In short, Backlund's afternoons have a subtle sense of leisure, not because the pace of life here is slow enough, but because people who are not leisurely enough cannot appear on the street at this time.
The workers were either working overtime or taking a nap during the brief air raids. The unemployed poor and homeless were either queuing up outside the relief center or looking for a warm place to accumulate energy in order to pray for finding a new job next.
Work.
However, the situation was obviously different these days. While Snow was enjoying the rare warm sunshine in Backlund, noises came from afar.
The slightly chaotic slogans, the constantly rising and falling signs, and the long queue were like a passionate march suddenly breaking into a country tune, which suddenly diluted all the peaceful thoughts.
Those who can live in the West District are not the high-income proletariat who are dubbed the "middle class", but the real wealthy class. They have a lot of wealth, own land, manors, chambers of commerce, stocks, and many even simply
They are the owners of those factories in the factory area.
It can be said that if the demonstrations in other neighborhoods are to gain sympathy and attract attention, then here, the workers are demonstrating.
These factory owners may not have come to their senses yet, and may even wonder why the previous strike, which was limited to a few hundred people at most, has grown to such a large number now. They also do not understand why the bribery tactics that have been tried and tested in the past have no effect at all this time.
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But they knew that with such a large number of people, both the church and the nobles would probably react quickly.
Backlund is the capital, but it is also the largest industrial city in Loen. Among the millions of people here, how many are working-class families? It is still a few thousand now, will there be more in the future?
The factory owners are afraid, but the workers are constantly waving signs in their hands. Words such as "reasonable working hours" and "reasonable wages" are written on the wooden boards in ups and downs. Their eyes are completely different from before.
, as if it can tell that the team at this time is completely different from the previous petty fights.
Factory owners began to realize the seriousness of the problem and really began to take this so-called strike seriously. Hugh, standing in the crowd, was also keenly aware of the difference between today and the past.
The nerves that had been relaxed became tense again, and she clung tightly to Lavis's back, not even paying attention to the small thoughts from her friends.
Forsi also seemed to be aware of the abnormality in the atmosphere. As a well-known writer, her professional sense made her realize that if this strike was a script, then its contradictions and conflicts were about to come.
Snow, who was equipped with [No One Can See Through], just stood on the roadside, looking at [Glory] who was leading the team forward, added a layer of buff to him from a distance, and then turned around and left as if nothing happened.
.
He is not worried that this matter will attract scrutiny from the Orthodox Church, because it is already impeccable.
The [Persuasion Strengthening] Mr. [Glory] prays for is not a supernatural power such as brainwashing or hypnosis, but forcing the listeners to pay attention when he speaks.
It will not change the will of others, and naturally it cannot be detected. The reason why these workers joined the strike is simply because they understood the concept that Lavis told them while listening attentively -
They understand what class is, what capital is, and what proletariat is.
The workers of this era are the real proletarians. They have nothing, so they have the power to cut off everything.
After understanding Lavis's soul-piercing ideas, all workers spontaneously joined the march and spread his words to more workers.
From a factory building, to a factory area, to an entire factory.
In just three days, Lavis's strike team has expanded to thousands of people, covering three large factories, and it can be expected that as the demonstration continues, more workers will inevitably join.
And the source of all this is just a book that Snow passed on to Lasvi through a ceremony——
"The Current Situation of the Working Class in Loen"
Yes, it is not a more lethal manifesto, nor is it the more famous "Das Kapital", because the current Luen workers cannot understand that kind of thing, but the content of this book can make any worker
Classes all feel the same way, because that's what happened to them.
Sometimes, knowledge is more useful than extraordinary abilities.
…
Seeing Mr. [Glory]'s career slowly getting on the right track, the corners of Snow's lips slightly raised. Compared to Mr. [Victory], who was determined to become the Sword God of Shilipo, the changes brought about by Mr. Glory made him more confident.
Sense of achievement.
He walked to Mordred's house with a relaxed pace and started today's training. To be honest, this Mordred did have two brushes. With the learning ability of Pavlov's dog, he spent three days.
God actually hasn't exhausted his skills yet.
Until the evening, when Snow returned home and was about to go to bed with a glass of hot milk, layers of prayers suddenly sounded in his ears...
"A traveler from far away time and space, you are the contradictory spiral of logic and wisdom; you are the reflection of knowledge, the backside of truth..."
...Push forward some time...
"It's almost digested. Well, that guy said before that he had a recipe for a happy potion. I don't know what he will be asked to do again this time... He hasn't contacted me for almost a week. According to the previous interval, at most
In three more days, he will probably cause me some trouble...I don't know what he will do this time..."
In Tingen City, Triss felt the digestion progress of her potion, with a beautiful smile on her face. She was playing with her hair while thinking about her next action.
Ever since she learned that it was possible to transform back into a man, Triss was full of motivation for promotion, but thinking about the next stage of happiness, Triss was a little distressed...
"Well, it seems it's time to leave Tingen." Triss thought in her mind and came to the dressing table to sort out her clothes.
Although Tingen has returned to its former peace after the incident of the Evil God's Children, Triss does not intend to stay here. She wants to find a more inconspicuous place, buy a small manor, and raise two or three people.
The cute maid, and then...
"You have such a cute smile! It seems like you are having a good time these days, right?"
A numbing voice suddenly appeared next to her. Triss's pupils suddenly shrank, her expression suddenly stiffened, and she slowly turned her head to see an extremely graceful woman standing behind her.
"How did you..."
Triss was about to get up, but found that she was completely unable to move, and the woman slowly came to her, and gently raised her chin with cold and tender fingers——
"You rely too much on extraordinary abilities! Don't forget, I was once a witch..."
