I Like This Dream!

An Xu looked at the closed door and touched his nose with lingering fear. On the one hand, she felt that Alva was really in a bad mood right now and it would be better not to disturb others. On the other hand, she felt that procrastinating this kind of thing would become more troublesome. An Xu was afraid that he would forget about this after a while and that Chris would die if his durability dropped to a certain level. With this thought in mind, she prepared to continue knocking on the door.

"Sir!" Chris stopped him, "I was injured many years ago, and there is no possibility of healing. Please don't... don't trouble Mr. Alva."

You can't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment, An Xu thought, even if it can't be cured, it's better to check it out. She knocked on the door again, and Chris actually grabbed her hand. An Xu turned to look at him. He let go of her wrist in embarrassment and stopped talking.

The knight's expression rarely reminded An Xu of the general environment of this world, and the physical examination related to infertility was probably a bit difficult to talk about. A hundred years ago, infertile omegas were considered monsters, and outside of Thunder Castle, "that" disease of omegas was considered to be related to prostitutes and wizards, and was an indiscreet disease. Even nobles could only You can secretly find a healer for treatment or a holy person to pray.

Is it for this reason? In such a backward place where hygiene is not important, any disease can be called a disease, right? An Xu complained in his heart. Getting sick is unfortunate. She doesn't think that when misfortune falls on certain people in certain positions, it becomes a stain worth fighting against. But An Xu looked at Chris's trembling lips and felt that it would be embarrassing to let an acquaintance check him.

"You go first, I'll talk to Alva." Ansu said.

She stood there, ready to wait for Chris to leave before knocking on the door. Chris was stunned and asked at a loss: "Where to go?"

"Anywhere will do." An Xu said casually, "Don't go too far, and remember to come back at night. If you can't find the place, just give me my name and ask for directions, and someone will tell you."

She waved her hand, and when Chris didn't move, she asked him if he had changed his mind and wanted to stay. The knight immediately shook his head and quickly exited the corridor.

Chris stopped when he reached a place where the door and Anxu were out of sight. The head maid Flora was not here, and the ascetic Lydia left first. Count Anna did not have the habit of taking guards with him, so the captured knight discovered that there was no jailer guarding him at all.

No one was following him, but it was not deserted. It's not as noisy as the market, and it's much busier and more lively than a private residence. Many people are coming and going in the corridors, most of them walking in a hurry, holding something, nodding and saying hello to each other. When he came just now, he was thinking about "the alchemist named Alva". Now Chris had the energy to look around. He saw many people wearing white robes, not the kind of white robes where saints cover their heads and faces. , but a more close-fitting and convenient white clothing. Only a small number of people wear white gauze on their faces.

There are a lot of o's here.

Chris hesitated for a moment, chose a direction at will, and stepped forward. He walked very fast, bypassing closed doors when he saw them, passing through many houses and courtyards, and walked all the way to the edge of this large building. No one came out to stop him. It would be better to say that most of them were busy. Busy people turned a blind eye to him. Chris saw a side door, ajar, with the street outside.

What exactly is this place? he thought confusedly. Variation of the Monastery of the Holy One? In what capacity does the alchemist stay here? The knight hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and stepped out.

Someone jumped up from the ground, wiping their eyes with the back of their hands.

"Uh, hey!" The man took off his hat, scratched his head sheepishly, and said, "Sorry, there was sand in my eyes just now."

He is a young man with green eyes, who has probably just differentiated. His alpha smell is still very light, and with two red eye circles, he looks even more childish. Chris looked at the first alpha he met along the way and didn't know what to do here. He just nodded silently.

"I've never seen you before. Have you just arrived?" The alpha said familiarly, "I'm Jay!"

"Good day, I'm Chris."

"Nice to meet you, Chris! Are you a new medical student or a logistician?" Jay wiped his face, wiped away his somewhat languid expression, and showed a friendly smile, "This is always my first time here. Is it easy to get lost without a senior to take you? Do you need help? "

"No, I am..." Chris couldn't think of how to introduce himself, so he had to say, "I was brought by Count Anna."

"Ms. Anna is back?" Jay said in surprise, "She is here? She must be here to find..."

