Star Railway: From being adopted by Kafka

"Ah? There is also a Breach in the lower area?" The veteran was shocked, "When did this happen? You don't have Silvermane Iron Guards, how did you fight against the Breach monster?"

"We rely on ourselves. We don't have Silvermane Iron Guards, but we have our own organization." The young man said indifferently, "Most people in Rivet Town have been evacuated, and your relatives should still be alive."

"Thank God! I can't wait to restore the upper and lower passages so that I can visit him." The veteran said happily.

After a pause, he continued:

"I heard that the environment in the lower area is not very rich, and many supplies are in short supply. I will bring some down to my relatives. Brother, tell me, what is the most scarce in the lower area?"

"Food and daily necessities are all lacking." The young man whispered.

"This..." The veteran was stunned, "Don't you have anything in the lower area?"

"At the beginning, we were positioned to mine pituitary mines." The young man said indifferently, "Agriculture, light industry, these are not in the lower areas."

"Here, how did you survive after the blockade?" the veteran asked in disbelief.

"There is a transportation line that can use the ground pit mine and its surface to exchange supplies." The young man shook his head, "However, there are very few that can be exchanged. After working for a day, we can barely exchange for a little food to satisfy our hunger."

After a pause, he asked back:

"What's your Upper Zone like?"

"In the upper area, although my salary is tight, I can still go to the restaurant to have a meal and buy new clothes from time to time." The veteran sighed softly, "At least, we don't lack food."

"That's great." The young man looked forward to it.

"Sorry, I have always been prejudiced against the lower districts." The veteran looked at the young man seriously, "I used to think that the lower districts were just poor, but not that poor. Everything in the upper districts is deserved, after all we To do military service, to fight the Rift."

Speaking of this, he shook his head and sighed:

"I didn't expect that there was a rift in the lower area, and the people in the lower area were living so hard. In this case, you were blocked for 13 years. How many people would die?"

"A lot." The young man's expression was sad, "My father died in the Rift."

"Sorry." The veteran said sincerely, "My condolences."

"It's okay, it's all over." The young man shook his head lightly, "I heard that many people died in the upper area over the years."

"Yes, the main reason is that the Silvermane Iron Guards sacrificed too much, and almost wiped out the youths in the upper area." The veteran sighed, "The Great Guardian adopted an aggressive strategy to attack the World Breaker, causing the Silvermane Iron Guards to pay huge casualties.

"I was lucky to be assigned to this good position. Those comrades in the new barracks of mine died long ago in the Breach."

"The upper level is not easy." The young man smiled wryly, "I don't understand, no matter the upper level or the lower level, it is not easy for everyone, so who is enjoying it?"

"Eh..." The veteran turned to look at his colleague.

Seeing this, the young iron guard boy said angrily:

"Look at what I do?"

The veteran looked serious:

"I thought about it. Among the people I know around me, you are the one who enjoys it the most."

"That's not my fault!" the boy said loudly, "Isn't it because your ancestors didn't work hard? My ancestors were builders of the city, and your ancestors were refugees who fled into the city. Can this be the same?"

After a pause, the boy said seriously:

"When our ancestors built the city 700 years ago, they did all the work for us younger generations. Why should I enjoy it? Let me ask you, what's the matter?"

When the boy said this, his expression was very arrogant.

You descendants of refugees, if it weren’t for the kindness of my ancestors to lead your ancestors to build the city, there would be no you now!

Now not only is he ungrateful, but he is kicking his nose on his face!

……

Chapter 172 Loud Slap

The giant city Beloberg was built 700 years ago by the followers and builders of the Guardian Star God.

There is not just one builder, but many.

Alisa Rand is the most famous builder, and she is also the first great guardian.

After her death, the previous great guardians were all women, either appointed by the previous term or elected by the builders.

It is worth mentioning that after the death of the first batch of builders, the title of builders was not cut off, but was inherited by their direct blood descendants.

