"It's only going to get worse in the future." Char muttered softly.

"Because the best people don't choose to stay here, and those who are strong, courageous, and enterprising will go to the rest of the world.

What will be left behind will only be those who are not qualified enough, have no enthusiasm, have bad brains and skills, and have degenerated to the point of hopelessness, staying here and continuing to reproduce.

Year after year, day after day, there is no hope.

The best of them will be taken away, and the children here will grow up to be brave and strong men.

I'm going to have to go to the army. ”

Char sneered, "On the surface, the soldiers are heroes who defend their families and the country, but in fact they are unfortunate poor people, who will sacrifice their bodies as cannon fodder in order to get a fixed ration, have a place to live and clothes to wear.

This was true not only of the Britannian Empire, but also of the Spanish Empire.

You know what, Arthur.

Alicia and I actually went back to Eagle Point, and we found Mr. Foster.

He was rescued by a soldier with a clear conscience in the Western Empire, and although he was burned in many places, he miraculously survived.

With our help, he managed to meet Mrs. Foster.

The mountains of the Western Empire do not hate the rivers of Britannia. ”

Char looked at Char, "If you go to war in the future, I hope you can understand this."

Of course, this is not to leave you unnecessarily merciful in the face of your enemies.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

Rather, it allows you to maintain the reverence you deserve for life, and you don't have to kill unnecessarily in order to vent your anger. ”

Arthur nodded solemnly.

Char looked out the window through the curtain of the carriage.

"The best workers are constantly being picked out, and the rest of them are pathetic and depraved.

In the end, they will sink into the abyss at the bottom of the slums.

Those talents are like alcohol, they are sucked away and sprinkled all over the world, becoming a new cycle of blood, multiplying everywhere.

And those who are left behind are like dregs, they are isolated, all soaked together, and become vulgar and cruel.

When they become murderers, most of them just accidentally beat people to death with their bare hands, and stupidly leave their fate to the executioner.

They don't have the courage to sin boldly.

Some people stab their friends to death with blunt knives or smash their friends' heads with tin cans, then sit down and wait for the police to arrive.

And those husbands who are angry with their employers will only take their anger out on the women, beat their wives, and beat them to the point that their noses and faces are swollen.

But these women are helpless in this regard, they have children to take care of, they have to rely on their husbands to support their families, and they dare not let their husbands go to jail.

Whenever such a case goes to court, the battered wife will always cry and beg the judge to let her husband go for the sake of the children.

Wives have become screaming shrews, or they have become sluggish, wagging their tails like dogs and begging for mercy, even if they still have a little bit of the reserve and self-esteem they had when they were not married.

At this moment, it is also exhausted, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss of depravity and obscenity. ”

The carriage stopped at the end of the street, and Arthur and Char walked down together, standing in the slum, and Char's words continued.

"One class has been able to maintain its superiority because of the continued degeneration of another.

The workers were constantly isolated in the slums, and of course could not escape the degradation that followed.

A stunted, dwarf race was created.

Can you believe it, Arthur.

In the future, more banks, factories, restaurants, and office buildings will be built, land will become more expensive, and rents will soar as a result.

And these people who can't pay the rent will gather here like these people, and the slums will get bigger and bigger. ”

Arthur's face was a little pale, but he bit his lip, and an unknown flame burned in his eyes.

"Just as Napoleon lived in that period." Char said.

"It's a turbulent time, but it's also a time of opportunity.

The people are in dire need of change, but whether you can succeed in seizing the opportunity like Napoleon, or whether you will not fall like him, is up to you. ”

Arthur came back to his senses and nodded solemnly, "I see, teacher." ”

At this time, a commotion from one side attracted their attention.

A seven-foot-tall man was kneeling and pleading in front of a butcher stand, and beside him stood a crying, emaciated child.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, the child is not bad-hearted, it's just that he hasn't eaten meat for more than a year, and he's greedy."

There was a piece of meat on the ground, and it seemed that the child had been caught stealing the meat from the butcher shopkeeper, and the child's father had come to intercede.

In this day and age, there were no child protection laws, and stealing was punishable by jail time, no matter how big it was.

Arthur frowned and walked over to the hesitant butcher.

"How much, I paid for him."

The butcher came back to his senses and said, "3 Tris 6 Dinaris." ”

Arthur took the money out of his bosom and gave it to him, then said to the father.

"Take the meat back and make up for it."

The father looked at Arthur and his throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end all the words turned into two words.

"Thank you."

So saying, he picked up the meat from the ground and quickly left the place with the child.

Arthur watched them go in silence, without saying a word.

Char walked over slowly, standing still beside him.

At this time, Arthur laughed at himself, "Teacher, you say, I don't seem like the kind you say, in order to satisfy my own hypocrisy, occasionally give to some poor people, and enjoy their gratitude to the nobles of Dade?"

I knew there must be many more things like this, and I would never be able to help them, but I couldn't help but come over. ”

"There is an old saying in the East." Char said, "If you don't accumulate depressions, you can't reach thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas."

When everyone can help those in need, they can always help.

If something is very difficult, there must always be someone who stands up and does it first.

You helped him, and he will help others in the future.

A spark will eventually start a prairie fire.

As long as you move with your heart and have a clear conscience, you will never be hypocritical. ”

Arthur didn't speak, he just quietly watched everything around him, his eyes flashing.

Char smiled and continued.

"We're done shopping here, do you want to go back?"

Arthur thought for a moment, "You go back first, I want to see here again, I'll go back before dinner." ”

Char nodded, with Arthur's current force, there is no need to worry about security and other issues, he also has enough ability to distinguish between right and wrong.

He didn't say anything more, but slowly disappeared in place.

By the time Arthur returned, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

The night covered the sky, and there were no stars or moons.

But I don't know what he went through, he was obviously in a trance, and his whole complexion was not very good.

The state is even worse than after hearing what Char said at noon.

Char was not surprised, just sat down in the chair and picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tranquil aroma of tea pervades the air, soothing the irritable heart.

"Did you see anything?"

"The father we met at noon kneeling and pleading for his child," Arthur's throat moved, as if something was choking in his throat.

"Their whole family died, and they committed suicide by poisoning."

Char was silent, Alicia didn't know what was happening, but she also sensed that something was not right in the atmosphere, her face was solemn, but she didn't say anything.

"They had the most hearty dinner of their lives."

Arthur walked up with a hoarse voice, and he looked at Char with an unknown light in his dark eyes.

"Teacher, what kind of mood did they have to finish their last meal?"

Char was silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke, "I don't know, maybe. They also restrained their mood and worked hard to talk and laugh, pretending that nothing would happen, just like the New Year. ”

He whispered, "Perhaps the father also drank a rare bowl of wine, and the mother watched the child eat like a hungry wolf with a smile in the dim light."

Maybe after taking the medicine, he still patted the children's chests, told bedtime stories softly, and coaxed them to sleep.

Until the scythe of death swings down, snatching away their poverty, their dignity, their meager dreams. ”

Arthur looked up slowly, his eyes red.

"Teacher, I want to change the world."

(End of chapter)