Wizard: I can refine everything

Ben's data is excellent. Except that his mental power cannot keep up, resulting in a little control, his overall strength has reached the middle of the first-level creatures.

With a little training, Ben's combat ability can surpass that of Orson.

You know, as a student of Bishop Tyr, Orson's prosthetic modification is considered top-notch in the entire Church of the Lord of All Machines.

Otherwise, his prosthetic limbs would not be able to withstand Richard's probing attack and not be completely damaged.

After testing the data, Richard handed the magic suit that had been prepared to Ben.

"This is the healing staff, which can heal wounds and diseases caused by germs. From now on, you are the pope of the Miracle Order. The Raven God will guide you on what to do."

Ben half-knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head and took the healing staff.

On the side, Orson watched this scene and silently recorded it. As a former bishop, he knew too well what this handover represented in the future canon.

After giving Ben the healing staff, Richard took Orson and Ben out of the secret realm together.

Returning to the world, the filthy air polluted by industrial waste gas instantly made the two goblins frown.

There is no harm without comparison.

If they had not seen the secret realm, they might not realize how bad the environment they live in is in their lifetime.

Richard frowned slightly as he picked up a newspaper.

"Orson, your teacher has made great efforts to find you. The knights who protect the church have been sent out."

Orson took the newspaper and was also a little headache after seeing the news that the church's investigation team would arrive in Bruno City soon.

"The teacher has only me as a student, so it is normal to react a little. But judging from the current situation, he probably thinks this is a demonstration by political enemies.

The teacher is a church faction, and he has always opposed the church becoming a running dog of the royal court. In recent years, the power of the royal court faction has become increasingly powerful, and the church faction has been unable to control the church."

Power struggle is an indispensable part of every large organization.

Even in the wizard's Truth Council, the struggle between the two major factions of alchemy and energy has never stopped. However, since the wizard civilization has been expanding and the pie has been getting bigger, this struggle has hardly been reflected.

When the wizard civilization can no longer expand, or when it expands to a large enough size, fierce power struggles will also occur.

However, Richard is not interested in the power struggle of the goblins. He just wants to solve this trouble now.

"The church plans to expand in Bruno City. Do you have any way to make this team go back home?"

Orson shook his head: "No, the appearance of the Knights of the Church indicates that the Pope recognizes the teacher's attitude. But their arrival is not an obstacle to the expansion of the church, sage."

Richard raised his eyebrows: "Do the Knights of the Church not investigate heresy?"

"Investigate, not only will they investigate, but they will also flatten heresy." Orson said lightly, "But the Knights of the Church are a group of people who look up to the top. They don't care whether there is any problem with the slave group.

In the eyes of the church, mechanics are the church members. And those ordinary slaves are just the culture dishes for the birth of mechanics."

Orson's tone was very calm, but the meaning of his words was cold.

Richard didn't feel anything about this, and even felt a little happy. Because the Church of the Lord of All Machines doesn't care about slave labor, it means that slave labor is a huge pie that no one shares with him.

Faith is only related to quantity and strength. Whether it is nobles or commoners, as long as they have not yet embarked on the road of evolution, their value is the same.

The power of faith produced by the emperor will not be more than that of slaves.

Since the Church of the Lord of All Machines has given up this piece, he can only refuse it disrespectfully.

"Then what are you going to do?" Richard suddenly asked, "I think your identity is quite useful. Are there many people like you in the Church of the Lord of All Machines?"

Orson was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know, but my teacher will definitely join your army."

"Oh? It's the same lineage." Richard teased.

"No, the teacher is different from me." Orson said with respect on his face, "The teacher has always wanted a technological revolution. He has always believed that we have taken the wrong path. For the technological revolution, the teacher will even sell his soul."

"So pious?"

"The teacher is such a person."

"So what are you going to do?"

Orson was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "I plan to get in touch with the teacher secretly next, and the rest depends on how the teacher arranges it.

If nothing unexpected happens, this pair of knights should become a sharp knife for the teacher to stab the Royal Court."

Richard showed a playful smile on his face.

"These knights are not cheap. So they are used as consumables?"

Orson replied calmly: "As long as the church can be completely controlled, let alone a team of knights, even if a group of knights dies, it doesn't matter. Knights can be rebuilt, but once the opportunity to deal with the Royal Court is missed, it will be difficult to get it again."

...

Not all factories have workers living in factory dormitories.

Two streets away from the apartment building where these mechanics live, large areas of cheap apartments are where most workers live.

These workers often live in a house with eight or nine people, and even married workers have to live with other families in a house. These houses lack toilets, sewers, garbage dumps and other necessary places for life, and various diseases are common here.

When Richard saw the living environment of these workers, he fell silent - his living environment in Hessen Territory was better than this, at least he could dig a toilet at home.

"I feel that you have the strength to build a more complete living area for these workers." Richard turned his head to look at Orson, "Under such living conditions, the life span of workers will be greatly shortened, and diseases and plagues are more common. Doesn't this have any impact on your factory?"

