Dear Broom Knight

Fortunately, Cheska was in luck; these two Dark Moons were truly adept at seizing every opportunity.

And outside the windows of the castle's dining hall, small birds were constantly perched.

These plump birds, some gray, some white, and occasionally with a hint of blue, with their clear and bright songs, had become a defining feature of the castle's dining hall.

Of course, they weren't always singing, but there was always one or another chirping a few notes.

Just as they weren't always eating, but there was always a small bird landing on the food and water trays provided for them outside the dining hall, feasting heartily.

However, even if these little birds were always there, Lorry wouldn't ask them to monitor the people inside the dining hall.

He didn't need to do that.

But, if needed, he could indeed ask these birds for a favor at any time.

Just occasionally, even these seemingly mischievous and cute, but secretly volatile, little plump birds wouldn't find it a burden.

Cheska certainly couldn't understand these birds' accounts as quickly as Lorry could… Lorry's two Living Feathers were very clever, but also very arrogant.

Apart from Mrs. Yagris, they ignored everyone.

Including the White Dragon King and Lorry's magic teacher.

Cheska was naturally no exception.

But she didn't necessarily need to know what those two Dark Moons were talking about; she just hoped to glean a hint from their relaxed conversation, and this hint didn't necessarily have to be obtained by her personally.

Cheska believed that if necessary, Lorry would send a message very quickly.

She didn't think that Lorry's seclusion this time would be as indifferent as in the past.

Who knows what he was really secluding himself for!

—

No longer worried that Ines would break into Gzall Castle at night, Suryaani asked the initial question again: "What were you looking at just now? You seemed quite moved."

Ines smiled slightly: "Suryaani, the Barony of Gzall seems very prosperous."

She hesitated for a moment before saying: "Even people wearing faded and ill-fitting clothes dare to swagger down this street, daring to glance inside any shop."

Suryaani was taken aback, and couldn't help but retort: "Isn't that common in our place?

Even the City of Earth can do that, right?"

"I'm talking about commoners," Ines said briefly, "Commoners without a trace of aura!"

The people of the Church generally refer to talent as aura.

Especially those women dressed in extremely simple clothes, who are very likely to be ascetic devotees~

Ascetics of any church are the most difficult people to provoke… Everyone knows the saying 'no pain, no gain', but those who can truly do it and enjoy the pain have an absolutely strong mental will.

And the most important attributes of priests and priestesses are mental power and willpower.

Moreover, ascetics often cultivate certain divine arts that they deem necessary to the point of perfection, able to use them directly without even thinking.

Suryaani doesn't know much about other churches, but in their Dark Night Church, ninety-nine percent of the ascetics practice assassination techniques.

Of course, that's not the exact wording; they may really be thinking of protecting the Dark Night Church and carrying out the will of the Dark Night Goddess, but the result is still a killer move.

The Earth Church is even more troublesome!

After all, many archbishops there bury themselves in farming.

In order to be more closely connected with the earth, these bishops choose the most natural way to plant.

In other words, they are ragged and covered in dirt.

The shop owners in the City of Earth aren't crazy; how could they dare to refuse such people entry? Giving them a kowtow would be them still knowing what restraint is!

After all, if it weren't useful, so many archbishops wouldn't really abandon external glory and squat in corners to farm.

These people who abandon power… choose strength… in order to get closer to the gods are always awe-inspiring.

Even Dark Night envoys with such a bad relationship with the Earth Church will become more vigilant and speak more obediently when they see such Earth envoys.

Unless she thinks she can withstand it.

But, generally speaking, only ascetics can fight ascetics… but true ascetics rarely engage in verbal sparring.

So, it took Suryaani a while to realize what Ines meant, and she suddenly turned to look out the window… a mortal dressed in extremely simple clothes was happily walking out of a shop, holding a gift box.

That appearance of a middle-aged person, but with a face full of the marks of time, Suryaani could tell the other party's identity even without pupil techniques.

No matter how poor their talent or how hard their life, it is impossible for people to age into this appearance in advance.

Only those who cannot store any energy in their bodies can completely withstand the wind and rain.

Suryaani frowned and asked softly: "Ines, this Lord Lorry, isn't… equality from birth…"

"Shut up!" Ines interrupted her without hesitation, "Suryaani, can you use your brain a little?

Is this something you can say outside?"

Suryaani patted her mouth and stuffed a large piece of steak into it: "I'd better eat my food!"

Ines pondered for a while before shaking her head: "It doesn't have much to do with that lord; the situation in this barony was special to begin with.

In order to resist the previous incompetent lord, the commoners are relatively united and take care of every child who might bring them hope.

Even children with talent can't withstand the wind and rain before they start cultivating.

So, many of the shop assistants here should have been watched grow up by those people and protected since childhood, and they certainly wouldn't hurt their past neighbors casually.

I guess if there is no external force to break this environment, the Gzall territory will continue to maintain this atmosphere.

This is not an unprecedented situation; it is also recorded in the Church's records.

To put it bluntly, it all depends on whether the lords behind will worry about the commoners being too united and use any means.

Currently, Baron Lorry seems to be completely unconcerned about this.

However, he does have the confidence to be unconcerned.

What I want to know most now is why these commoners are so wealthy.

Suryaani, you need to know that only when there is so much money that they don't have to worry about daily needs and won't affect their children's future, dare these mortals spend money in this way.

But, the message the Church passed to us is that this little baron doesn't care much about his people.

I just want to know now, if he can do this even when he doesn't care… what would he do if he did care…"

Suryaani chewed the meat in her mouth and said vaguely: "You can only believe half of the Church's news at best.

Besides, he is a follower of the White Dragon King."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Count Montes is also a follower of the White Dragon King! His relationship with the King of the North is closer than with his own son," Ines was a little unhappy, "Can you put your eating aside and consider my question?"

"But, what does this have to do with you, Ines?" Suryaani was extremely puzzled, "Are you planning to run for Pope? Are you so interested in politics?

Shouldn't we Dark Moons only consider how to kill people more easily?"

Then she shut her mouth under Ines' murderous gaze and continued to eat with her head buried.

—

Lorry, listening to the Living Feathers' song, tapped his fingers on the table, and stopped at the 'equality from birth' that Ines had interrupted.

Perhaps others would be confused, but he quickly understood what these two Dark Moons were saying.

People are born equal.

What a stupid thing to say!

If in the previous world, tireless efforts and frantic burning could still allow oneself to truly stand at the starting point of some people, then the talents of the fantasy world would make all of this disappear.

This is not something that effort can solve.

The self-deprecating 'working hard is working hard for nothing' is not enough to explain the tragedy of mortals; they are really more miserable the harder they work.

Being able to buy a little bit of dignity and hope for life with the accumulated rabbit money like in Lorry's territory is extremely rare.

Therefore, anyone who is born in this world and truly understands that the world has never been fair from the beginning at the age of eight could never say such a stupid thing.

Lorry knew that he might have heard some news from a fellow countryman from his previous life.

But he didn't have the joy of fellow countrymen meeting fellow countrymen.

After all, even people who say things like 'all men are created equal' haven't considered whether other races besides their own count as people!

People who can't even understand this point, but raise this deceptive banner in a fantasy world, are either mentally abnormal or truly immoral to the point of emitting smoke.

After all, those who can be deceived by this kind of talk are either really stupid, or they have reached the end of their rope and just want to find a glimmer of hope.

Lorry frowned slightly and carefully thought about his experiences over the years… Very good, as expected of a homebody who plays games all year round, the role-playing is very successful.

It's more realistic than him really thinking it's reality and then using his true self to face this world.

It's really a joke that makes people feel uncomfortable.