Chapter 1171 Wouldn’t it be better if I could become a good master?

When Sherlock heard the Eye Demon's words before, he subconsciously thought that the number of slaves in the city was three times that of free people... Maybe there were also the slaves of the good master himself, but not much more.

But this ratio of free people to slaves... is too weird!

In other cities, this ratio generally does not exceed one to four.

——And in Paradise City, the ratio is an astonishing one to three hundred!

Rather than saying they are "free people", it is better to say they are "aristocrats"!

"I see……"

Aiwass commented sharply: "He may have invented the feudal system."

——If the treatment of free citizens is good enough, then all we need to do is reduce the number of free citizens.

"But there are so many slaves," Lily, hiding in Aiwass's shadow, couldn't help but ask, "If they secretly eat some food, there's nothing we can do about it, right?"

"That's all I can do, miss."

Although the voice came from nowhere, the Eye Demon obediently answered. Clearly, Lily wasn't the first person to ask this question: "Those foods have exceptionally bright colors, and these colors can't be digested or erased. If those untouchables dare to eat these free bread, free meat, and free drinks, their feces will become colored."

"All slaves had fixed toilets. Excreting outside of these toilets was a capital offense. Every day, Adil would send people to inspect the toilets. If colored feces were detected, all slaves who used the toilet would be executed, unless they surrendered the thief's head before the inspector arrived.

"Slaves must find and kill the perpetrator with their bare hands, while the inspector uses colored feces as a medium for a curse. If no one dies, the matter is closed. If the curse holds true, the slaves who used the toilet will also be killed, so taking the blame is impossible."

——That’s just right.

Aiwass breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Hearing about such cruel punishment, Aihua suddenly felt that the style of painting had returned - this was the style of painting of the ancient Parthia Empire.

No wonder the Eye Demon just said "Adil gives us color", so this is what he meant.

Thank God. Aiwass just thought he had accidentally wronged a good person.

"But so many slaves..."

Ligeia frowned. "Where do they usually live? In the slums?"

"Underground, my lord. It keeps the city clean."

"Stateless slaves have other things to do. Only when it seems to them that serving a free man and living under the sun is a better life will they serve their masters faithfully."

The two beholders answered in succession.

"What kind of job is it?"

Ligeia demanded.

But the Eye Demon could not give an answer to this.

It’s not that they are hiding it, but they really don’t know and don’t care about these things.

"underground……"

Sherlock chewed on the word slowly, looking around thoughtfully: "Evans, I remember you said... the desert of rest will suck blood, right?"

"You mean, the alchemical tablet?"

Although Sherlock's words were incoherent, Aiwass guessed what he meant in an instant: "The good master of Paradise City buys slate from Rock Cellar City?"

"That makes sense, my friend."

In front of outsiders, Sherlock did not call Aiwass "fox".

He said calmly, "Yanjiao City, a small border town with no special products and insufficient production capacity, was able to purchase so many alchemical slabs and build an underground waterway of this scale. Why do you think it was done? Where did the money of the benefactor of Yanjiao City come from?"

"They didn't even capture the slaves escaping the city, and they even built underground tunnels that might have helped them escape. They simply kept watch. What do you think their purpose was?"

"The former... naturally involves reselling the slate to Adil at a high price. The latter, on the other hand, is a way out for the benevolent master... If he senses murderous intent from his incredibly powerful partner, he'll likely switch identities with a slave and disguise himself as one to escape through the underground passage."

Aiwass glanced at the troll wizard who was painfully chanting "Praise to the Generous Adil, Praise to the Merciful Adil," then suddenly turned and walked back into the house, muttering softly, "If someone has no job and no parents to support him, yet somehow has endless money... then it's likely that his funds came from illicit sources."

Hearing this, Sherlock smiled with relief.

He knew that Aiwass had understood.

——Since the merchants went to Anxi, they naturally planned to do business in Anxi.

In this case, their trade routes and caravans could not just stop at the entrance to Rock Cellar City. Because Rock Cellar City, a small city with only a few hundred people, could not possibly have high enough purchasing power to buy out all the products here.

But if the merchants were able to penetrate deep into the ancient Parthia Empire, how could they not bring out any information from inside?

There is only one answer.

That is why most merchants stop at Rock Cellar City.

Of course, Rock Cellar City didn't have enough money to buy all their goods, but Paradise City did.

Paradise City gave Rock Cellar City a sum of money to purchase goods and then transfer them to them. Since the caravan had already bought all the goods, they only needed to exaggerate the subsequent dangers to drive these merchants away.

Any city-state that attempted to attack Rock Cellar City would be defeated by the powerful Heaven City. Therefore, as a key gateway city, the only way for Xing Ti to reach An Xi, Rock Cellar City's defenses were so weak... because they were themselves subordinate city-states governed by Heaven City's long arm!

Paradise City uses this method to cut off the land supply to other city-states.

As a result, only the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, which could reach the southern desert, could sell goods to other city-states. The goblins' greed allowed them to drain all the resources of other city-states. Paradise City, with its constant supply of cheap goods, gained an advantage in trade and war with other city-states.

Now that Paradise City has suddenly turned against Rock Cellar City and directly destroyed the city... there are only two possibilities.

Or maybe Rock Cellar City was too greedy, taking too much of the profits from the deal and manipulating it too much, and Heaven City finally couldn't stand it anymore. So they planned to destroy them and replace them with their own people to handle the deal.

Or maybe Paradise City is too greedy... and no longer needs partners who are not completely obedient.

Regardless of the reason, it actually shows one thing:

——They felt that the time had come and planned to unite and rest.

That's why they planned to sell this grand ceremony that could easily destroy a city in exchange for a large amount of money and complete control of this pass.