Orson shook his head and said, "There will always be people entering the city. As for the impact... those factory owners are short-sighted mortals, they can only see the immediate benefits. And the nobles of the royal court don't even treat us as human beings."

"The church doesn't take action?"

"Why does the church take action?"

Yes, since the church doesn't care about the beliefs of slaves, it naturally won't be interested in the living conditions of slaves.

Richard turned his head to look at the other side. At this moment, Ben was listening to the conversation between Richard and Orson blankly.

"Ben, don't you have anything to say?"

Ben shook his head honestly: "I don't have anything to say."

"Don't you feel anything about this situation?"

Ben said blankly: "My family is like this. Everyone lives in one room, and it's warm even without a heater in winter."

Richard was already a little powerless to complain about Ben's answer. He looked at the cheap apartment in front of him and slowly said: "You have become numb to this situation, which is not a good phenomenon.

Especially you, Ben."

Ben was a little at a loss after being taught by Richard. In his opinion, this kind of living condition is very normal and can be called natural.

He came from this, and his parents came from this.

This kind of thing started a long time ago, so long that it has become an axiom of this world.

"Ben, have you ever thought about letting these workers live in a house like yours? Although it is still crowded, at least a family can have a separate room."

Ben was stunned by Richard's words, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Sir, you are such a joke. How can we have so many houses for them to live in?"

"There are no houses to build."

"What about work? If you live far away, you have to go to work..."

"You can have a steam locomotive to go to work."

Richard looked at Ben calmly. Although he didn't feel much about the current situation, his reason told him that changing this situation would not only allow him to gain a lot of faith, but he might even be able to complete his ritual directly.

"Ben, I am a sage. I came to this world to change it. This world has been filthy for too long, and you have become accustomed to it. You are limited by your own vision and can't see that this world can actually look different.

But it doesn't matter, because I'm here."

Richard spoke in a very serious tone, and a faint holy light appeared on him at some point.

"Ben, I have given you power. Although this power is not great, it is enough for you to change the lives of many people. Although these changes are insignificant compared to the vast world, everything must be done step by step.

Ben, do you have the courage to follow me to change the world?"

Ben looked at the holy light on Richard, and the word "yes" was about to come out of his mouth. But looking at Richard's calm eyes, Ben suddenly stopped talking.

He said dejectedly: "Sage, I don't know."

Richard patted his shoulder.

"Since you don't know, then try it. Do your best and have a clear conscience."

On the side, Orson watched and recorded this scene. Many years later, this scene was painted into a mural, together with many legendary deeds, and the members of the Miracle Order called this painting-divine revelation.

...

Barnaby is a worker who works in a metal smelting plant called Os. Every day he watched the boiling gold pour out of the furnace, turned into steel coils or ingots, and then sent to the steam locomotive after cooling.

Among the many jobs in this city, Barnaby's job was not the hardest. But the ore dust from the smelter, the incompletely filtered toxic air, and the long-term noise still made him suffer from occupational diseases.

Pneumoconiosis, chronic poisoning, hearing loss... Even with the factory's transformation, these problems still found Barnaby.

But Barnaby didn't feel anything about it.

Workers are like this, and it has been like this since his grandfather.

But illness is illness after all, and Barnaby soon couldn't work. Pneumoconiosis made him breathless, hearing loss made his ears seem blocked, and chronic poisoning made him even weaker.

Barnaby, who used to be able to carry steel ingots with his co-workers by manpower, became a useless person.

Barnaby's savings were not enough to support him to treat these occupational diseases, and he was unwilling to use his savings to treat his illness.

His eldest son will take the mechanic exam next year. If he passes the exam, their family will turn around. If he fails, his savings can support him to take the exam twice more.

Barnaby felt that his breathing became smoother when he thought that his eldest son would no longer be as humble as himself after becoming a mechanic.

But the speed of his physical deterioration was much faster than Barnaby expected, and he was soon fired from the factory. Then, he could only lie on the ground and gasp for air.

His body could no longer support his movement.

Lying on the blanket, Barnaby's life slowly passed by his eyes. Before he died, he suddenly had a question.

What did his boss, Mr. Oss, usually do?

He had hardly ever seen Mr. Oss. The person he had the most contact with on weekdays was the jerk supervisor who looked like a toad. He had only met Mr. Oss once. In his impression, Mr. Oss was dressed very stylishly, spoke very politely, and was very much like a "big shot". He was even taller than them.

Barnaby murmured to himself, "Mr. Oss is so tall, he must be very strong."

Soon, Barnaby suddenly felt very tired. He knew that his time was up. He felt a little regretful that he could not see his son become a mechanic with his own eyes.

But just as he was about to close his eyes, a commotion made Barnaby's eyelids stop.

He heard his eldest son crying in his ear: "Dad, this monk is here, he will definitely be able to cure you!"