Mage Joan

"If one day in the future... Moradin is on, I hope this is just my delusion!"

The old dwarf couldn't help getting more and more excited.

"If one day in the future, all walks of life will switch to cheap slaves to replace efficient but expensive machines, the magical industrial civilization of our society will also come to an end and go back to the dark, bloody, and ignorant slave age!"

"So in the long run, encouraging slavery is definitely an evil way that does more harm than good! I can't control other places, but in our Delin town, we must not open this bad head!"

Qiao An has seen many articles demonstrating the disadvantages of slavery in books and newspapers. These articles are not lack of insights, but most of them focus on ethics, and they are not as thorough and thought-provoking as the old dwarf in terms of technology.

Flint believes that slavery will inevitably lead to the replacement of high-efficiency machines with cheap manpower in industrial and agricultural production, which will hinder the promotion and application of new inventions and cause the technological development of the entire society to stagnate. Qiao An fully agrees with this view, and it is on the rise. A sense of responsibility, that I have an obligation to do my part in resisting the ugly slavery system.

It is precisely because of this mentality that when Flint persuaded Qiao An to replace the vacant seat of parliament after his grandfather passed away and attend a town council aimed at passing the "Slavery Prohibition Act", he had always lacked the enthusiasm for political participation. The young mage was not so determined to refuse.

"Mr. Flint, I won't live in the town all the time. It's hard to find time to attend the parliament. It's not suitable to be a member of Parliament." Qiao An thought for a while and then said, "Besides, all the members of the town are elected Yes, even if I want to be a councillor, I may not be elected."

"Joan, you don't have to worry about these two things!" Flint said with a smile, "Your grandfather is the'honorary member' of our Delin Town, but how many meetings have you seen him attend? Trivial matters. Not interested, he is only willing to attend the meeting and express his views on only a few important issues related to the survival of the town. You can do the same in the future!"

Qiao An thought about it for a while, and it was like Mr. Dwarf said. In his memory, Grandpa had only attended the parliament once in the past ten years. The topic of that discussion was whether to accommodate the exiled Lizardman Prince Weiss. And then whether to go to war with the cold-blooded tribe's usurper warlord "son of the devil" Corta.

Before that, Qiao Ann didn't even know that Grandpa still had the title of "Honorary Member" in Delin Town.

"Joan, as for you are worried that you won't be elected as a councillor, this is ridiculous!"

The old dwarf took a gulp of wine and slapped the glass on the table with a thud, his eyes staring like brass bells.

"Just because you kid is a native of the town's'Master Master', and is the pride of the people of the town! Just because you have traveled back home to join the army more than once, in order to protect your hometown from lizard people rebelling against the party, hobgoblins, and jackals As well as the aggression made by the Hailan people, if someone in Delin town refuses to elect you as a councillor, it can only show that this person has no brain or conscience!"

"Fortunately, most people in our town have neither a mind nor a conscience." Mr. Mayor took the stubbornly half-jokingly. "Joan, don't say you are just a councillor. Even if you want to run for mayor, I Will also vote for you."

Mr. Mayor's words caused a lot of laughter in the tavern.

People don’t necessarily know Qiao Ann, but they have more or less heard of those legends about him. Moreover, as Flint said, Qiao Ann is the only "Master of the Master" in the town and he can be with the folks. Won enough votes to support his entry into Parliament.

In the southern rural town of the New World, the title of "spellcaster" is even more respected than noble blood.

Aristocratic blood is nothing more than making his family look superior, and a spellcaster who lives in the countryside can bring tangible benefits to neighbors and folks with a spell casually, and can easily solve the big trouble in the eyes of the farmer. Can he not be respected?

The mayor and Mr. Flint were kindly invited, and Qiao An had to agree to attend the town council as an "honorary member" that afternoon.

In the conference hall, Flint initiated an initiative straightforwardly, calling for a final vote on the "Slavery Ban" that has been discussed many times before.

Joan certainly supported Mr. Dwarf, and was the first to vote yes.

This is the first time that he has participated in the political activities of his hometown town as a member of Parliament. Thinking of his influence, the original parliamentarians who had been vacillating saw him vote for it and raised their hands in support.

The few congressmen who approve of slavery did not publicly disagree, and silently abstained from voting.

In the end, the "Slavery Prohibition Bill" received overwhelming support and passed the town council smoothly.

The Delin Town Council inadvertently completed an initiative and became the first town-level administrative district in the Alfheim colony to resist the trade and stocking of slaves by means of express legislation. Including Qiao An, none of you present here today ever imagined that they would keep their name in history in this way.

"Very good! My dear old folks, we have wasted so much time and saliva, and finally it has become a serious matter!"

After the parliament was over, Mr. Dwarf, who had won a big victory today, had not calmed down from his excitement.

"Since the law has been issued, it must be strictly enforced!"

"I'll put the words here first, if the Archibald father and son dare to refuse to obey the law and refuse to disband the slaves under their names, I will personally drive their family out of Delin Town!"

"Flint, don't get excited. The question now is whether the Archibald father and son can return to town safely. The wolves in the mountains are not a joke." Mayor Tyndall reminded with a wry smile. Old dwarf.

"I know what you mean, Jason!" Flint pointed his right hand out the window, and patted his chest with his left hand to pack the ticket. "As soon as the blizzard stopped, I immediately took people into the mountain and took away the Archibald family and the poor black Bring the slave back! In fact, I can’t wait to see how old Archibald looked when he learned of the Abolition Act!"

"Oh, I just don't know when this terrible blizzard will subside." Mr. Mayor also looked out the window, "Jackals don't care about the weather. I'm really worried that they won't be able to survive the day when the rescue team arrives... …"

"Mr. Mayor, Mr. Flint, is the Archibald's logging plant near the "Unfreezing Lake"?"

Qiao An just heard Tom talk about it, but he didn't know the exact address.

"Yes, the camp is in the ravine north of the big hot spring. What are you asking about?"

The old dwarf vaguely guessed Joan's plan.