The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 73 Digging Their Roots

"The successive dreams seem to have deepened the pollution of the fallen mother goddess..."

Slowly heaved a sigh of relief, and when his spirit was no longer tense, Ai Wen immediately stopped the technical school teacher behind him, who was trying to step up to the rescue, with his ferocious expression, which made the other party stunned and at a loss.

Then, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"The extraordinary incident of the Tingen City Institute of Technology has long been classified as a murder case after being eliminated by the parish contingent of the Heart of the Machine, but now it has been brought up again. It is hard to say that there is no influence of those noble councilors."

"After all, they first cut off my wings in Tingen City, and at the banquet last night, I rejected the 'good intentions'."

"It's me who think too simply of the plan to promote the development of the times, and think of those rentiers too kindly!"

With a chuckle, Aiwen suddenly raised his voice, and said loudly to the discussing crowd:
"As I mentioned before, industrial technology has brought convenience and superiority, but in the same way, it will also bring a new set of problems."

"With the development of the times, small workshops inherited from family and master-apprentice will gradually be replaced by larger factories. The unemployed and bankrupt are organized like soldiers and sent to factories to produce various industrial products."

"After receiving the meager salaries, the landlords, shopkeepers, and even gangsters couldn't wait to reach out to their pockets, and finally spent all their salaries in exchange for only a little bit of the industrial products they had produced. Day after day, year after year Year after year, until they are unprotected and seriously ill, drained of their last worth, unable to work anymore..."

Having said that, Ivan raised his right hand, slowly stretched out a finger, and continued to say loudly:

"So at this moment, under the witness of everyone, I want to make a promise, or a little change."

"First: From the day the flashlight factory starts operating, the families of all those who lost their lives in the murder at the Technical School in Tingen will receive a salary until the day they retire."

"Wow!"

The dense crowd on the playground began to shake, and they couldn't imagine how Evan Stimson, who was also a victim, would make such a promise.

Is there really something hidden in the murder case?
Could it be that Evan Stimson, as a witness, has a disturbed conscience?
But as the crowd became more restless, Ivan stretched out his second finger and threw a blockbuster between his openings, which made them quiet down abnormally.

"Second: All employees working in the factory will implement an 8-hour work system, with an average weekly working time of no more than 44 hours. Those who need to extend their working hours due to special reasons will not exceed 3 hours a day. It will exceed 36 hours, and the corresponding overtime pay will be paid."

"In terms of salary, it will be strictly implemented in accordance with the standard of [-]% above the average salary of Tingen City. In addition to the basic salary, key positions will implement a piece-based commission."

"Finally, if one day I leave here, the factory will no longer deduct workers' wages, and can give generous vacations and good protection. I think you remember that it is not because of some people's conscience, but because I have been here and done Made a promise!"

The sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the silent podium, leaving the teachers and students who were used to all kinds of exploitation and oppression stunned.

Among them, the students belonging to the Tingen Technical School are mostly from ordinary employees or workers' families. They have long seen tired parents moaning and moaning in pain because of salary deduction or occupational diseases after get off work.

Some of them have been reduced to child labor since childhood. With the change they saved from food and frugality, they are eager to learn more knowledge in technical schools, get rid of the lowest jobs, get better salaries, and live a decent life.

But the fact is that in this era when the public examination system has not yet been implemented and the ancient nobles are still decent, even though Emperor Roselle advocated the development of science and technology, promoted medical and health care, established universities, and forcibly promoted literacy education, he has changed the lives of countless people. destiny.

But he had already fallen for a long time, and fell under the butcher knife of the Holy See and nobles.

The proletarians have not yet received the baptism of blood and fire. No matter how hard the people at the bottom of the pyramid try to climb up, they can only bow their heads in the huge class gap that looks like a chasm.

I finally understand that a prince is a prince after all. Even if the prince who falls in the sky wants to marry Cinderella, the royal family and nobles will not tolerate the breakdown of the class that has been established for thousands of years, let alone those ordinary people who want to complete the class leap by themselves. , not only will be knocked down into the abyss by the group of rentiers, but they will also be trampled on their corpses a few times. (Note)
"Mr. Stimson, do you know what you just said?"

