Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

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The ink in the newly bought feather pen was not flowing smoothly, so Edward walked to the half-open window and swung it out, only to hear a gasp.

He looked down and saw a person hanging under the window sill, a person who should be in the Royal Private Hunting Ground of the Soran family. Her shoulder-length hair was sloppily tied up, and she was wearing a brown and white hunting suit today. The white straight pants and light gray leather boots made her figure look more heroic and more agile than usual.

"You found me." The wall-climbing girl smiled and flirted. The window sill was ten meters above the ground. Adela had one foot on the protruding hanging flower stand and the other foot hanging naturally. It didn't look like she was trying too hard, and she could even say she was calm and composed. "Then give me a hand!"

Edward closed the window and locked it from the inside.

The people outside the window were shouting, but the demon pretended not to hear them. He came to the bookshelf that took up an entire wall and said to a doll with dark gray hair in the corner: "Have you finished writing the essay questions?"

The puppet sat obediently at the small table next to the bookshelf, with an upright posture and no movement. There were only two lines of words written on the test paper in front of it.

Edward glanced at him, without any objection or affirmation, and asked him directly: "Do you want to handle it this way?"

"Then you are not suitable to open a factory, or even to be a plantation owner. If you work as a government employee, you will not be promoted because your conscience is too strong. Don't even think about doing business."

"I know this is wrong. No, this is right, but I can't make any money." Richard Ernst, a newly promoted saint who has been a demigod "puppet" for more than a month, answered with a stutter as if his throat was not oiled, groping for the correct way to act. "But this is good for the workers, and the company's reputation can be guaranteed. It's just that there will be a bit of loss..."

Edward did not comment: "The route to the southern continent has just been opened. A successful voyage will indeed bring more than ten times the profit. But if there is no powerful Beyonder to escort, at least half of the people will lose their lives during the voyage, and the ship damage rate will be as high as one-third. In this case, it is better to prioritize the interests of the company, and then divide the wages of the sailors and the fleet in proportion to the profits."

"You set a minimum wage and high pensions directly, which will make desperate sailors actively seek death. Not only that, but you also pay the wages before the voyage begins. This will make you unable to withstand risks. As long as the whole team is wiped out once, your company will collapse, and you will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish if you can't pay the wages and pensions."

"..." Richard thought for a moment, "I can swim."

Edward glanced at him and said, "I hope you will always have this optimistic attitude towards your future life."

"If you don't want to write, don't write. Tell me your idea, next question."

"Well... A has ten times the work efficiency, but B only has one. So, I think we can give the machine that can improve efficiency to B. In this way, the efficiency can be equalized, and it will be a win-win situation for both parties."

"You will really go bankrupt," Edward said. "Giving B only means the number goes from 1 to 10, but giving A means the number goes from 10 to 100. This is a quantitative change leading to a qualitative change. I don't think I need to teach you this simple math."

"But, you said in the title that something happened at B's home and they urgently need money." Richard frowned. "Isn't this a hint from you?"

"What does it have to do with you if something happens to your employees at home?"

A voice naturally joined in: "That's right, it's not like we didn't pay him. Of course we chose to give the machine to A. Even if B doesn't want a salary, you can only get 10 copies. But if you give it to A, even if it's a 50- split, you can still get copies directly. This is a huge profit. As long as B works hard and improves his efficiency a little, he will naturally make enough money."

Edward paused.

The demon and the puppet looked towards the roof together. After the tenacious hunter had opened the window to no avail, she had indomitable spirit and climbed in through the vent. She was sitting on the top of the long ladder of the bookshelf, looking down with her chin in her hand. The distance of five or six meters was enough for a Sequence 7 hunter to clearly see the contents of the test paper.

"Miss Adela Solon." Richard greeted her, but he didn't agree with her answer. "As a factory owner, shouldn't I consider the workers? I should help them."

