The Death Knell

From the overseer's constant flattery, Deathstroke obtained detailed answers as to where there were well-informed bars, high-quality brothels, and high-end restaurants.

Regardless of whether Su Ming, who asked the question, wanted to know or not, the supervisor said it enthusiastically and without reservation.

After receiving a can as a thank you, the strong man even offered a lot of kind words, but Su Ming had already taken Liana away in the steam.

The overseer was very class-conscious. He told the host that even if the two people walked away, he would respectfully watch the two people leave with a smile. When they could no longer see their backs, he would use a whip dipped in salt water to drive the tools to work.

It's just that his smile is extremely stiff, like a mask that can be changed at any time. It comes and goes too quickly. He seems to have no thoughts of his own and is just numbly running the rules of his bosses.

"Steampunk cities are like this. The biggest difference compared to cyberpunk is people's mental outlook." Su Ming walked in the rugged alleys and encountered copper pipes and airways from time to time, making it very uncomfortable to move around. It was convenient for him to chat with the students.

"It's because of the lack of chemical bliss and electronic bliss." Mysterio also understands very well. After all, he is also the Supreme Mage: "I can see that the lower-level workers here do not have any leisure activities at all. They even forget that they are human beings. Now, it has completely become a tool.”

Liana has seen the world of cyberpunk. Ciri took her to a place called Night City to play.

Although the company dogs there are also miserable beings whose labor force is squeezed, at least after get off work, they can use various drugs and Mewtwo to numb themselves and obtain spiritual comfort. The choice of entertainment methods far exceeds the number of choices here.

The teacher is right, the more choices, the happier people will be.

"Tools of obedience are cultivated. For example, if you bring together obedient worker parents, their children will also be docile. In this way, from generation to generation, the final result of breeding will be these children who don't even need their own names. Tools. As for those who disobey, they are on the rails."

Su Ming nodded and led the mysterious guest towards the city. The city, which is made up of numerous high-altitude land platforms, is like an irregular "field" shape, and the bustling areas are close to the central area.

Living environment is of course linked to money. The richer you are, the better the living environment is. This is the same in many worlds.

But here, only rich people can receive a little education. Poor people or tools are not qualified. They only need to work.

If you want to find out what is going on in the wilderness outside the city, you must at least ask an educated person.

"It sounds like American farmers are training black slaves." Liana smiled. She looked up at the sky, but through the narrow alley, all she could see was steam. The so-called sky was just a slightly bright line. of tiny seams.

"The workers here are essentially slaves, just another way of saying it." Deathstroke said with a smile, and shook his head: "Looking at it this way, I am so good to the alien workers at Wilson Enterprises that I actually return them every week. Give them a drink of broth, and suddenly they feel like holy mothers.”

This is talking about things in the Star Wars world. Wilson Enterprises is doing some work as a "state-owned enterprise" of the Galactic Empire.

"Hehe, teacher, you are good to begin with. We are all good people."

Mysterio didn't think a meal of broth was a big problem, and there was nothing wrong with giving a little sweetness to friendly and docile aliens.

Killing a group of disobedient people, winning over a group of obedient people, and suppressing a group of people who sit on the fence are all differentiation strategies taught by teachers.

The master and apprentice just talked and laughed as they walked in the steamy city. The air was filled with the smell of rust and moisture. Soon, the road under their feet became wider and smoother.

Even though it was still hazy in front of them, they knew they were approaching the next area.

When a gust of warm wind blew away the unsightly steam, a bare brass-colored square appeared in front of them.

The center of the square is not a monument or a fountain, nor a flower bed or grassland, but a huge copper blast furnace that penetrates the ground. Around this furnace, people come and go nearby, making it very lively.

Although the people here are slightly better dressed and have shoes, their expressions and eyes are numb. Everyone is in a hurry and repeating similar things.

Walk out of the steam in one alley and disappear into another alley that makes up for the steam.

No one is having fun in the square, and there are no vendors setting up stalls. If there is anything more here than the previous slums, then it should be that there are many more guards wearing brass breastplates and carrying matchlock guns and scimitars. .

They patrolled the square with great force, and even though there was nothing interesting to see, they kept urging passers-by to speed up.

Some exaggerated prints in the industrial era style can be seen on the walls, with titles such as 'The city needs you! ’, ‘Workers, speed up production! ', 'Work more, think less' and other beautiful propaganda.

"It seems that the people living nearby are skilled workers. Compared with the laborers who lived in the periphery before, at least they may know some words and need to use some brainwashing methods."

Su Ming and the girl crossed the square together, and they had to move on to their destination. There were no commercial facilities around here, just various factories, which were not worth paying attention to.

"The painting is good, it has a sense of the times." The mysterious guest took a few glances at the prints hanging on the brass walls around the square. She brushed the broken hair hanging in front of her forehead: "But now I have no idea about ruling this place. Someone in the city is interested."

"Then you will definitely be disappointed when you see it, because he is just a fat-headed capitalist. If you want to see it, just wait until you return to Earth 40K and go to TVA to teleport to London in the Victorian era."

Having said this, Su Ming seemed to suddenly remember something and raised his eyebrows at the girl:

"By the way, don't forget to watch the British-style performance of children climbing into chimneys. That is the show that best reflects the style of capital society."

"Well, that doesn't sound like a good show."

Mysterio was a little confused by the teacher's words, but the girl knew that the things that this man called good programs were often very dark.

After crossing the square, even though both of them had revolvers hanging, the guards had no intention of blocking them. Instead, they watched them heading towards the central area with smiles on their faces, very polite and friendly.

After passing through some spacious passages that could be called streets, the master and apprentice successfully arrived at a market, a market in the true sense of the word.

Here, the first thing that Mysterio saw was all kinds of people being trafficked, and they were really being sold as tools. They didn't even need cages to hold slaves. It was just so convenient.

But the vendors here are very expressive. They promote their products in a slobbery manner, and even get into a fight with their neighbor vendors to see who can speak louder.

Mysterio let out a small breath and relaxed. She looked around to find the bar that the supervisor mentioned, and at the same time said to the teacher:

"I finally saw someone who looked like a living person. This world is really terrible."