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After hearing this, Yule once again confirmed his judgment - the aristocrats of this world are playing with technological monopoly and religious control.

He couldn't refute all this, because this was also the foundation of his status as a 'noble'.

However, the sound of flesh and blood being whipped made him unable to ignore it.

Yule never felt that he was a saint, but he really couldn't turn a blind eye to this kind of scene.

Especially if he can do something.

People are like this, and they don't really feel much about things they can't do.

Just like most people don’t regret not being able to win the Nobel Prize, what really bothers people are often those--maybe I can?

Therefore, Yule couldn't help but wonder if there was anything he could do now?

Not too much, just a little bit.

At least this will make you feel better, and deceiving yourself will be rewarded...

I felt unprecedentedly confused about the world and my own situation, trying to find something ethereal to comfort my panicked heart.

The door carefully added:

"Sir, you may have forgotten that unlike noble people like you, we lowly things can only please the machine soul in this way."

Damen heard that the upper-class nobles' methods of pleasing machine spirits were completely different from them.

But how is it different?

He doesn't know.

He only heard from the nuns that real nobles can use the divine machine at will without paying any price.

Because that is the power given to them by their blood and identity.

Even the priests of the Man-Machine Holy Cult told them that the noble ones with golden blood could make the machine souls happy just by showing up.To accomplish impossible miracles?

But that kind of noble people and they are two completely different worlds. After all, even the slave Noel is not worthy of letting the other party set foot in it.

Anyway, that's what the priest said.

He didn't expect to see the golden bloodline, he just hoped that Yule could help them repair the divine machine.

Listening to Damen's words, Yule felt a little funny and a little desperate.

Of course, when it comes to religious control and technological monopoly, there must be two sets of processes below and above.

Otherwise, why don't you let the noble master torture you?

Then this set is not in vain?

But this is fine, I can use the excuse to be secretive and let them stay away without any doubt, and at the same time stop.

"Ask them to stop and clear the place. I'll take a good look alone."

The door hurriedly opened.

Then he scolded those who were still beating him and left.

This should be a good thing, but it made those people full of panic and said:

"We can continue to fight, please, don't let us go down!"

"Just whipping yourself is not enough, right? I can chop off my hands and my feet! Please, please!"

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