Ed was furious and thought to himself: Where did this annoying guy come from? Why do you talk to me like that? He frowned tightly, staring at the arrogant elf in front of him with eyes full of dissatisfaction and anger.
At this moment, Leonard appeared silently like a ghost beside Carlisle.
He had a smile on his face, but that smile revealed a disgusting flattery and insidiousness. He walked towards Carlisle with brisk steps and was about to reach out to touch Carlisle's shoulder, as if he wanted to please this arrogant elf.
However, Carlisle seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned his head suddenly and glared back with disgust and ferocity in his eyes.
Leonard felt a chill rising up his spine, his body froze in an instant, his heart trembled, and he quickly withdrew his hand in embarrassment, his face turning pale and red.
Leonard coughed lightly, pretending to be calm as he walked in front of Ed, cleared his throat, and said in a condescending manner, "Ed, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a little skill. You should know that you are just a lowly commoner from head to toe. It is simply a foolish dream to even think about getting the top spot on the list. I have already said that you will never succeed, so just give up on this idea."
Ed looked at Leonard's ugly face and felt extremely annoyed. His brows frowned even tighter, and he wondered in his heart: How did I provoke this annoying guy? Why does he always target me like this?
"I heard from Leonard that there is an ignorant commoner in the academy who not only attempted to challenge the innate authority of our nobles, but also had the audacity to declare his love to the eldest daughter of the Duke's family in public. Hum, is that you?"
Carlisle walked slowly in front of Ed with an elegant but arrogant step, bent down slightly, and looked down at Ed with an even more oppressive posture. His eyes seemed to see through Ed. "I advise you to be more restrained in the future. Don't be so arrogant. Think carefully about your status and stop doing these things beyond your ability. Otherwise, you will suffer."
On the stands, Shirley crossed her arms and glared at Carlisle, who was talking nonstop on the stone platform, muttering softly, "Who the hell is this guy? Why is he so annoying? Look at his arrogant look, it's really unbearable!"
"Isn't it obvious?" Carl raised his head slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "He is Carlisle Amonrit, the current number one in the first-year rankings, a proud elf, and a fanatical supporter of the theory of bloodline. He talks about his so-called noble bloodline all day long, which is really ridiculous."
At this moment, Merlin appeared silently beside them. He looked relaxed, waved his hand gently at everyone, and said, "Carlisle Amonrit is from a famous family among the elves. His family is closely connected with the natural religion. His position in the elves is very important. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is on par with the elven royal family."
"President Merlin!" When Carl and the others saw Merlin, they were stunned at first, and then greeted him with surprise.
"Boss Merlin!" Delia also shouted, with a hint of intimacy in her voice.
Merlin quickly made a gesture to keep quiet. He was surrounded by a layer of faint magical light that concealed him. It was obvious that he didn't want the students around him to notice his presence.
After all, he is a well-known busy man in the college. Once he is discovered by his classmates, the place will probably be surrounded by people in an instant, and it will be difficult for him to escape.
"Humph, so what if he's from a famous family of elves?" Alex frowned and scratched his head with a look of disgust on his face. "I only feel a disgusting aura from him, as if he was born superior to others. It's really inexplicable."
"That's no wonder. After all, Carlisle, and even the entire Amonlit family, firmly believe in the theory of bloodline. In their perception, the nobility of bloodline determines everything. Only those with pure and noble bloodline are qualified to stand at the top of the world, and others, in their eyes, are nothing more than humble [dominated]. This decadent concept is really hard to agree with." Merlin shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness and criticism in his eyes.
In the ancient and profound social system of the elves, the theory of bloodline is like an invisible yet indestructible chain that tightly binds the fate of every elf.
The top elves firmly believe that the ancient heritage flowing in their blood is the ultimate measure of an elf's value and status.
Those elves who come from prominent families are regarded as the favorites of God and the purest embodiment of the will of nature in the world.
From the moment an elf is born, its bloodline is endowed with a mysterious and inviolable power.
Noble bloodline means innate outstanding talents. Whether it is the exquisite control of elemental power or the extraordinary comprehension of magical skills, they all seem to be gifts bestowed by ancestors, effortlessly displayed in these favored children of heaven.
Their graceful posture, keen perception, and innate affinity for magic are all seen as proof of their noble bloodline, as if announcing to the world their uniqueness and supremacy.
Under the influence of this theory of bloodline, social classes were clearly divided. Those elves with pure blood naturally occupy the pinnacle of power and glory, enjoying endless resources and respect.
They live in magnificent palaces, surrounded by a group of low-level elves who provide them with meticulous service. In their eyes, these low-level elves are nothing more than tools to realize their own will and are beings who are born to be dominated.
However, those elves whose blood is not pure enough or who are of ordinary origin are often marginalized and engaged in heavy and trivial labor. No matter how hard they try, it is difficult to break through the invisible ceiling set by their bloodline. They spend their whole lives contributing to the glory of those nobles, while they can only survive silently in the shadows. Their fate seems to have been determined from the moment they are born. They cannot break free from the shackles of bloodline theory and it is difficult for them to reach the supreme status and power bestowed by their bloodline.
This hierarchy based on bloodline is deeply rooted in the social structure of the elves like a stubborn disease. It has persisted stubbornly after years of baptism, shaping an elven world that seems glorious but is full of injustice and oppression.
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