Mystery: Paradox Path

Backlund’s afternoons were somehow subtly leisurely, not because the pace of life here was slow enough, but because people who weren’t leisurely enough would not be able to appear on the street at this point in time.

Workers are either working overtime or taking a short nap to take a nap. The unemployed poor and homeless are either queuing outside the shelter or finding a warm place to accumulate energy in the hope that they can find new ones in the future. Work.

However, the situation was obviously different these days. While Snow was enjoying the precious sunny and warm sunshine of Backlund, noises came from afar.

The slightly messy slogans, the constantly undulating signs, and the long queue seem to suddenly break into the passionate march in the country minor, which suddenly dilutes the tranquility and peace of everything.

Those who can live in the Western District are not the high-income proletarians who are dubbed the "middle class", but the real rich class. They have a lot of wealth, owning land, manors, chambers of commerce, stocks, and even a lot of them. It is the owner of those factories in the factory area.

It can be said that if the demonstration in other neighborhoods is to gain sympathy and attract attention, then here, the workers are demonstrating.

I am afraid these factory owners have not recovered, and they may even wonder why the strikes, which were only a few hundred people at most, have grown to such a number. .

But they know that with such a number, whether it is the church or the nobles, I am afraid they will respond quickly.

Backlund is the capital, but it is also the largest industrial city in Ruen. How many of the millions of people here are working families? It’s still a few thousand now, will there be more in the future?

The factory owners are in fear, but the workers are constantly waving the signs in their hands. Words such as "reasonable working hours" and "reasonable salary" are written on the wooden boards up and down, which is completely different from the past. , as if to be able to tell that the team at this time is completely different from the previous small fights.

The factory owners began to realize the seriousness of the problem and really began to pay attention to the so-called strike. Xiu, who was standing in the crowd, also keenly noticed the difference between today and the past.

The nerves that had been relaxed were tense again, and she was tightly attached to Lavis's back, even ignoring the broken thoughts from her friends from time to time.

Forsi also seemed to be aware of the abnormal atmosphere. Her professional sense of being a well-known writer made her realize that if this strike was a script, then its contradictions and conflicts were coming.

Snow, who was carrying [No One Can See Through], just stood by the side of the road, looking at [Glory] who was leading the team forward, added a layer of buff to him from a distance, and then turned around and left as if nothing was wrong. .

He is not worried that this matter will lead to the scrutiny of the Orthodox Church, because this is inherently impeccable.

The [Persuasion Strengthening] that Mr. [Glory] is praying for is not an extraordinary power such as brainwashing or hypnosis, but forcing the listener to concentrate on listening when he speaks.

It will not change the will of others, and naturally it is impossible to find clues. The reason why these workers joined the strike is only because they understood the concept that Lavis told them while listening intently—

They understand what is class, what is capital, what is proletariat.

The workers of this age are the real proletarians, who have nothing and therefore have the power to cut everything.

After understanding Lavez's idea of ​​directly hitting the soul, all the workers spontaneously joined the parade and spread his words to more workers.

From a factory building, to a factory area, to an entire factory.

In just three days, Lavis' strike team has expanded to thousands of people, which has covered three large factories,

And it can be expected that as the march continues, more workers are bound to join in.

And the source of all this is just a book that Snow passed on to Lasvi through a ritual——

"The Current Situation of the Working Class in Loen"

Yes, not the more lethal declaration, nor the more famous "Das Kapital", because that kind of thing cannot be understood by the current Loen workers, but the content of this book can make any worker. Classes feel the same way, because that's what happened to them.

Sometimes, knowledge is more useful than extraordinary ability.

...

Seeing that Mr. [Glory]'s career was slowly on the right track, the corners of Snow's mouth were slightly raised. Compared with Mr. [Victory], the guy who made up his mind to be the sword god of Shilipo, the changes that Mr. Glory brought about made him more. sense of achievement.

He took an easy pace, came to Mordred's house, and started today's training. Seriously, this Mordred did have two brushes. With the learning ability of Pavlov's dog, it took three Tian actually hasn't drained his technology.

In the evening, when Snow returned home and was about to go to bed with a glass of hot milk, there were layers of prayers in his ears...

"A traveler from faraway time and space, you are the contradictory spiral of logic and wisdom; the reflection of knowledge, the back of truth..."

... push a little bit forward in time...

"It's almost digested, um, that guy said there was a potion formula for joy before, I don't know what to do this time... He hasn't contacted me for almost a week. According to the previous interval, at most In three more days, he should give me some trouble...I don't know what to do this time..."

In Tingen City, Triss felt the progress of her potion's digestion, with a beautiful smile on her face. She played with her hair while thinking about her next move.

Triss is full of motivation for promotion since she knew that she might become a man again, but thinking that the next stage is happiness, Triss is a little distressed...

"Well, it looks like it's time to leave Tingen." Triss pondered in her heart, and came to the dresser to sort out her clothes.

Although Tingen has returned to his former peace after the incident of the Evil God's Son Lovely maid, and then...

"It's such a cute smile! It looks like you're having a good time, don't you?"

A numb voice suddenly appeared beside her body, Triss's pupils shrank suddenly, her expression froze suddenly, she turned her head slowly, and saw a beautiful woman standing behind her.

"How do you..."

Triss was about to get up, but found that she was completely unable to move, but the woman slowly came to her, and gently lifted her chin with her cold and tender fingers—

"You rely too much on extraordinary abilities! Don't forget, I used to be a witch..."