Mysterious Catastrophe

He put away his ID card, carried his suitcase, and walked into the dock area.

Looking at the mighty flow of people and the Dosom River where all kinds of sewage and garbage are floating, I am a little lost.

Half a month has passed since the last showdown with the 'Secret Keeper'.

And his research on the anomalies in Ko Ni's body failed shamefully...

After all, it is the authority of a senior, and it is not so easy to research it.

After confirming that no progress could be made, Aaron threw Koni back to Doris who had finally come back by steam train, and he came to Pulmouth alone.

As for this identity?Naturally, some villain of Aaron's random choice.

Yes, Imperial ID cards are hard to forge, but they can be replaced!

On the way here, he saw that this middle-aged man named Pala was a businessman on the surface, but secretly practiced invisible spells, and when he was about to sacrifice a pair of twins, he killed him directly and obtained the identity of the other party. .

Although according to Doris, the "Cat Lady" is very grateful to him and is willing to provide some help within his ability, such as forging a real and reliable identity certificate, but Aaron still thanked him indifferently.

He never liked to pin his safety on others.

The identification card provided by the cat lady may be more convenient, but it is especially dangerous in case the Persian cat is arrested.

And, what if the other party wants to betray the 'Feathered Serpent'?

Therefore, you still have to trouble yourself a little.

As long as the corpses and traces are completely destroyed, the only way to reveal the clues is to have the possibility of exposure.

After walking out of the dock area, looking at the tall buildings on both sides that could be called skyscrapers, Aaron raised his eyebrows: "Sure enough, it is much more developed than the other Pulmouth... But, why does it feel more depressing than the other Pulmouth? ?”

Both sides of the street are fairly clean, not even beggars and homeless people.

According to the Empire Act, travelers whose residence permits have expired cannot stay in Pulmouth, let alone those homeless people. Anyway, once they show up, they will be taken away immediately and never come back...

As far as Aaron saw, most of those people who were in a hurry were yellow and thin, and they didn't seem to be well nourished, probably often hungry.

He was walking down a street when he heard commotion.

The shops on both sides closed their doors one after another, and the windows were closed tightly, and passers-by nervously avoided the two sides.

"what happened?"

He grabbed a clerk who was trying to escape and asked curiously.

"Front... there's a bakery riot ahead..." the young clerk yelled nervously, "Riots and marches...the marches are coming!"

Not long after, the sound of messy and heavy footsteps sounded.

Aaron saw a dense crowd of people, and a large number of marchers came over.

Most of them were ragged, some didn't even wear trousers, men and women, they looked like coolies on the docks or nearby workers.

While roaring, they raised their right hands high, chanting slogans such as bread and milk, and walked past the main road like a black angry dragon.

And at the next traffic intersection, there was already a team of patrolmen blocking it. They had piled up a fort made of sandbags familiarly, and even set up machine guns...

"One last time, a serious warning, immediately stop your actions against the empire!"

A police officer shouted with a tin horn, but the fanatical crowd had already wrapped up the front group and rushed to the intersection.

"shot!"

Boom!

Da da!

After a burst of gunfire, the parade team dropped corpses and ran around like birds and beasts.

Patrolmen in black yelled and cursed, arresting people everywhere.

"Let's go, or we won't be able to tell if we are caught."

The clerk screamed and ran away.

Aaron stepped forward and followed behind him. The two hid in an alley. Hearing the quiet voice nearby, the clerk couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief: "Are you a foreigner?"

"Yes, my name is Palla, a small businessman from out of town..." Aaron seemed to be weighing his words: "I didn't expect to see such a crazy scene when I first arrived in Pulmouth... Are those unemployed workers?"

"Yes, they are not homeless, but they are dying... My name is Luis!"

Louis reached out and shook Aaron's hand.

"Why?" Aaron asked his own question.

"Nowadays, the factories pay daily wages, because the workers need today's wages to buy dinner... However, the price of the bakery has recently increased, and the unemployed workers can't afford bread, and they don't want to starve to death, so they can only rob the bakery , and then developed into a commotion..."

