Beckland's afternoon was simply a subtle leisure, not because the pace of life here was slow enough, but because people who were not leisurely enough could not appear on the street at this point in time.

Workers either work overtime or catch a short air strike to sleep for an afternoon. The unemployed poor and homeless people either line up outside the relief center or find a warm place to accumulate physical strength in order to pray that they can find a new job in the future.

However, the situation is obviously a little different these days. While Snow was enjoying the precious sunshine of Beckland, the noise came from afar.

The slightly messy slogans, the ever-rolling signs, and the long queues seemed to suddenly break into the passionate march in the rural tune, which suddenly diluted all the quiet thoughts and thoughts.

Those who can live in the West District are not the high-income proletariats named "middle class", but the real rich class. They have a lot of wealth, own land, manors, chambers of commerce, stocks, and even many are just the owners of factories in the factory area.

It can be said that if the parade in other neighborhoods is to gain sympathy and attract attention, then the workers here are demonstrating.

These factory owners may not have come back to their senses, and they may even wonder why the strike, which was only a few hundred people at most, had developed to such a large number now. They did not understand why the tried and tested bribery tactics this time had no effect at all.

But they knew that with such a number of people, both the church and the nobles would probably react quickly.

Beckland is the capital, but it is also the largest industrial city in Roon. How many of the millions of people here are working families? There are still a few thousand now, will there be more in the future?

The factory owners were afraid, but the workers kept waving the signs in their hands. Words such as "reasonable working hours" and "reasonable salary" were written on the wooden boards to rise and fall. The eyes that were completely different from the past seemed to tell that the team at this time was completely different from those small fights before.

Factory owners began to realize the seriousness of the problem and really began to pay attention to this so-called strike. The rest of the city, standing among the crowd, also keenly realized the difference between today and the past.

The nerves that had already relaxed a little tense again, she tightened her body behind Ravis, and she didn't even pay attention to whether the thoughts came from her friends.

Fors seemed to have noticed the abnormality of the atmosphere. As a well-known writer's professional sense of smell made her realize that if this strike was a script, then its contradictions and conflicts would be coming.

Snow, who was carrying [No one can see through], stood on the side of the road, looking at [Glory] who was leading the team forward, added a layer of buff to him from afar, and then turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

He was not worried that this incident would attract scrutiny from the Church of Orthodox God, because it was impeccable.

[Glory] The [Persistence Reinforcement] that Mr. prays for is not an extraordinary power such as brainwashing or hypnosis, but a force that listeners are required to concentrate on listening when they speak.

It will not change the will of others, and naturally it will not be found out. The reason why these workers joined the strike was simply because they understood the concept that Ravis told them while listening attentively.

They understood what class is, what capital is, and what proletariat is.

The workers of this era are true proletarians, and they have nothing, so they have the power to cut off everything.

After understanding Ravis's concept of hitting the soul, all the workers spontaneously joined the march and spread his words to more workers.

From a factory building, to a factory area, to a whole factory.

In just three days, Ravis' strike team had expanded to thousands, which had covered three large factories, and it was expected that as the march continued, more workers would inevitably join.

And the source of all this is just a book passed to Lasvi through the rituals-

"The Current Situation of the Working Class of Ruen"

Yes, it is not a more lethal declaration, nor is it a more famous "Das Kapital", because the Ruen workers now cannot understand that kind of thing, but the content of this book can make any working class empathize, because it is what happened to them.

Sometimes, knowledge is more useful than extraordinary ability.

...

Seeing Mr. [Glory]'s career slowly getting on the right track, Snow's mouth raised slightly. Compared to Mr. [Victory]'s guy who made up his mind to be the Sword God of Shilipo, the changes Mr. Honor made made him feel more accomplished.

He came to Mordred's house with relaxed steps and started today's training. To be honest, Mordred does have two tricks. With the learning ability of the Paplov dog, it took three days to squeeze out his skills.

Until the evening, when Snow returned home and planned to go to bed with a cup of hot milk, layers of prayers suddenly sounded in his ears...

"You are a traveler from a distant time and space, you are the spiral of contradiction between logic and wisdom; you are the reflection of knowledge, the back of truth..."

...Put it a while ago...

"It's almost digested. Well, that guy said before that he had a happy potion recipe. I don't know what he would be called to do this time... He hasn't contacted me for almost a week. According to the previous interval, at most three days, he should have caused me some trouble... He doesn't know what he's going to do this time..."

In Tingen, Tris felt the digestion progress of her potion, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face. She played with her hair while thinking about her next action.

Since knowing that it is possible to become a man, Tris has been full of motivation for promotion, but when he thinks that the next stage is joy, Tris is a little distressed...

"Well, it seems that it's time to leave Tingen." Tris thought in his heart and came to the dressing table to sort out her clothes.

Although Tingen has returned to his former peace after experiencing the incident of the evil god's descendants, Tris did not intend to stay here. She wanted to find a more inconspicuous place, buy a small manor, raise two or three cute maids, and then...

"You're so cute laughing! It seems that you've been doing well during this period?"

A voice that made people numb all over her body suddenly appeared beside her. Tris' pupils suddenly tightened, her expression froze suddenly, she slowly turned her head and saw a woman with a very graceful appearance standing behind her.

"Why are you..."

Tris was about to get up, but she found that she was completely unable to move, but the woman slowly came to her and gently lifted her chin with her cold and tender fingers-
Chapter completed!