"Mr. Stimson, will you faithfully fulfill the promise just now?"

"Mr. Stimson, please answer my question!!"

In the chaotic square, some newspaper reporters disguised as teachers and students picked up small notebooks and quickly recorded, while rushing to the podium like crazy, yelling and constantly asking various questions.

At the same time, someone who couldn't believe it grabbed the stunned classmate beside him, wanting to reconfirm whether he had heard correctly.

And those reporters who had experienced the beatings of the society, seen the different lives of different classes, and had already become old fritters, at first they were drowsy because of Aiwen's chicken soup-style speeches, thinking that there was no news that they paid special attention to. Get off work early and go back to get off work.

But the questioner who appeared midway, and the sudden promise made by Ivan Stimson shocked them, and they immediately realized the seriousness of the matter with their sensitive sense of smell.

Perhaps in the future, there will be a stormy change in the entire Tingen City or Loen Kingdom.

As for Ivan on the podium, he showed a sad expression, and while walking towards the stage under the escort of the police, he explained to the swarming reporters:
"This is some compensation I can do. I will hold a charity party in the future. I will invite celebrities from all walks of life to raise funds for the occupational diseases and work-related injuries of the workers in Tingen City who cannot be effectively treated..."

The words are full of care and sympathy for the working people, just like those nobles who care about their employees and are sympathetic to others, a hypocritical slave owner.

But at the same time, he sneered in his heart.

"After this news is released, it will inevitably be strongly resisted and counterattacked by the noble councilors. I am not afraid that they will not come to the fundraising party. Besides, I have to do more than that."

"Since they want to reach out again and again, the proletarians will see another road full of thorns in taverns, night schools, and even in the streets and alleys where there are few people. Open their graves, break their foundations, and the anger will boil like a huge wave."

The boiling crowd gradually receded, and in the carriage driven by the non-staff of Mechanical Heart, Aiwen suddenly lowered his head, and with an unreadable voice, he seemed to repent, and seemed to respond to the whispers from the fallen mother god, slowly said:

"The road to redemption will inevitably experience blood and fire sacrifices, and immortal ghosts will hover over the Kingdom of Loen."

"May the Emperor forgive my indifference and the mistakes I have made!"

Accompanied by unintelligible murmurs, the loud sound of horseshoes passed through the cold or noisy streets and alleys, and finally arrived at the location of the Mechanical Heart team before lunch, in front of the white two-story building of the Antiquities Protection Association in Tingen City.

Not long after Aiwen arrived here, Melissa and Jenny also rode over on bicycles under his notice before leaving the school.

In order to avoid accidents, he planned to ask Jenny to go back first and inform her family to move again. The best place to choose is in the wealthy area where the Upton family is located, or near the location of the Mechanical Heart team.

After all, because of the principle of supernatural secrecy, unless it is an ancient family with supernatural background, ordinary nobles or wealthy businessmen generally don't know the meaning of the mechanical heart, or the meaning of the night watchers and the punishers.

That's why there was the tragedy of the Bloody Hand besieging the Razor Gang, and the aggressive oolong incident of the wealthy businessmen at the dinner party.

In this case, the Church of Steam did not make any further statements or actions, which made him guess that, despite the constraints between the Loen Kingdom and the major churches, it was impossible to send a request to those who could not kill the other party. In addition to factors such as extreme pressure from the fearless aristocratic members of the unknown.

The Church of Steam may have a happy attitude towards those small secret actions. After he suffers from injustice and hits a wall everywhere, he will offer a suitable price, and there is a high chance that he will completely fall to the side of the Church.

"Of course, these can only be aimed at ordinary people without any preparations, and it doesn't include me!"

On the steps in front of the Antiquities Protection Association of Tingen City, after Jenny pushed her bicycle away, Melissa was still standing there in a daze.

Until Aiwen, who was also preoccupied, turned around and was about to return to the station, suddenly there was an uneasy cry from behind him.

"Evan!"

Full of expectation, Melissa stretched her arms towards the leaving figure, but slowly curled her fingers.

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　　Note: Mystery [-] Roselle once promoted education in the village of Intis, and the third prince in Mystery [-] wanted to give up his identity and be with Triss, but none of them had a good ending.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)