In a dilapidated house in the East District of Backlund, a young man codenamed "Basic" was lighting a candle, creating a closed space based on the knowledge he gained yesterday, and then facing the candle devoutly, reciting in ancient Hermes.
road:
"O traveler from distant time and space; you are the contradictory spiral of logic and wisdom; you are the reflection of knowledge and the backside of truth."
"I beg you to hear me; I beg you to look upon me; I beg you to grant me power beyond mortals."
Along with the ripples of the ancient Hermetic language, his voice continued to echo and superimpose, as if it went straight to the sky, and rows of spell lists appeared in his mind.
His current endurance is still very low, he can only hold 10 "divine powers". A first-level spell requires one "divine power", a second-level spell requires three "divine powers", and a third-level spell requires nine "divine powers". After consideration
After that, except for a level-2 triggering spell of "avoidance and protection", he replaced all the remaining spell slots with level-1 body strengthening.
After all, it is not that difficult to establish a gang in the East District. When you have money, recruiting thieves, gangsters or homeless people is just a matter of a meal. Paying attention to medicine is just a matter of guarding against those
Just "fellow".
Feeling an indescribable force pouring into his mind, Mr. Ji felt as if he heard some kind of whisper, but when he tried to listen, he found that he couldn't hear anything.
However, he didn't pay attention to this. He just took out the pistol and banknotes from under the pillow and stepped onto the sinful streets of Backlund's East District.
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At the same time, Mr. [Victory] in the dock area chose two permanent protections, a level 1 [Endurance Strengthening] and a level 3 [Exercise Strengthening] (exercising the body will make the body stronger, so
As long as you exercise, you will definitely become stronger). Living in the dock area, he is very aware of how complex the gangs here are. Taking rash actions will only make him a target of public criticism. He must first consider God's protection to make himself stronger.
, is the best choice.
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In the factory area, looking at the black smoke column rising again outside the window, Mr. [Glory], who finished his prayer, put on his work clothes and went to participate in today's strike meeting.
He originally thought that this might be a way to fight for the interests of the workers, but after receiving the knowledge given by the gods, he understood one thing——
Those guys who even want to collect their dues are the same as those capitalists!
If workers want to get the wages they deserve, they must unite instead of playing the games they are good at under the rules constructed by the capitalists!
Seeing that the meeting place had arrived, Mr. Glory triggered the spell of [Strength of Words], then recalled the divine revelation he had obtained through prayer yesterday, and said to his companions:
"It makes no sense to go on strike like this. Look at the strikers at other docks. Did anyone get any benefits?"
"But what else can we do? If we continue like this, we won't have enough to eat even if we die from exhaustion!"
"That's right, you guys are trying to persuade us to go back to work with some benefits, right?"
"That's definitely the case. I heard that rich people like to do this. Beat him to death!"
Listening to the voices from the crowd, [Glory] frowned, but he didn't pay attention and said directly:
"I'm not saying that we can't go on strike, but we must figure out what the strike is for? What kind of results are we going to achieve? We cannot strike blindly, but we must figure out how to strike so as to cause headaches to the rich and make them
Compromise, otherwise it will be like other docks where the union people and the wealthy people's lawyers have reached an agreement, and those of us below will not get any benefits, but our lives will be worse than before. So is there any point in the strike?"
Mr. Glory's eloquence is not good, but with the blessing of "divine magic", his voice clearly enters the ears of every worker, which makes the previous radical voice clear and replaced by a slightly
Confused question——
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"We must unite and become a whole! Instead of individuals who will be broken down one by one! We must first figure out who is us and who is them! We are workers, producers who earn wages by our own work. Trade unions
Is it us? No! They need us to pay them to maintain. They are exploiters who exist by exploiting our income! They are the opposite of us! They are with the capitalists who exploit us! Why do we always
Failure? Because we have been discussing with capitalists how to get benefits from other capitalists, and the benefits will naturally not come to us!"
Glory's voice was impassioned, and for a moment there was no noise around him. Seeing this, Glory lowered his voice, slowed down his tone, and continued:
"We need to make our demands clear. We are human beings, just like rich people! We are not dogs who will compromise if the other party throws a bone! We are striking for reasonable wages and working hours, among other things
Everything else is just meat and bones for dogs. As long as we compromise, they have plenty of ways to exploit them back!"
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"Oh, this digestion speed is faster than I thought!" Snow, who had just finished praying to Mr. Fool and was eating breakfast, felt the cracks in the potion shell. There was a hint of joy on his face, and he sat opposite him and read the newspaper.
Mr. A was keenly aware of this and asked in his pleasant voice:
"What? Is there any good news?"
"I have received feedback from the digestion of the magic potion. It should be brought by the lambs developed yesterday." Snow did not mean to hide it and said sincerely. Mr. A, who had already turned on his spiritual vision, looked at Snow's sincere spiritual reaction.
, Wei Wei was a little surprised. Although he was just a new listener, but for him to get obvious digestive feedback, I am afraid it was not as simple as just developing a few lambs...
"Perhaps, this kid is really a genius for preaching? If he can digest the listener's potion in a short time, maybe he can become 'Mr. V'?" Such thoughts came to Mr. A's mind and he gently
He shook his head. In the final analysis, this was just his one-sided statement. He had to confirm the details.
"I just need some flesh and blood to restore my strength... Let's go to the East District and have a look."
Mr. A thought so, moved his eyes away from the Backlund Morning News, and asked casually:
"Do you have any travel plans today?"
"The Lord has given me considerable physical fitness, so I plan to learn the skills of using firearms and fighting." Snow answered candidly, Mr. A nodded and said:
"Is there a familiar coach?"
"Yes, yesterday I asked a familiar black market businessman to lead the line." Snow nodded gently, and then Mr. A changed the topic back:
"I'm going to go out for some fresh air. Do you have any information?"
Hearing this, Snow paused for a moment, pretending to be thinking, and then replied:
"Duke Negan will hold a dance tomorrow night, and all the famous nobles in Backlund will attend, so the defense in the West District should be strengthened, so please be careful."
"Very good." Mr. A showed a satisfied smile, turned and walked towards the door, but not long after he went out, he noticed a young girl...
"The woman's skill in disguising herself as a man is poor, but she has a good foundation. Although she is dressed vulgarly, she can still see some habits that are not seen in ordinary people. She looks a little nervous, but there is no malice... She sneaked out disguised as a civilian.
Aristocratic lady? She is really charming." Mr. A smiled softly and did not pay attention to the girl who came to his door. Instead, he walked all the way towards the East District. After all, when he joined the Aurora Society, except for the
Besides that face, isn't it because of his "connections"?