minutes, but in Alimana's consciousness, it was longer than five years or fifty years...

After Scia finished speaking, she put something in Arimana's hand, and then her body faded away like a fog, slowly disappearing into the air, leaving only faint words echoing: "The choice is in your hand."

After Sethia disappeared, Arimana sat in the prison. He was not sure how long he had been sitting, maybe a minute? Maybe an hour? Maybe a few days, decades, thousands or tens of thousands of years. Maybe the outside world has turned over.

Arimana looked downward and stared at the things Sercia gave him in her hand. Then, he recalled the scenes in his mind, his wife's muttering in bed, his brother's drinking and talking, his body stained with blood on the battlefield, and his slave dog living like a lively animal...

At the end, Arimana held the thing in her hand tightly and grinned. He smiled, smiling miserably and resolutely. His eyes seemed to break through the iron gate and stone walls of the prison room, crossed the magnificence of the Grand Duke's Mansion, and finally penetrated everything: "Now, we are all enemies of God."
Chapter completed!