Everyone's eyes were attracted by the small box in Drake's hand. A delicate brooch was placed in a mahogany box.

"Please, I think this brooch will definitely complement Miss Rose's beauty." Drake was still trying hard to promote his brooch.

Elizabeth took the box and played with the brooch carefully.

"It's quite simple. I think the gem in the middle is the core of this brooch."

"Yes, but when used with the main body of the brooch, there are runes engraved on the back of the petals that look like embellishments. It takes a saint to carve carefully for several days to achieve a perfect creation."

Speaking of this, Drake felt a little guilty. Sacred objects must indeed be made at the saint level or above, but the price depends on the specific materials and functions used.

"Mr. Sailor, you said this brooch has a moisturizing function?" Elizabeth was obviously more interested in the function.

"Yes, it not only prevents your skin from drying out easily, but also reduces the temperature within a yard of the wearer by a few degrees in summer." In Drake's opinion, such a function is useless except for cooling.

"Why is it only a B-class sacred object with such a powerful function?"

Strong? Perhaps for women, moisturizing is more worth spending money on than an indestructible blade. Annick thought of the scalpel on his waist. If it didn't have extremely strong side effects, this knife should be at least Grade A.

"Maybe people in the world don't understand its function. The side effect is that long-term wearing requires drinking a lot of water."

Annick heard that this was a balancing act. It was a useless function and the price was negligible.

"I want it. Mr. Sailor, how much do you want it for?"

"At 800 pounds, I believe this is the cheapest relic you can find."

"Really? What a bargain." Elizabeth quickly took out her wallet after hearing this.

Although she couldn't see the denomination clearly through the fog, Elizabeth quickly counted eighty bills and handed them to Drake.

"Miss Rose, how can you be sure that these eighty sheets are all ten pounds in cash?" Annick asked.

"It's very simple, I have ten pounds in cash in my wallet."

The scene was completely silent. Annick still underestimated the arrogance of Miss Rose.

"Ahem, Mr. Detective, are you free now?" Martin asked tentatively.

"Mr. Tianping, your free clinic activity went well." Annick noticed Mr. Tianping who didn't say anything today. "It went pretty well. I recently encountered a new type of political party. They asked me for your opinion on an issue."

"Say, maybe we can all help."

Martin rubbed his hands and said, "I'll just give you a simple question. Why don't the fishermen have enough fish and the bakers don't have enough bread?"

"Haha, someone has realized the division of labor and distribution in society. Mr. Martin, a very simple explanation. If a baker can only make bread, where does the flour come from? Where does a fishing boat and fishing net come from."

"Bought with money." After saying it, Martin realized what the problem was.

"Yes, if everyone does a job together and shares food together, then the social level can only stay at the most primitive clan. Many black tribes in the southern continent are still in this state. Is this society better than that of Dunland?"

Annick said slowly and calmly.

"So the progress of society must have the right people doing the right things, right?" Elizabeth understood what Annick meant.

"This is an inevitable product. Even in the earliest primitive tribes, the advantage of men's strength naturally brought about the task of hunting, while women's meticulousness is more suitable for gathering. If everyone goes hunting together, if they fail to catch something, the result will be

We are not going hungry together." Annick gave a very simple example.

"So the wrong people who don't fish have to fish, and the people who fish don't get what they deserve, but that's the big problem." Martin concluded.

"It's hard to measure the contribution of work." Drake added.

"Yes, if this world only has problems that can be solved by physical labor, and there are no differences between people. Then the distribution is very simple, just distribute the results according to the intensity and time of the work. But for example, a detective like me maintains

How should the work of social order be distributed?”

Martin scratched his head when he heard this, "So currency is a tool used to measure the results of different people's work?"

"It can be said that the problem in your Dunland is that some nobles and the Holy See have taken away too much social wealth, and many people who could have been engineers and professors have no room for further development because of the church's tithe tax."

"That is to say, the division of labor in society has not been done well, and the distribution has not been done well, right?"

"It can be said that most social problems can be attributed to two problems." Annick deliberately played off.

"Those two?"

Annick took out a coin and threw it up. He tried to catch it handsomely, but then the coin hit his head and rolled down the table.

"Ahem, don't care about the details." If you fail to pretend, it will be embarrassing. Annick tried to pretend that nothing happened. "Most social problems are nothing more than where the past comes from and how to spend money."

"Then should I learn from those new political parties to promote your idea of ​​social division of labor?" Martin asked actively after hearing this.

"No, you should continue to follow the path of laying a solid foundation. I did not invent the theory of social division of labor."

“Shouldn’t a correct theory be implemented immediately?”

This Mr. Balance was even more silly and sweet than Miss Rose, so he had to continue to explain patiently.

"What you said will touch the cake of many people. The problem of Dunland is difficult to solve without letting them cut the flesh. What is the simplest solution at this time." Annick tried to enlighten Mr. Balance.

"Solve the person who asked the question." Elizabeth answered directly.

"Miss Rose is right. Either use power or money to tempt you to give up raising questions, or directly deal with you, the person who raised the questions."

"I also agree with what Mr. Detective said. I think you have the strength of a saint or can only try to show off your talents after becoming a regional bishop." Drake found that his core position in the meeting was not guaranteed, and he immediately highlighted his presence.

feel.

"Then that's it for today. Goodbye, distinguished administrator, and gentlemen." Seeing that there was no topic in this discussion, Elizabeth decisively proposed to end the topic.

"By the way, Mr. Tianping, you are working on the ancient text in the church. I hope you can bring a handwritten copy next time." It was not until the end of the meeting that Annick remembered to continue to pursue clues about the Tianyan Sect.

"Sorry, I'm too busy this week." Martin then remembered that he had also forgotten his promise to Mr. Detective.

"There will be advance notice before the next meeting." Guangqiu was also ready to end the meeting.

"Wait a minute." Annick shouted loudly.

"Huh?" A question mark appeared on Guangqiu's face.

Annick quickly squatted under the table and touched the 1 far new coin that had just fallen on the ground.

"Found it, it's over."
Chapter completed!