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Chapter 35 The Last Glory of Nobility
What is a pauper?
The lowest class in society.

Or, the bottom of the bottom.

The empire still called it a commoner.

However, whether they are civilians or poor people is not just a matter that can be determined by a title.

The poor have no place,

They are rusty screws, rotten bread, useless people.

They have nothing but a life.

"No one will give a poor job a good job, because it is a matter of course. If a good job is given to the poor, what will the common people like themselves do?"

"They're left with the worst, worst jobs, but not every poor person accepts that."

"If you refuse to be a consumable, then you will naturally have nothing."

"That's why they come to this bar and do some despicable things."

Yano took a sip of his wine and said calmly.

There are classes in this world,

The emperor is higher than the nobles, the nobles are higher than the officials, the officials are higher than the merchants, and the merchants are higher than the common people.
As for the lowest-level civilians, they must be separated into another lower-level category,

A foot on someone's head hurts even more if it's not on top of them.

And as long as you step on another person's head, the pain of this foot will be transferred to the person under your feet.

And, you can get pleasure from it.

"What people are most happy with is never to see that they are happier than others."

"It's about seeing others less fortunate than yourself."

Arno glanced around,

Whether it's Louis who is like a dead dog now,

Or that lady with a blushing face staring at her with fiery eyes.

Although they are all members of the empire, they all exist in this small bar at the same time.

However, the invisible class between them still exists.

"For the Empire, there is no difference between the commoner and the pauper."

"Because the Empire has no will, it's just a dead thing, a concept."

"But people are automatically divided into classes. They have been doing this for millions of years."

After learning of the existence of the Pauper Rebellion, Arno quickly understood everything.

people are equal,
But some people are more equal than others.

This is the rule that the world has run for countless years.

"What you said is really complicated."

"It's not that I don't understand."

When Evie heard the word "poor" from Arno's mouth, she already understood it.

After all, she was engaged in intelligence, and of course she was clear about the intricate division of forces in the capital.

"But, what does that have to do with what you're doing?"

she asked again.

"Have you ever heard of the ghetto?"

Yano didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

When Evie heard the name, her pupils shrank.

Arno noticed this small change.

"It seems that you know."

"I don't know exactly what kind of slum area exists, because there is no such administrative area in the documents of the empire."

"But I guess, it's just a place where the poor gather, a place in a dark corner of the entertainment district or commercial district that no one wants to go near."

Evie was silent.

It was obvious from her reaction that Arno was right.

Even the poor need a place to live.

And in the corners of each area, there will always be a place where you can huddle with mice to keep warm.

Together, these places are called "slums".

"So, you want those men to mix into the slums?"

Evie asked in a low voice.

Not every poor person lives in a slum,
Like those men just now, they obviously made their living in the entertainment area.

But although they don't live in the ghetto, the ghetto only receives people like them.

The harder it is for people to live, the easier it is to unite and be extremely exclusive.

"You're right, that's my plan."

"What are you trying to do? The slums should have nothing to do with our plans."

"Who said it's irrelevant."

Yano smiled, put his arms around Evie's neck, and pulled her face close to his own.

Both sides can even feel each other's breath.

"If you want to accomplish our ultimate goal and help Nuoya, then you have to do what I say."

"Don't ask too much, don't know too much, just do it."

"It's good for both of us."

Yano's voice was very low,
His breath hit Evie's face, making her heart beat faster.

As a result, Evie didn't listen to what Yano said.

She was just upset and didn't know what to say.

But Yano took her silence as a default and smiled with satisfaction.

boom!
At this moment,

The bar door was kicked open.
A dozen heavily armed men in black rushed into the bar at once, pointing their assault rifles at everyone.

Their movements and standing positions are very professional, not only leaving no room for people to escape, but also ensuring that they can cover everyone with firepower at once.

Even Yano, if he didn't think of a way, but used violence directly, he would be smashed into a sieve in an instant.

"Louis!"

After the men in black, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Louis lying on the ground, his face was bloody and unconscious, his face immediately turned livid.

"Who! Who did it, stand up for me!"

The middle-aged man's tiger eyes were full of killing intent, and he roared angrily.

His anger can be felt even 800 meters away.

It seems that he is a child who dotes on his father.

In this case, it will be easier to handle.

Arno's mood changed quickly,

He immediately let go of those messy thoughts of commoners and poor people, patted Evie, and winked at her.

Evie got away from her messy thoughts, glanced at the situation on the field, and immediately understood.

She walked quickly to Louis' side, lifted him up roughly, took out a gun from her bosom, and pointed it at Louis' temple.

Just pull the trigger lightly, and this drunk young man will immediately become a ghost in the bar.

"Everyone, put down your weapons."

Evie said coldly.

Yano looked at Evie's nimble movements, smiled lightly and added another glass of wine.

Sure enough, as he thought.

This Prudys of Louis is the Prudys he knows.

He hadn't used the character card that he got after completing the mission, and he met the real master directly.

It was not in vain that he wasted his time beating up Louis and bringing Alexander Prudis over.

"Who are you? Let go of my son, so I can let you live."

When Alexander saw the gun in Evie's hand, his expression changed suddenly. He suppressed the anger and panic in his heart, and said in a low voice.

"I said, put down your weapons."

Evie emphasized again.

Alexander's mouth twitched.

"Ma'am, I think you may not know who I am."

"I am the senior instructor of Sword Knight Academy, Alexander Prudis."

"If you offend me, you can imagine the consequences."

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your family."

"As long as you put down your weapon now, I can still pretend that nothing happened."

Alexander thought that the other party should be afraid now.

It’s not surprising that he thinks so, after all, the academies have a detached status within the empire,

Ordinary people don't talk about seeing them in person, even just hearing the name will feel a little in awe.

Unfortunately, he was facing Evie.

For Evie, Sword Knight Academy and the like are not important.

What matters is the man Alexander Prudis.

No wonder, she was familiar with Louis Prudis when she heard it.

Now Evie finally remembered.

Alexander Prudis, Senior Tutor of Sword Knight Academy.

At the same time, he is also a member of the aristocratic conservative faction, and one of the few people in the conservative faction who still has real power.

He and his status are the last twilight of the imperial nobility.

(End of this chapter)