Adela laughed harmlessly and jumped down from the ladder, landing right between Richard and Edward. She answered naturally and confidently, "The king has obligations to us only after paying taxes. You run a factory and pay your workers, so why would you have obligations to them? If you want to make money the fastest, you should buy some slaves. You don't even have to pay them, and they're cheap and can be bought everywhere."

Richard took a deep breath and answered seriously: "If I were to buy (he said the word with difficulty) slaves... I would not pay them wages."

"Yes, that would save a lot of money."

"But... I will calculate the value they generate for me, and if they make enough money, I will set them free."

Adela thought for a moment and clapped her hands: "Well, this plan can indeed raise the enthusiasm of the slaves to work, and your factory will surely develop in a very short time." Then she thought for a while and continued naturally, "Then are you worried about fulfilling the agreement? Indeed, if they regain their freedom, they will leave the factory or need to be paid wages, and the initial advantage will be gone. But it is also very simple, just let them work hard, increase the redemption price, and let them die of exhaustion before they make enough money."

"Mr. Gustav has vigorously developed steam technology. Now there are new factories and plantations everywhere. The unemployment rate in Intis has dropped suddenly. Compared with workers who will run away if they are not treated well, it is better to buy slaves to work safely! This will not only generate huge value, but also quickly replace the old ones! What a good idea, Richard, you are very smart!"

The color gradually drained from Richard's face.

"Teacher." He looked at Edward, who had been listening to their discussion silently, for help, and said with his last bit of strength, "Is this correct?"

"I won't judge. This is just an essay question. When you answer, you will have the answer in your mind."

Edward did not chase Adela away, which was unusual. This answer made Richard feel a little better, and he said, "Next question."

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After the Tarot meeting ended, Klein left the gray fog, picked up the pen filled with ink, and carefully considered the wording to write a letter to Maria.

"Dear Miss Maria... I am deeply moved by your trust in me and your love for the people of the East District... I have thought carefully about it and I am capable of accepting this commission, but I don't know to what extent I can do it... I will do my best to fulfill your requirements..."

Just as Klein was thinking seriously, he suddenly heard a phantom prayer voice. A male voice? Mr. Hanged Man, or Little Sun? Klein looked out the window at the gloomy sky, got up and went into the bathroom next door, locked the door, and walked four steps backwards to the top of the gray fog.

In that mysterious space, the towering ancient palace stood quietly, and the illusory male voices overlapped and echoed continuously.

Klein took a glance and confirmed that the prayer came from the little "Sun". He sat down in the position of "The Fool" and stretched out his right hand, spreading his spirituality and touching the corresponding crimson star.

Suddenly, the voice of prayer became clear enough and distinct in layers. Klein quickly understood what the "Sun" was talking about: the former captain of the exploration team next door who had met Amon suddenly lost control and strangely penetrated the seal and came to his room. Fortunately, the City of Silver took this seriously and had been on guard, otherwise it would have led to a tragedy.

The Sun believed that the other party’s loss of control would not be without reason. He guessed two possibilities. One was that his extraordinary path just met the needs of the descendants of the ancient sun god. The other was that the other party might have noticed the Tarot gathering and Mr. Fool’s secret attempt to pull people in.

As his thoughts raced, Klein's gaze on the prayer screen suddenly froze. A transparent, illusory figure was entangled around the blurry "sun"! He had hands and feet, but like a python, he twisted around the "sun" and his head was propped up behind the "sun"!

In the hazy picture, he was wearing a black classical robe, a pointed hat, and a crystal monocle on his face.

The "Sun" was completely unaware of all this!
…Klein almost gasped, frightened by the other party’s strange method.

He vaguely understood the other party's purpose: to "live" in the spirit body of the "Sun", wait for the next Tarot gathering, and sneak into the gray fog without anyone noticing, just like a virus or a Trojan horse!

