The Gallic province, which has the first human resources and the second industrial base of the empire, and its capital Paris, is undoubtedly prosperous, with its unique beauty and style. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sparkle of the Seine, all the light and shadow on the river, is shaken into gold and precious stones, shining in a dream full of wealth and romance.

In densely populated streets, you can see white-gloved dresses and organist-wearing entertainers. When the light sound of the piano sounds, the elegance precipitated in the notes will follow the busy streets to all parts of the city, adding spice and vitality to Paris's life.

The clean windows of fashion stores are full of dazzling and bright clothes, where rich and famous people spend a lot of money. In a café that resembles a small castle, men and women dressed elegantly and fashionably clink glasses frequently, the soft and flickering lights reflect the pure red wine in the wine glasses, and the jazz music wafts in the space.

“......”

Dressed in a black trench coat and with his hands in his pockets, Yarley wandered the streets with nothing to do, crossing the high arched ramp and admiring the Seine from above.

For many, it's romantic, fashionable, and gold-conscious, but for him, it's just a decadent metropolis. Tramps, thieves, hooligans and robbers in broad daylight are everywhere, and hopeless slums are growing in the cracks of bustling urban areas.

The black-haired knight walked down the ramp down the gentle slope into a shopping street, and as soon as a carriage stopped, a number of barefoot children rushed up, scrambling to clean the car owner, and they didn't even have a decent piece of clothing on them.

Yarei knew that if he intercepted one of the children and asked them about the situation in their home, they would look at him with pure and timid eyes—telling him that they were the children of landless peasants or workers.

The Emperor's New Deal allowed wealth and land to be merged, squeezing out the surplus agricultural population, turning it into cheap labor, forcing them into the cities and selling their labor in factories. In this way, the process of industrialization was promoted in order to reduce labor costs, resulting in the unprecedented prosperity of the city today.

“......”

The black-haired knight stopped his steps, stood in the background of the busy traffic, and looked at the children who were forced to go to the streets to make money to subsidize their families at a young age, and his eyes were full of gloom.

"Fuck off, you pariahs!"

The pot-bellied middle-aged gentleman waved his cane and drove the children away as if to drive away the plague. Noticing that it was the well-dressed Arei standing beside him, he gently took off his hat and saluted him, and then walked away quickly.

The black-haired knight could tell by his way of clothing that this man was just an ordinary middle-class man in the city, and there was only one reason why he was so high in the face of out-of-town children - their parents were not from the city, and they were poor and could not afford to buy a house and settle in Paris.

This chain of contempt is new, because the original peasants stay in the countryside, own land, take root in the countryside, are self-sufficient, and are despised by the big farmers and small nobles at most. There are very few people who go to the city to earn a living, and the wages are not as low as they are now.

Now that the peasants have no land and no skills other than farming, they have no place to go but to become cheap labor, and the places where they live in large concentrations have evolved into slums, and gradually they have become a group that the city people despise.

"Do you really think you're much more noble than them?"

Areh wanted to question him like this, but he didn't take action, because he knew very well that it was determined by the way wealth was distributed, and even if he killed the entire city, the chain of contempt would still exist.

He is a vested interest in the country, an immortal knight, a feudal official who is beyond everyone's reach, a promising marquis, and a trusted minister of Emperor Romulus.

With the power of a god, he should be the one who divides the cake from above, or rather, he is one of the rule-makers.

But now, seeing these poor people being repeatedly ravaged by the demons, the factory owners, the emperor, and even the entire upper class, Yalei could not remain indifferent - he felt compassion for the 'cake'.

Is it really what a benevolent monarch should do at the expense of all the workers and peasants of the entire empire to accelerate the annexation of land, the concentration of wealth, and the acceleration of industrialization?

Is it true that the so-called industrialization must sacrifice the poorest people and rely on the power of capital?

The black-haired knight found himself in a predicament, aimlessly navigating through the crowd, and behind him, the soft clouds were gradually eroded by the increasingly brilliant sunset, and a golden red light spread in the western sky.

......

From dawn to evening, Paris is always buzzing and energetic.

"When a capitalist comes into the world, from head to toe, every pore is dripping with blood and filth! Squeezing out every drop of blood and sweat of the workers is the nature of the capitalist, the inevitable result of profit-seeking, and the reflection of the bloody nature of capital!"

"Workers should unite and be brave enough to make their voices heard!"

"Yes, we want to have our own organization and protect our own rights and interests!"

Yarley walked along the well-groomed sidewalks, through the crowded streets, and in the places where the factories gathered, from time to time an angry orator in an old uniform would give a speech to a group of angry workers.

The Gallic government was not unaware of this, and they were well aware of the mood of the workers, but they did not care, or rather turned their noses up at it.

In front of the overwhelming strength of the knightly class, what this group of mortals can do, the so-called arming, revolution, uprising, in the face of almost divine power, is a fragile joke. The knights live so nourishedly, and they will not follow a group of mud-legged people to rebel against the emperor.

What exactly should they do to fight for their rights?

Yare was also thinking about it.

"Violence, uprising, revolution, it doesn't work in this world, some people are born with power, some people are mortal all their lives! If one of us becomes a knight, then I can conclude that even if he helps us to overthrow the emperor, he will only become another emperor, this is due to class nature!

Therefore, unless all people have no strength, and the strength of the country can be determined by industry, do not be delusional about the so-called armed revolution!"

A loud speech attracted the attention of the black-haired knight, exactly in line with his inner thoughts, and under the trend of curiosity, Yalei walked in the direction of the sound.

Surrounded by a group of tired workers, a blonde young man in a white shirt and brown trousers held a thick cyan cover book, and calmly told his ideas.

"In such a world, we cannot arm the revolution, but we can replace it! The combination of the workers and the peasants, combined with the power of the mages, can produce all the material needed by a country, so why should the capitalists profit from it?

His Majesty the Emperor, and the entire upper echelon of power, would not like a group that gnaws at their own interests.

We want to prove that the proletariat is better than the bourgeoisie, that the productive forces are stronger, that the workers and peasants can run their own farms, run their own factories!

As soon as the proletariat proves that its productive forces are strong enough, the empire will abandon the bourgeoisie like a rag! We, the poor masses, will gain the same social status as the factory owners now, and that's all!"

The young man's speech was so dispassionate that it was incendiary, and it was difficult for the workers to listen to it, even if they were listening. And his ideas were even more unrealistic than an armed riot, so the people listened and scattered, taking each other for a madman full of fallacies.