The reason why the three ritualists were waiting here was not to protect this troll wizard...

Their essence is a "sales office".

Although the three ritualists had been waiting here, they hadn't prepared any trap-like ritual spells—otherwise, even Aiwass would have been overwhelmed. After all, ritualists rely on lengthy preparations to defeat the strong with the weak.

This shows that their purpose is not actually to "kill all outsiders and prevent the ceremony from being stopped."

This troll wizard was already on the verge of burning to ashes. Even if Aiwass and the others hadn't arrived... in two or three days at most, with the troll wizard's natural death, this wave of petrification would have ended.

By that time, the number of visitors would increase. These three ritualists would then conduct business negotiations with those interested. After all, the foreigners they had previously negotiated with were all benefactors of Rock Cellar City, a secret of Rock Cellar City's self-preservation. If they were to force their way in and take over, they would need to reconnect with those people.

What is the so-called "Adil's great deeds"? It is also very simple...

For the fragmented Parthian Church, "unifying Parthian Church" is the only great cause that Parthians can recognize.

Every city-state has different laws, every city-state has its own benevolent ruler, and every free citizen who adapts to the lifestyle of his own city-state hopes to assimilate other city-states to his own way of life.

When one city-state defeated another, the free citizens of the opposing city who could not pay to redeem themselves would be reduced to slavery. The way of life and rules would be overturned, and the free citizens of the original city could migrate to the new city-state.

While the Good Lord will still be retained for water production, they will be demoted three levels to become "Governors." They will also lose their privileges and the right to make rules. If the Good Lord dies, the city will be abandoned and everyone will move to a city under the Good Lord's protection.

If their benevolent master could unify and bring peace to the people, then they would be "noble citizens" living in the capital, a level higher than free citizens.

For the free people of Paradise City, they naturally hope that Adil can unify Anxi and save everyone.

Let everyone live a happy life with unlimited food and water, without any disputes or conflicts!

——Of course, slaves are not considered human beings.

Even the slaves themselves did not consider themselves human beings.

They would rather seek refuge with other good leaders and go to other cities than leave the desert as human beings.

"Young Master..."

Away from the crowd, Lily's voice rang out softly, "Why are the Sabbatarians... so weird?"

She wanted to help these people, but she didn't know where to start. She felt that everything was so natural and self-contained. Any interference from the outside would make the Anxi people feel uncomfortable.

Aiwass didn't answer her, but continued to walk deeper.

The crow standing on Aiwass's shoulder said coldly, "Because they have no choice, Lily. Without a good master, everyone will die. The root of the problem is that this desert is not meant for living people—this is not a place for people to live. Since their ancestors, all of them have been wrong."

"It's like a group of people mastered the ability to allow others to breathe and live underwater, and so they took a group of people to the bottom of the sea to survive among the ruins of the Atlantean civilization. They naturally have the power to control everyone, and anyone who disobeys them will be deprived of the right to breathe. This is because their ancestors have sold this power... the power to control their descendants, generation after generation, to their rulers."

"And it's not possible to let them come ashore again. Although they entered the seabed from other countries back then, if they come ashore now, they will occupy the land of other countries."

Aiwass said softly, "People from other countries won't allow these strangers to enter their territory for no apparent reason. If we force them to agree, we'll just be using another group of people to bully us."

The problems facing Anxi are truly difficult to resolve.

The root cause is that it is difficult to cure the problem - does he want to say directly that it was wrong for you to choose to live here?

They thought this was just an ordinary desert, and that with the power of the Good Lord they could permanently transform the desert into an oasis... but that was not the case.

The underground here is full of sinister thorns... It is abnormal that there are so many sinister thorns in the material world. I am afraid that the underground here is the umbilical cord between the material world and the dream world, just like the fairy kingdom.

——If it's wrong, what should we do? Should we just kill them all?

"Then what should we do?"

Lily felt confused.

It was a feeling of discomfort that one couldn't do anything about.

"It's simple," Aiwass replied. "While the existence of the 'Good Lord' cannot be erased, that's not the problem. It's that the Good Lord has chosen to monopolize the ability to become the Good Lord through hereditary inheritance."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Hearing this, Vignes laughed happily.

She already knew what Aiwass was going to do.

She seemed to be back in the days when she had just met Aiwass, and was amazed every day by his bold and bizarre ideas.

Aiwass continued walking towards the Good Lord's room, slowly saying, "I truly cannot become a Good Lord because I lack the adaptability to the Twilight Path... No, to be precise, I should actually have it. But for some reason, I've never been able to utilize the power of the Wild Hunt I received from the Ascension Ceremony."

“But if it’s just about communicating with Yuan Tiansi… something of this level, as a cardinal, I can also do it.

"And if it's just about producing water infinitely—Sherlock can do that, too.

"In that case..."

Aiwass went into the Good Master's bedroom.

The kind leader of Rock Cellar City is a tall and fat man.

He wasn't ugly, and could even be considered quite handsome—a testament to his excellent genes, inherited from generation to generation. He was fair-skinned, with minimal fat on other parts of his body, and was considered quite muscular, except for his unusually large belly, which resembled that of a pregnant woman.

He was holding his young wife, chatting excitedly with a sardonic smile on his face, while his five wives surrounded him, lying or kneeling on the huge bed to serve him, their faces also showing similar smiles, some sincere, some flattering.

Aiwass looked at the Good Lord and whispered, "Since the Parthians are only willing to obey the Good Lord's rules, and only recognize that the Good Lord can rule them, dominate their fate, and change their way of life...

"——Then why don't we become good masters?"

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When I woke up today, my headache was gone, but my neck still hurt a little... (turning head)

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