At this point, Jay's voice got stuck, and he was like a deflated rubber ball, with his head and shoulders drooping.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked.

"It's not bad, oh, I'm sorry, I made you laugh when we first met." Jay patted his cheek in distress, "I've been divided recently, and I've been in a lot of trouble."

"It's always like this when sub-genders are just differentiated," the knight comforted.

"Yeah!" Jay sighed, "It would be great if I were a beta."

Chris raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "There are not many alphas who want to be betas."

"What's wrong with beta? Beta is the best gender! It's not sensitive to pheromones, can work well with any gender, has no inconvenient periods, has the highest stability among the three genders, and is the best experimental assistant! How is it like alpha? !" Jay vomited bitterly, "What's so good about an alpha? Isn't it just having multiple knots on the penis? Common people like us don't necessarily have superpowers when we become alphas. Even if we have superpowers, nine out of ten of them are useful. Not too big. And when you smell the smell of omega, you turn into a sperm-brained idiot, and the smell itself is also extremely pungent..."

"Where did you hear that?" Chris couldn't help laughing.

"I...the person I like." Jay said lowly, "It's good to become an omega. Although there will be inconveniences every quarter, but other than that, he is as good as a beta, much better than an alpha. .”

"Physically speaking, that's true," Chris replied.

It's a pity that the artificial rules that people set for themselves are more closely related to people than the laws of nature.

Throughout Armenam, gender differentiation is a major event in life. Aristocratic families use all kinds of remedies to try to differentiate their children early so that they can determine the direction of their future training: whether to teach stewardship for marriage, or to learn politics and lead the family in the future. Higher up? Except for a small number of families who can only rely on omega marriage to climb up, most people, from princes and nobles to ordinary villagers, will be extremely happy when their children grow up to be alphas (even if they are useless alphas).

Chris smiled bitterly in his heart. If this young man really differentiated into an omega, he wouldn't take it for granted.

Jay glanced at Chris and suddenly said: "Is this your first time coming to Thunder Castle?"

"Yes." Chris nodded.

"Sure enough." Jay smiled, "Chris, are you free now? If you don't mind, can I take you around for a tour?"

Feeling the kindness of the other party, Chris nodded.

"Let's start here!" Jay led him back. "This is the 'medical school', where Mr. Alva answers questions and does experiments. The 'medical students' also study here. This big house on the left It is a library that stores books written by Mr. Alva, and also sells paper and pens that are cheaper than outside. The row of rooms on the right is a laboratory, with equipment made by superpowers. In addition, there are also volunteers, experimental animals, and Corpse. The outermost room is the classroom. Teacher Alva will give regular lectures. Usually, medical students take turns to teach the parts they are good at. When the class starts, anyone who abides by the rules can observe."

"Teach alchemy?"

"You can say that, but now everyone calls it 'medical skill'. People without superpowers can also learn it. Although the effect is not as good as that of healers, it can still stop bleeding in an emergency. It can also treat diseases that cannot be cured by healers, so that only those who have special powers can learn it. Those who can wait to die have hope of living well.”

"It sounds incredible..." Chris murmured to himself, then looked at the people passing by and asked: "The person wearing the veil is a virgin?"

"No, it's just to prevent saliva from contaminating the experimental samples and to avoid inhaling bad things. Wearing white clothes is to make it easier to spot stains."

Jay explained as he walked, and many people smiled and greeted him along the way. His popularity seemed quite good. They passed each room and didn't see another alpha. Chris asked if only betas and omegas were admitted here, and Jay shook his head.

"Not really." He said a little depressed, "Mr. Alva doesn't teach alpha...but he doesn't restrict medical students from teaching. Anyone can come during open classes. It's just that it's the busy farming season recently, so there are no open classes. .”

"Busy farming?"

"Well! It's time to harvest potatoes!"

The young man took the knight on a "public donkey cart" that ran every ten minutes. It took them dozens of minutes to reach the vast fields, and they still hadn't walked out after dozens of minutes. The area of ​​​​the fields is far from what it was at the beginning. The fields have expanded again and again, and the dense forests that have only been able to push back a little bit after several expeditions have retreated again and again under the people's desire for a good harvest. There are paddy fields on the flat land and terraced fields on the hills. Golden fruits and green leaves cover the artificially reclaimed open space, making this land as harmonious as the miraculous workmanship of nature.

