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Chapter 290: The New Minister - Poor-Slain, Occupy the Mask

"The seven sins of arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony and desire, and the seven virtues of humility, frugality, gentleness, diligence, generosity, moderation and chastity, are corresponding to them.

There are also joy, anger, sorrow, thought, sorrow, fear and other six desires, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind.

And the most essential original sins of mankind—greed, laziness, violence.

All kinds of completely different and even completely opposite emotions and needs constitute complex, great, humble, and lowly human nature, and human nature also makes people become saints, mortals, and sinners.

Except for the omniscient gods, no ordinary thing can pat his chest and say, "I can fully understand human nature." Even I cannot.

However, I, without a doubt, have a much deeper understanding and research on human nature than the 99.9% non-God existence in the world.

The remaining 0.1% are all cheaters, just ignore them."

He wore a (in my opinion) ugly white porcelain tragedy mask on his face, and a tall man named Poor-Slain said with a hint of mocking tone.

Sitting upright on the luxurious chair with the highest status on the platform, listening to the pleasant screams and wailings from the execution ground, Poor-Slain's sad crying face couldn't help but turn into a happy smile. The reaction process in the middle was very vivid, just like a living person.

Poor-Slain, the new minister, relied on his unparalleled charm, super high IQ, perfect leadership, and amiable personality. In just one night, he turned the goal of absolute trust from Minister Onester to himself, and by the way, he used the time train to visit all the noble families of the empire. Through simple "persuasion", they all joined the camp where they were.

"What I said is very true!"

Sitting on Poor-Slain's thigh, the obedient little emperor said, not scared by the screams and wails from the execution ground at all. Instead, he was like a cute little cat, with an unnatural blush on his face, constantly rubbing against Poor-Slain's strong chest.

Fortunately, there was a cloth blocking it in front, otherwise this scene would be scared to the people below or the revolutionary army secretly hiding in the night, if the night attackers saw it, they would be scared to the point.

"Hohahahahahahahahahaha, your majesty, if you want it, just hold on, it's almost time to set the sun."

Poor-Slain, who rubbed the little emperor's head with one hand and teased the little emperor's chin with the other, said full of XXX words, although its words were indeed full of XXX.

However, he said this, but the two holes in the mask of the new minister Poor-Slain looked at the positions of Chitun and Brand under the execution ground.

"Your Majesty, do you know? The world does not allow two identical flowers. Except for the omniscient and omnipotent gods, no matter how much effort a mortal makes, it is impossible to completely turn one person into another."

Stopped the gesture of touching the little emperor, and suddenly a dagger with an ancient and rough making technique was added to Poor-Slain's hand.

From the outside alone, this pure obsidian ritual dagger has a history of about a thousand years, and the passage of time is particularly prominent in it.

Despite this, this ritual dagger is still sharper than ordinary people imagine.

Do you really think the prisoners on the stage who are about to be tortured are those officials and nobles who have committed any incidents?

Just have this pure obsidian dagger to easily turn a person from appearance, skin color, gender, height, weight, muscle weight, bone density, hair growth, vision, strength, injury and even DNA, and even subtle to a molecule, an atom, or even a quark, into a completely different appearance of another person.

However, this pure obsidian dagger can only change everything on the physical level, and cannot also change it along with the spiritual level (soul, memory, personality, etc.).

So, what is the cost of using it?

There is no price, you can use it as you wish, at will, with confidence.

So, what is the method to use?

Use this pure obsidian dagger to cut a piece of skin on the person who wants to change (skin size is proportional to the duration of the change), and then apply it to the skin of the person who needs to change, and the change process is very short and almost instantly completed.

PS: The process of change is extremely painful.

PPS: If an individual with a changed identity dies, the effect will disappear immediately.

PPPS: If the species gap is too large, pure obsidian daggers will have no effect.

With this ritual dagger and the time train that knows the general effect and nature by just listening to the name, Poor-Slain successfully used a large number of slaves who had lost their identity and existence, and became a prisoner to be executed. In addition, an optional verbal agreement, its own extraordinary charm and eloquence, and the most important personal threat, "wind" the hearts of all the officials and nobles.

"What I said is very true!"

The little emperor could not fully understand what Poor-Slain meant. He only knew that his beloved new minister, Poor-Slain, would definitely not abandon him like the fat pig of Onester!

He is now completely in the shape of a Poor-Slain, both physically, consciously and soulfully.

The little emperor who looked at the white porcelain comedy mask on Poor-Slain's face, his eyes were constantly hiding love, and his body instinctively started to BOKI.

"It took only one night to achieve this. It is indeed the face of the hypocritical and cunning king of arrogance.

However, the hypocritical and cunning king of arrogance has actually fallen to seducing underage boys and other things, which is too disrespectful."

The Jakar grandmother disguised as a great beauty appeared next to Poor-Slain at some point and said sarcastically.

The Poor-Slain, not worn by the ancient Tarask, was not enough to scare the Jakar mother-in-law.

"Old guy, do you have the intention to laugh at me? It's not your turn to worry about my affairs.

But you, have you found your own ladder to climb the gods? If you miss this opportunity, you don’t know how long it will take to wait until the next one, as generous as you are now.

If you want to successfully escape from the control of the foundation, you and the Shadow Girl have the best chance among us.

(Silent pussy) It would be great if the buyer bought the evil lizard, and then I would have some possibility."

“Ha, of course that’s - there’s no clue.

If I could find the ladder that Yaen took in such a short time and quickly imitate one, would I still use this to slap with you?”

The screams and wails that come from time to time on the execution ground cannot have any impact on the dialogue between them.

Even, in a sense, these screams and wails formed a song of hell that fits them very well.

"Then, only the Shadow Girl is left. I hope she can succeed."

The mask naturally changed from comedy to tragic Poor-Slain, looked up at the high sun at noon, and sighed helplessly.

"What if even the Daughter of Shadow failed?"

The Jakar mother-in-law poured a basin of cold water out of time.

"Shut up, you smelly crow's mouth!"

The elegant Poor-Slain was the first time in the world of "Killing! Red Eyes".
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