Louis sighed.

"No, I'm just curious...why is the parade still going on?" Aaron corrected blankly.

Chapter 441 Intense

In this world, power is out of balance.

In a world where supernatural power exists, ordinary people are powerless to resist power.

Even Aaron can easily think of a hundred ways to prevent demonstrations and riots - such as arranging large-scale ceremonies in slums, continuously strengthening the residents' sense of order and obedience, so that they will not dare to violate the laws of the empire even if they starve to death at home !

From the perspective of mysticism, this is something that can be done completely.

But the parade happened. Although the suppression was effective, every time it happened, it would irritate the rest of the people and leave wounds in their hearts.

Even if the wound heals, there will be scars left, gradually corroding the foundation of the empire's rule.

"I... I don't know, isn't this normal? I can't live anymore, so I have to change my way of life..."

Louis scratched his head, completely confused about what Aaron was talking about.

"Also... As a friend, I'll treat you to a drink, anyway."

Aaron offers his own advice.

"Well... my boss's store is on this street, and it will definitely not open today."

When Louis heard drinking, his eyes began to light up: "I know a beer hall, the bacon sausage there guarantees that you will never forget it..."

……

Rye beer hall.

Only the cheapest rye beer is served here, and the customers who come here seem to be from the lower classes, but the business is good.

Because it was daytime, Aaron and Louis occupied a round table against the wall, ordered bacon sausage and other specialties, and drank beer slowly.

"We can't go on like this... The failure of the proposal of the "Affirmative Rights Act" last month means that those big capitalists who have been transformed from big aristocrats have completely abandoned us...they are even more hateful than the original land aristocracy, and the land aristocracy will The serfs regarded them as their own property, with a last trace of tenderness, while their factories only knew how to greedily devour the flesh and blood of workers, and drove them away whenever they got sick, without paying a single penny!"

On the bar of the beer hall, a young man jumped onto the bar and was shouting loudly: "Unite, force the factory owners to bow their heads, and let the parliament pass the bill... If it is not passed, we will go on strike and march... The failures in the past are just not strong enough. powers, expand the third level of parliament, and we also have our own voting rights!"

"Who are those people?"

Aaron held a huge beer glass, blowing the hops on it, and pointed to the young man who was giving a speech.

"A group of middle-class and even bottom-class self-proclaimed social activists... They have gone to school and know knowledge, but live in a slum. They know what the bottom-level people want. Many people are persuaded by them, but the result is often not Great."

Louis took a big sip of beer and explained with a sigh: "Oh... there is an organization among them called the 'Hatless' Alliance..."

"That's the League of the Poor?" Aaron's expression was solemn. This kind of alliance is very scary. Because he can't even afford to wear a hat, he has nothing to lose.

"Yes, most of them are poor people, as well as lawyers and doctors who sympathize with the poor... and they also received some social donations and funding." Louis continued to drink and sigh...

Aaron sees a man overwhelmed by the forces of life, looking for momentary solace only in alcohol.

It didn't take long before Louis passed out drunk on the table.

'Drinking beer will make you drunk, who gave you the courage to come to the tavern?Or...you just want to get drunk and escape reality? '

Aaron glanced at him contemptuously, looking at the man speaking to himself.

'Can get social donations, when the Imperial Bureau of Suppression is blind?And today's parade...'

'Obviously, there is a powerful force secretly supporting this group of people. '

'There is no power that comes out of thin air, is it the Church of the Sun? '

There is nothing new under the sun, and there is only one force in the entire continent that can make the empire helpless!

"The conflict between kingship and theocracy... yes, power is a beast, and there is no room for two tigers on one mountain. Since there are no rivals in the world, we can only fight among ourselves..."

Aaron was keenly aware of the delicate state of the upper echelons of the empire.

And... social conflicts that are as intense as a powder keg.

"Damn...won't such a big empire distribute the benefits of colonization and plunder to the poor?"