At this moment, he finally understood what the angel fellow meant by "annoying and evil-minded thief". Being so "friendly" right from the start really opened Klein's eyes. Now he had to respond. Either quickly find a way to remove Amon from the body of "Sun", or temporarily exclude "Sun" from the Tarot gathering.

If Amon is not removed from the little sun, my control over this mysterious space might be taken away... What a "blasphemer"! Fortunately, the little "sun" was relatively simple and direct, and reported the matter to me immediately. Through the corresponding crimson stars and the power above the gray fog, I was able to discover his strange state...

Klein took a breath and tried to calm himself down. He looked at the items he had and soon came up with an idea.

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"I see. She successfully entrusted the project to Klein."

Edward reached out and touched the two owl familiars that were perched on the table, and then he swung back and forth leisurely on the old rocking chair filled with pillows and cushions. It was already dark outside, and the warm stove in the living room was burning brightly, with hot milk tea and cakes at hand.

"At the same time, Mr. A also accepted the commission from the Aurora Society? Haha, now things are getting interesting. They might run into each other. Maria doesn't need to ask Mr. A to be more careful. Is she worried that he might hurt Klein? I think Klein, whose companions are unknown and whose cards are unknown, is more dangerous... Mr. A hasn't spent any merits on the recorder's ability to record recently, so he must be very tight on money."

"That's good. Capin's men, together with Mr. A, can at least figure out some of Klein's secrets. It's a pleasant surprise."

“He” closed his eyes, as if listening to something. After a while, he spoke: “Klein—Zhou Mingrui, I think it is very likely that he is the backup of the Lord of Mysteries. Wasn’t this soul and memory also captured from Sefirah Castle? But it is also possible that it is a coincidence, or like the ancient sun god, he is the vessel and resurrection backup hand chosen by that god.”

"Yes, it's good to be a confused container all the time."

The rocking chair creaked, and He sat up. He looked through a tattered diary in his hand in the light of the fireplace. This diary was left over from Roselle's middle period, and the records in it were somewhat valuable. It mentioned the Twilight Hermits, Adam, and the Blasphemous Slate. This group of guys who liked to push the world's development behind the scenes did put a lot of effort into Roselle. Although he died in the end, Roselle's achievements were also quite satisfactory.

"The only problem is, how could the Lord of Mysteries make mistakes? His resurrection vessel actually has its own self, is not born with a high status, and currently has no signs of being occupied? This is incredible."

Zaratul's prophecy, the history of the Soran family and the plan before Roselle rose up, the ghost ship of the Terensost Empire in the legend of the Fourth Epoch, the Laurel that was filled with Balam's treasure and finally fell silent in the violent sea, and Nast Solomon, the king of the five seas...

Solomon.

Edward's eyes sharpened.

Then He curled his lips, turned to the next page, and continued to read Roselle's various nagging and complaints. Look, there is no Solomon now, there is only the super incomplete version in Roselle's spiritual imprint. Not to mention Solomon, Roselle doesn't even have one, who knows where he is in a dark grave. Whoever becomes the Black Emperor will die, and the one from Loen dares to try.

"If confirmed, it is basically certain that there are other people who are also preventing Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun from resurrecting, but their status is still uncertain."

It's so boring... The last 19 years of Doomsday were really hard to endure. Even though the barrier was already in danger, the people outside were still unwilling to take the lead, fearing that if something went wrong, they would be attacked by everyone and become a magical item. Doomsday had already collapsed before the battle even started.

But anyway, I have already waited so long, and waiting another nineteen years is just a matter of taking a nap. For eternal life, time has long lost its meaning and is just an infrequently used reference standard.

There are only nineteen years left until the end of my mission, so I should really take advantage of now to experience more of life and enjoy it more.

TBC
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There is no traitor, Adela's character is updated.

After a day of reading papers and materials, I didn’t take writing papers seriously enough

The whole thing is about the cold reality and the bloody and dirty primitive accumulation of capital.

(End of this chapter)