On the same day, outside the city of Falan.

Robert Noyce shows up at a construction site where the foundation is being excavated.

It was dusty, and he had to cover his mouth with a handkerchief, next to his subordinates, who were sweating profusely but trying hard to fan him, and the sweat soaked through the fat man's clothes.

Just as he was William's most loyal lackey, Kane's Horn had no shortage of his dogs, and the fat man Hoover, who was now in charge of the Artisans' Guild, was one of them.

Although the Horn of Kane is bloated, it is resolute to do great things. The cooperation with Mu Yan has only been launched for less than half a month, and the first batch of lucky people to settle in Chaldea have not yet been confirmed, and the construction of the Seraf theme park here has begun.

This is normal, after all, theme parks can't be built in a short time, although what kind of buildings should be built is not yet known, but in William's experience, castles and manors are mostly the same, he only needs to do a good job of the foundation first, and the rest of the polishing and repair will not take much effort.

In the same way, he gave the dirty work to Robert, and asked him to make amends, which undoubtedly deepened Robert's resentment—and he transferred the pressure to Hoover, who took his anger out on the workers.

Most of the artisans who are working are recruited from other places, and the rest are from the slums of Falan City.

The people there are so bad that they can be summoned to death as long as they stutter, and even if they are tired to death, no one cares, and as long as the corpses are not allowed to rot and cause the plague, there is not much of a problem.

Robert walked around the construction site in a long circle, and although he didn't understand anything, he kept frowning.

These workers are so thin that they look so weak that they may never get up again when they fall, and they are slow and can't withstand the whipping, so when will they be finished?

"My lord, it happened suddenly, and the funds are limited...... Hoover said with a smile on his face.

"You're smart."

Robert snorted and walked on.

As he walked, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a guy who was obviously burly, and his eyes lit up.

"Where did you get this guy?"

Hoover glanced at it and immediately flipped through the roster in his hand.

He ...... His name was Miller, and he was from the slums. ”

"From the slums?"

Robert was taken aback and immediately became interested. Ignoring Hoover's obstruction, he jumped into the pit and stepped forward to take a closer look at the worker named Miller.

The other party was wearing only a thin sweatshirt, his muscles were knotted, and the sweat soaked through his clothes, almost translucent. Through his clothes, he could vaguely see a wound on his back that ran from his left shoulder to his waist, and the wound wriggled as he moved, like a black centipede.

Although it was only a simple excavation work, Robert always felt a special beauty in Miller, as if his every movement was natural and effortless, and he was a humanoid excavator compared to the lazy workers around him, and even a puppet was not necessarily as efficient as him.

Robert has seen the world, and he can naturally see that this person is extraordinary, the other party is not a martial artist but also a person with experience in killing, and this scar alone is enough to be terrifying.

"This isn't the kind of injury that a slum pariah...... should have."

He muttered, walking over to Miller and clearing his throat.

"Ahem......"

Miller turned his head, looked at him mechanically, and concentrated on his work.

Hoover was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and threw a foot on Miller, "Lord Robert asked you something!" ”

Before Robert could stop him, he saw Hoover's bloated body bounce out like a ball, and Miller didn't even stumble.

"It's kind of interesting......"

Robert reached out to stop Hoover, who was about to get angry, "Where are you from?" Mr. Miller? ”

Miller was unmoved.

"Listen, Mr. Miller, I'm the head here."

"Boss?"

As if this word woke Miller up, he stopped what he was doing and stared at a pair of wooden eyes: "The head here...... Can you answer my question? ”

Ask me questions?

Robert was slightly stunned, but still said, "Please speak." ”

"Is it fair that I worked for you, sweated and got food?"

“？”

Robert didn't know what to answer for a moment.

But his mind was spinning fast, and countless thoughts flashed through him in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm...... In fact, you should be paid for your work, just for the food...... It's really not commensurate ......"

"So, it's not fair?"

"No, it's fair, it's just that we should pay you more, say...... A silver coin a day? He said tentatively.

"Fair ......"

Miller raised his hand and looked into his palm, the mark from waving his hoe still on it.

"What did I get out of working for you?" He asked again.

Robert couldn't help but frown, he wondered if the man in front of him had been sent to entertain him.

He originally thought that he had picked up a capable but depressed samurai, and planned to talk to the other party, but he didn't expect to be asked two childish questions as soon as he came up.

Forget it, maybe I'm thinking too much.

He waved his hand, losing interest in the person in front of him.