But when Aaron thought about some countries that were called empires in his previous life, he suddenly understood: "It's really not possible...whether it is a big capitalist or a big nobleman, they would rather pour milk into the sea and change money into gold and lock it in the vault. They will not share anything with the mud legs, they will just sit back and watch the poor lose their jobs and starve to death, die of illness, at most do charity, and shed a few drops of crocodile tears... want to eat meat from their bowls without bleeding , How can it be possible to fight a fierce battle?"

"Besides, the church is fanning the flames and fueling the flames... The contradictions in this world are more intense and treacherous."

While solving his own meal problems, Aaron listened to the guy's impassioned speech, and probably figured out the upper-level structure of Invensys today.

Unlike his own history, in Invensys, the three levels of parliament held all the power.

Among them, the representatives of the first-level council are His Majesty the Emperor and the priests and monks of the Church of the Sun!

No way, who made the one worshiped by the Church of the Sun win a great victory in this history...

As for the second-level parliament, the members are mainly hereditary nobles.

It was the third level of parliament that included factory owners, big merchants, bankers, and theoretically all citizens of the empire.

Of course, since those poor people have to go to work every day to ensure that they will not starve to death, they have no time to participate in any parliamentary activities, so the third-level parliament is mainly dominated by capitalists.

However, it should be noted that some landed nobles were attracted by capital and gradually turned into big capitalists. They were called the 'liberals' among the nobles.

In addition, some nobles who are in debt due to poor land income or luxurious life are often bought by capital... Therefore, those capitalists also have considerable influence in the second-level parliament.

'If this continues...sooner or later the empire will be controlled by capital, but in Invens, where the true god exists, that's it...among the three levels of parliament, the first level council holds the greatest power! '

'Sure enough, it's still a struggle between theocracy and kingship! '

'In addition, capital is attached to the empire, exploiting workers more cruelly, and even some newspapers that promote freedom and equality have been banned one after another because of the empire's high-handed policy... The contradictions have already intensified to a terrible level, but it is useless. If the civilians dare to resist, they will be suppressed immediately! '

'Without the final scruples, the madness and greed of capital are fully revealed! '

Chapter 442 Kindness

Aaron knew a long time ago that the extraordinary world he created was hopeless for ordinary people!

The root cause of no equality between people is the absolute power inequality after the great power is attributed to oneself!

If there is no supernatural power, ordinary people who are driven to a dead end would even dare to risk their lives with capitalists, nobles, and even the emperor.

And the result is that under the wave of attacks, the capitalists will be crowned and the emperor will bleed, or at least force them to give in.

After all, we are all ordinary people, we will die if we are injured, there is no difference in strength, and the oppressed are always the majority!

Most people unite to be strong!

But after adding extraordinary power, everything is different.

Even if ordinary people are forced to a dead end and take a gun to try their best, they may not be able to hurt the superior one in the slightest.

For example, that steel tycoon, even if he is not an Extraordinary, he can hire an Extraordinary to protect him!

The power held by a few people is a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than the combination of most people!

This is the reality of the Invensys Empire!

'After the scruples are gone, the factory's daily wages have been squeezed to the limit, and it can only allow an adult to buy black bread to eat... But the workers still have families, so they have to save food for their children, so Most of the workers are hungry...'

"Not to mention, the big merchants also colluded with the nobles, wantonly hoarded food, and raised prices to make huge profits..."

"There are also technological advancements and the use of various large-scale machinery, which has led to a large number of female textile workers being unemployed... and there are too many street girls, the competition is fierce, and the price has dropped to the point where even a prostitute can't survive..."

'And then the empire is still wantonly raising taxes...'

Listening to the speech, Aaron felt astonished.

'Unfortunately... In such an empire, without the support of the upper echelon, any change will inevitably fail. '

'Even the previous parade and little chaos were probably due to the tacit approval and support of the church, and they were demonstrating against the royal family...and, in the end, they were also resolved cleanly. '

He took out the money to pay the bill, put on his hat, and walked out of the beer hall, walking casually along the street.