"Please get on the boat."
It was not until the sound of the Golden Feather Guard sounded that Rozim came to his senses and noticed that a gorgeous spacecraft with sails, all in golden and phoenix sculptures, 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.
While sailing the airship, Rozim did not forget to lie on the guardrail and look down at the city. Due to the lower height, he could see more clearly that the city was very prosperous, with many spiritual people coming and going, and even saw a kind of alien creature with insect shells, round bodies and multiple tentacles. These creatures mostly appeared in the gardens and food stalls on the roadside.
"Huh? Is that kind of thing with a head like a hammer... a pet?"
"No, of course not, they are Oriti, a...deep partner who has been granted citizenship by His Majesty, and although so kind and harmless, their former homeland has been destroyed by the human empire."
"Uh...well, Her Majesty the Queen is indeed beautiful and kind-hearted."
At this time, Rozim discovered that although many of the Spirits walked or gathered on the boulevard, almost no one was working. Some were walking and chatting with their friends, and some just sat cross-legged on the grass, not knowing whether it was meditation or something, and some were drawing, playing, performing, and reciting poetry...
But they all have one common characteristic.
"Well, isn't anyone in this city going to work?"
"work?"
The Golden Feather Guard turned his head to look at Rozim. Compared to the human's slightly thin face, he had a helpless smile. Perhaps he didn't want to pay attention to Rozim, but because of the other party's special identity, he had to answer.
"I'm not sure what you mean by work. If it's ape... humans do boring and repetitive things on a job day and night, and waste their lives in mechanical movements, then there is indeed no one here to work."
"Uh, then, where do they eat and drink?"
"If you need it, you can pick it up by yourself. Of course, you can also cultivate it yourself and make it to see your personal taste. I occasionally plant fruits that suit my taste in my own garden."
"Uh, is it free...is it free? Don't farmers use what they grow for money?"
"Haha, it is not appropriate for you to apply it to us with human society. Of course, there are growers here, but their planting is a personal hobby and a way of life. Letting others taste their own harvest can bring 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 the harvest with more compatriots."
Rozim nodded suddenly.
"It's actually like this, but what if... it's not enough to eat?"
"Ha, you're overconfident. The Soul of the World is the nemesis of hunger. If it wants, it can produce food that fills the entire planet at any time."
"This is amazing."
As he said that, he raised his legs and kicked Loken beside him.
"Your mechanical teaching is really a valuable thing! How many farmers in the empire are still using hoes to cultivate the land, and you can't even popularize tractors! It makes the empire famine everywhere!"
"What does it have to do with me... Besides, who can play tractors for those poor people on planets who don't poop? There are so many worlds in the Empire, and they all need tractors. Don't do anything to cast the world. Just producing tractors is busy enough, and who will bear the cost? They look like... Psychic tricks, Psychic energy is not as reliable as hoes, and why are you eating that full? As the saying goes, people only have one worries when they are not full, but once they eat full, they will have countless worries. It's good to be simple in the Empire."
Luo Ken's words made the surrounding Jinyu Guards look at him. Some just shook their heads, while others showed a playful smile. Rozim was too lazy to talk to Luo Ken anymore, and then asked the captain of Jinyu Guards curiously:
"Then aren't there either of your factories? There are no workers? There are so many ships and so many buildings, are they also grown by themselves?"
"In a sense, you are right. We do not have workers and factories. Those handicrafts, including personal products, are made by craftsmen or compatriots who are interested in manufacturing. In fact, most of the compatriots have the ability to make simple daily necessities and equipment regardless of their path or occupation. This is one of the interests cultivated in childhood, but they will have different emphasis when they become adults. And those professional makers and craftsmen are also willing to share what they create with others. Of course, the royal court also has an official production department, which will absorb excellent bone croakers and craftsmen to join them to create more stages for value and self-realization. In addition, there are believers of the craftsman gods, who regard manufacturing as a kind of practice and a belief, which must be compared. It is somewhat similar to the mechanical gods of human beings, but there is not such a distinct class division."
"It's a bit messy, I think about it...that is, people in you all work spontaneously, and then spontaneously...share? Just don't try anything? No, you seem to say what self-worth is and realize it? Tsk... no one wants to have a wealthy family or have something that others don't have? And... status?"
The Golden Feather Guard blinked, and changed from his slightly impatient attitude to seriousness, and looked at Rozim with a scrutiny.
"If other humans asked such questions, I would be disdainful, but Lord Doral said that you have an extraordinary relationship with Your Highness, then you must have a certain understanding of the history of our clan. Although the royal court does not have many harsh traditions and rules of abstinence like most arks, self-control is still the best way to keep our souls safe and pure."
"... Of course, it is not enough to rely solely on self-control. 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 clan, and to search for past archival and historical materials from various arks, virgin worlds, and even the world of old women as much as possible. These are preserved in the great museum. No matter what identity each resident will ensure that he goes to the great museum to study every once in a while, to understand why our clan prospered and why his clan declined, to understand how glorious our clan was and how miserable it is now. The stone tablets there are engraved with a sentence left by His Highness - learn from history 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 realistic question. Maybe you humans cannot imagine this, but for us, realizing our own value from the moment we are born is a way to explain life, especially in this painful period when our clan is on the verge of demise, realizing the collective value by realizing individual values ​​is the greatest meaning. Each individual works hard for the rejuvenation of race. This is not an unrealistic slogan or grand narrative. This is what is happening. Of course, it does not mean that everyone is really completely selfless, fame, status, and even power are still worth pursuing, but we give this decision to Your Majesty and Your Highness, because they are the creators of the royal court and the incarnation of the gods."
Rozim scratched his head and then asked carefully:
"Why did you choose to be this profession?"
"Because I am good at tracking and observing clues, and I am extremely convinced that the royal court will eventually complete the revival of the race, so that our descendants will no longer be threatened by the enemy. I was once a prodigal son of Comoros, and I didn't care about everything other than myself. I never knew what hope was. Therefore, from the moment I was born, I was told that we were a race without hope and future. But when I followed Lord Doral to the royal court and deeply understood history, I felt heartbroken and sighed day and night. We have lost too many things, not only our home, but also our spirit, our inheritance, the benevolence, righteousness, wisdom and courage taught by ancient sages, and strive for self-improvement. We are all lost..."
As he said that, the other party's voice suddenly increased, which scared Rozim.
Chapter completed!