Jay pointed to the tiny ant-like people in the field and told Chris that this was their work.

The public donkey carts leaving the fields went to the coal mines, and people covered in ash came and went. There is a long, winding track in the mine. The earth and rocks that only a few adults can lift can fill a cart and be pushed out along the track. These carts loaded with mineral deposits will be processed in factories not far away to produce farm tools, ironware, paper and pens... and so on.

"Recently, everyone is preparing honeycomb-shaped 'coal'," Jay said. "It is much more durable than wood and has enough stock. No one will freeze to death in winter."

They went to school. Adults have temporarily gone through emergency literacy and are preparing for winter livelihood in the busy autumn, while the elderly, children and the weak and disabled who are temporarily unable to help are still studying. They learn the words used to write a letter and read a book, learn addition, subtraction, multiplication, division and higher numbers (thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, enough to count a city or even a country), and learn about the world. laws, even the most basic and low-level ones. Children have the most to learn, they learn what they are doing and think about what they will do in the future.

No matter what family they come from, no matter what gender they will be differentiated into, because these children are the first generation to have choices, the generation that has lived in Thunder Castle since they were sensible, they don't have to worry about anything. Everyone's conditions are similar.

They went to the defense line. The new Thebes defense line was a newly built fort but looked more reliable than the old Thebes castle. The prosperous Thunder Castle can invite enough civil engineering experts to build the city, and the big businessmen from all over the world who have invested too much in Thunder Castle are also rushing to subsidize it voluntarily. The merchant city allows them to have enough budget to buy peace of mind.

As the winter beast tide is approaching, the border troops are all paying attention to the border with wide eyes, unaffected by the Ulbau storm. Thunder Castle brings sufficient supplies, and the division of labor in various fields is more detailed. The army does not have to work as farmers, blacksmiths, and guards. They have no worries and are willing to fight for their homeland. The healer of the monastery was in the same fortress with them, as if he was meant to be here.

They took a rough tour of the city in the car, with people getting on and off the station from time to time. Jay was always easy to strike up a conversation with anyone he was riding with, no matter who they were.

"She is so worried that she doesn't want to take the time to take a car to the cafeteria to eat, and she still wants me to take care of her." said an o who worked for her family in a textile factory, and her tone was more distressed and happy than complaining.

"The potatoes I brought back yesterday are as big as a human head!" A farmer gestured smugly, "It's so big as a human head, so scary!"

"When I grow up, I want to go to medical school. Nina said she wants to go to a factory, but I want to go to medical school, so I can't compete with her. I solved two more questions than her yesterday!" said a little boy.

It was getting late when they returned to the city, so they couldn't go shopping and could only take a quick look. Lanterns were lit, and the market showed no intention of closing at night. "The night market starts at seven o'clock, almost after the canteen no longer serves dinner." Jay said, "Late snacks and some gadgets are very interesting, but don't just wander around the souvenir street. The gods keep saying that if you buy one, it will be as prosperous as Thunder Castle. Everything is meant to deceive outsiders..."

Chris didn't answer. He looked at this brightly lit long street and felt speechless. The impact of this day was too great. He watched the omegas traveling together, laughing loudly, and no one jumped out to hurt them. Guards wearing "urban management" armbands walked through the crowd, and there were people of all genders among them. The owner of the meat skewers shop gave them a handful of meat skewers. The leader pointed to his head and refused with a smile.

Chris began to wonder if he was dreaming, the kind of dream that was the opposite of reality.

"I was orphaned by the beast tide when I was very young. An omega saved me and took me traveling for several years." Jay suddenly said seriously, "So, I know how unlucky omegas are. Before Lady Anna came, Here, and other places without her now. No one wants to be an omega in those bad places. But as long as Anna-sama is here, this is not a problem, everything will be fine."

The young man threw the hat into the sky with a smile, grabbed it as if showing off his skills, put it back on his head, saluted Chris, and said, "Welcome to the territory of the Thunder Queen."

Welcome to this growing ideal land.