The builder is a believer in preservation, a one-sided relationship.In theory, as long as they profess their belief in preservation, they are builders.

This is different from the Destiny Walker who has been approved by the guardian. The builder unilaterally believes in the Star God and does not need the approval of the Star God.

Of course, people who believe in the star gods, if they obey their fate in every word and deed, there is a high probability that they will be empowered by fate.

However, after hundreds of years, how many of the city builders who have been passed down to this day still truly believe in preservation?

After all, in the past 700 years, the Guardian Star God never gave Belloberg a miracle.

In today's group of city builders, there are very few walkers who save their lives.

The embodiment of saving fate is waiting, sacrificing, and protecting.

But now, the builders have become de facto nobles in Belloberg.

They didn't have the pious beliefs they had at the beginning, they just relied on their blood to occupy high positions, relying on the glory of their ancestors to draw the blood of this giant city.

Of course, there are also a small number of fortress builder families who still maintain a strict family tradition, follow the creed of preservation, and abide by their hearts.

But how many such idealists are there in today's collective fortress builders?

Most of them, I am afraid, are like the young man, taking the credit of their ancestors as their own, aloof and complacent.

Some people are already dissatisfied with them.

They also understand this, so they are still pulling the fig leaf of Cun Hu on the surface.

Few people speak out their inner thoughts as straightforwardly as the young man.

Therefore, when the boy said those words, there was a loud reprimand immediately in the room:

"Your ancestors paid, but our ancestors didn't?"

"When we fought against the Legion, didn't our ancestors go to the battlefield?"

"Didn't our ancestors contribute to the construction of Beloberg?"

"The construction of a giant city depends on only a few builders?"

"That's not what the builders said when they called us to build the city."

"If they had promised a world of oppression and injustice like this, our grandparents would not have supported them!"

"Do you think we want to be born in such a world? Where do you have the face to make us thank you?"

"It is the original builders who are great, not you moths!"

……

The noise in the cell was heard by Oleg who was walking over.

After he inquired about the situation, he walked up to the noble boy and slapped him with his hand.

Loud slap!

The boys were stupefied and stared blankly at Oleg.

"This slap is for your glorious ancestor."

After Oleg finished speaking, he slapped again:

"This slap is for the skin of your Silver Mane Iron Guard."

The boy is not only sorry for his ancestors, but also for his identity as the Silvermane Iron Guard!

After the young man was beaten, he lowered his head, his face was swollen on both sides, and he didn't dare to look up at anyone, let alone speak.

His arrogant and domineering energy disappeared at this moment.

Oleg originally wanted to release all the prisoners in the cell, but now, one person cannot leave.

The commandos unchained the others, but the boy remained.

He regretted it too much, and felt uneasy in his heart, not knowing what kind of treatment he would suffer.

But Oleg didn't pay attention to him, and didn't bother to pay attention.

There are many such moths in Belloberg.

As long as the old order is not overthrown, these moths can live happily ever after.

They are a malignant tumor that will grow bigger and bigger, dragging down the entire city.

This is not fair at all to other hard-working citizens.

Oleg was outraged—

On the corpse of idealism, such an ugly thing can grow.

The original batch of city builders promised not such a world!

This world is really terrible.

……

The location of the negotiation is set under the steps of Fort Cripper.

This is also the junction of the two defense lines.

Jappard, the guard of the Silvermane Iron Guard, has already arrived here.

He looked at the robot with a strange shape, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Such a powerful fighter soldier, why is there no upper level area, but fell to the lower level area?

The performance of Swallow, placed in the entire Bellberg, is extremely advanced.

In fact, in those early days, 700 years ago, there was not such a big gap between the upper and lower classes.

People at that time did not live in the lower districts because they had no money.It's that I'm good at mining, and the lower areas need me, so I go.

In that context, the entire Bellberg has invested heavily in the lower area.

But when time flies and people lose sight of hope, everything changes.