It wasn't until the voice of the Golden Feather Guard rang out that Rozim came back to his senses and noticed that a gorgeous spaceship with sails, golden body and phoenix carvings was parked not far away.
Everyone had no choice but to get on the boat, and then it started to move without any shaking or sound.
When the airship was sailing, Rozim did not forget to lie on the guardrail and look down at the city. Since the height was lowered, he could see more clearly. The city was very prosperous, with many Eldar people coming and going, and he could even see
A kind of alien creature with an insect shell, a round body and multiple tentacles. These creatures are often found in gardens and roadside food stalls.
"Huh? Is that thing with a head like a hammer...a pet?"
"No, of course not. They are Oriti, a deep partner granted citizenship by His Majesty. Although they are so kind and harmless, their former homeland has been destroyed by the human empire."
"Uh... Well, Her Majesty the Queen is indeed a kind-hearted person."
At this time, Rozim discovered that although many Eldar were walking or gathering on the boulevard, almost no one was working. Some were walking and chatting with friends, and some were simply sitting cross-legged on the grass. I don’t know.
Is it meditation or something? Others are painting, playing, performing, reciting poems...
But they all have one thing in common.
"Well, no one works in this city?"
"work?"
The Jinyuwei turned to look at Rozim, with a helpless smile on his face that was slightly thinner than a human being. He probably didn't want to pay attention to Rozim, but because of the other person's special status, he had to answer.
.
"I'm not sure what you mean by going to work. If you mean apes... like humans who do boring and repetitive things at a job day and night, spending their lives in mechanical movements, then indeed, there are no people here.
work."
"Well, then, where will they get food and drink?"
"If you need it, you can get it yourself. Of course, you can also cultivate and make it by yourself. It depends on your personal taste. I will occasionally plant fruits that suit my taste in my own small garden."
"Uh, free...is it free? Don't farmers use what they grow in exchange for money?"
"Haha, your use of human society is not appropriate here. Of course, there are growers here, but their planting is a personal hobby and a way of life. Letting others taste their harvest can give them a sense of accomplishment.
, some residents from the wild world regard planting as a way to communicate with the soul of the world, and the role of the royal court is to help them share their harvest with more compatriots."
Rozim nodded in realization.
"That's true, but what if... there's not enough food?"
"Ha, you are worrying too much about this. The Soul of the World is the nemesis of hunger. If it is willing, it can produce enough food to fill the entire planet at any time."
"This is amazing."
As he said that, he raised his leg and kicked Loken beside him.
"You Mechanicus are really precious! How many farmers in the damn empire are still plowing their fields with hoes, and you can't even popularize tractors! It's causing famine everywhere in the empire!"
"What does it have to do with me...Besides, who will buy tractors for those poor people on the indifferent planet? There are so many worlds in the empire that all need tractors, so the Forge World has nothing to do. Just producing tractors is busy enough.
, and who will bear this cost? What they see is... a psionic trick. How can psionics be as reliable as a hoe, and why are you so full? As the saying goes, people only have one worry when they don't have enough to eat, but
Once you are full, you will have countless worries. It is good for the people of the empire to be simple."
Loken's words made the surrounding Golden Feather Guards look at him sideways. Some just shook their heads, and some showed joking smiles. Rozim was too lazy to talk to Loken anymore, and then curiously asked the captain of the Golden Feather Guards:
"Then you don't have a factory? There are no workers? So many ships and so many buildings, did they grow on their own?"
"In a sense, you are right. We do not have workers and factories. Those handicrafts, including personal items, are made by compatriots who are craftsmen or interested in manufacturing. In fact, the vast majority of compatriots no matter what path they take
Regardless of the path or profession, all have the ability to make simple daily necessities and equipment. This is one of the interests cultivated in childhood, but it will have a different focus in adulthood, and those professional makers and craftsmen are also happy to put their
The things created are shared with others. Of course, the royal court also has an official production department, which will attract outstanding bone chanters and craftsmen to join them, giving them a stage to create more value and self-realization. In addition, there are also believers of the Craftsman God.
Regarding manufacturing as a kind of practice and a kind of belief, without any analogy, it is somewhat similar to the Mechanicum of Humanity, but there is no such clear class division."
"It's a bit confusing, let me think about it... In other words, people here work spontaneously, and then... share spontaneously? Just don't plan for anything? No, you seem to be talking about self-worth and self-realization
?Tsk...No one wants to be rich? Or have something that others don't have? And...status?"
The Golden Feather Guard blinked, his slightly impatient attitude changed to a serious one, and he looked at Rozim with a scrutinizing gaze.
"If it were any other human being who asked such a question, I would be dismissive, but Mr. Doral said that you have an extraordinary relationship with His Highness, so you must have a certain understanding of the history of our race. Although the Royal Court
It does not have many strict ascetic traditions and rules like most Arks, but self-restraint is still the best way to keep our souls safe and pure."
"... Of course, self-restraint alone is not enough. The more important thing is to remember the lessons. The royal court requires every citizen, whether adults or children, to deeply study the past history of our nation and learn from every ark as much as possible. Virgin
The world, or even the old woman’s world, is looking for archives and historical materials from the past. These are all stored in the big museum. Every resident, regardless of their identity, will ensure that they go to the big museum every once in a while to study and understand why our race thrives.
Why did it decline? Understand how glorious our clan was once and how bleak it is now. The stone tablet there is engraved with a sentence left by His Highness - Take history as a mirror to know the rise and fall."
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"I can understand that for an extremely long life, what is the meaning of living is actually a very real question. Maybe you humans cannot imagine this, but for us, it is realized from the moment of birth.
Self-worth is a way of explaining life, especially in this painful period when our race is on the verge of extinction. The greatest meaning is to realize collective value by realizing individual value. Every individual works hard for the rejuvenation of the race.
This is not an unrealistic slogan or grand narrative. This is what is happening. Of course, it does not mean that everyone is completely selfless. Fame, status, and even power are still worth pursuing, but we leave this decision-making power to
To Your Majesty and Your Highness, for they are the founders of the royal court and the incarnations of the gods.”
Rozim scratched his head, and then asked cautiously:
"Then why did you choose this...this career, brother?"
"Because I am good at tracking and observing clues, and I firmly believe that the royal court will eventually fulfill its manifest destiny of reviving the race, so that our descendants will no longer be threatened by the enemy. I was once a prodigal son of Comoros. For
I don't care about anything other than myself. I never know what hope is. Therefore, from the moment I was born, I was told that we are a race without hope and future. But when I followed Lord Doral to the royal court and was profoundly
After understanding the history, I feel heartbroken and sigh day and night. We have lost too many things, not only our homeland, but also our spirit, our inheritance, the benevolence, justice, wisdom and courage taught by the ancient sages, working hard and constantly striving for self-improvement.
Lost..."
As he spoke, the other party's voice suddenly rose, which startled Rozim.
"But! How could the ancient Huanghuang clan of my Ada, which has lasted for 65 million years, fall into selfish desires! The thousands of years of suffering and humiliation after the great fall have warned all Aida that we can no longer be confused, and we can no longer escape.
Go down! Destiny will not give any gifts for free. Only by rebuilding everything we have lost brick by brick with our hands and regaining our spirit and inheritance can we comfort the spirits of our ancestors. Even God cannot stop us! This is the answer
, I am willing to devote all my strength to this, this is the value and meaning of my life... This sense of mission and responsibility should not be unfamiliar to you?"