Seeing Robert leaving, Miller subconsciously stretched out his hand, and then Robert's guards stepped forward to stop him from left to right, but who thought that Miller just waved lightly, and the two of them were like being hit by a horse moving forward at high speed, and they each flew out more than ten meters away, and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.

"Answer me."

Miller grabbed Robert by the shoulder, who felt as if he had been clamped by an iron hoop.

"I said, I said ......"

Robert hurriedly said to forgive, and the other party let go of his hand.

He peeked at Hoover, who was paralyzed in fright, cursed a waste, and met Miller's eyes.

It was a pair of confused eyes, and it seemed that all attention was focused on him at this time.

Damn, is this a madman?

Terrible madman......

"Thanks to you, we will get a brand new manor and sell it for a good price—more than ten times the commission of you men combined...... That's what we get. ”

Hearing this answer, Miller silently muttered "tenfold" and lowered his head again.

Robert thought that was the end of the matter and was about to slip away, when Miller asked again, "Are you a believer?" ”

Robert shook his head busily.

He might have to consider the other person's face when it comes to other questions, but this is the one he must answer.

Robert's mother died after giving birth to him, and his father raised him alone. When a plague broke out in the city of Falan that year, and his father was critically ill, Robert went to the tower to beg for holy water to live, but the priest said that he was not religious.

He knelt on the ground and said that he was usually extremely religious, reciting the name of the goddess every night before going to bed, and swore to the priest that he would spend the rest of his life following and serving the goddess, and that he would dedicate his life to her. But the priest shook his head and gave the holy water to another man in his presence.

He remembered that the guy, a boy of his age, often joked in private that the statue of the goddess in the tower was so beautiful, ten thousand times better than those cheap warblers in Copper Fire Alley, that if he could sleep with a woman like that, he would die without regrets for the rest of his life. But such a blasphemous bastard was rewarded for donating a sum of money to the tower every month.

It was then that he understood that faith was nothing more than a commodity with a clear price, let alone a believer. Since money can buy gifts, and gifts are not the same as money, this shows that money is more useful than God's gifts, and this has become his creed, which has been maintained to this day.

"I'm not a believer." Robert replied firmly.

Miller's eyes darkened, and he picked up his hoe with some disappointment, intending to get on with his work.

But Robert was very dissatisfied, the other party's disappointed expression seemed to arouse her blood, he summoned the courage that appeared out of nowhere, and stepped forward to grab the other party.

"Am I not a believer and can't answer your question? At least you're going to tell me what the problem is, right? ”

Miller looked at him a few times and said slowly:

"Believers dedicate their faith and receive the gifts of the goddess......"

"And then?"

"Is this fair?"

"It depends on what you're giving and whether it's worth more or less in the eyes of 'them.'" Robert snorted and said coldly: "Someone who has believed in the goddess all his life, but he has not received as many gifts as those who donate a sum of money to the tower, is this also called fairness?" We pay attention to the price of things when we buy and sell, and this tower is simply a black-hearted business, a fool who does not use his brain. ”

Robert didn't know Miller's identity, so he dared to speak freely, if he knew that Miller was one of the twelve priests of the tower, I am afraid that half of the words just now would not be spit out.

But strangely, Miller was not angry by these words, but showed a thoughtful expression.

"That'...... What will the goddess get if the believer gives his faith? He asked again.

"I know that I am not a Pope who can communicate with the Goddess." Robert rolled his eyes, but looked around, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he smiled, "It may be a blasphemy to say that, but I don't think you mind." I think that the goddess is a shrewd businessman, and she must have gained more benefits than you think, and who will do it if she doesn't make money? And the tower eats so many gold coins every year, who knows where the money goes? Anyway, those believers don't mind what they really gain and what they lose......"

"What ...... lost," Miller muttered, "just as the craftsman is overdrawn, what are we overdrawn......"

He seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was asking Robert, but the latter could not give an answer this time.

Robert suspects that the man in front of him had lost his brain in a battle, and he ended up on the construction site. As for the headless problem...... He had seen similar madmen, most likely poppy milk drunk, lying on the street and asking if they had seen the bird above his head.

Now that the question was not answered, the one picked up the hoe again and began to work seriously, and Robert wanted to come forward to talk, but hesitated for a moment and then put his foot back.

Forget it, it's better not to provoke this kind of person, in case he goes crazy, no one around him can stop him.

He stepped forward and kicked Hoover, who was pretending to be dead, and told him to entertain him with good food and drink, and to do whatever he wanted, and not to stop him from doing anything but demolishing the house. Hoover had seen how terrible this one was, and of course he was full of promises.

After the explanation, Robert asked the two unconscious men to leave.