The sky outside the window was gloomy, with dark clouds hanging very low, giving the impression that a storm was brewing.
Ning Feng reached out and felt the humidity outside with his fingertips, and sighed:
"It's going to rain, and it's going to be a heavy rain."
"Trial, do you know what that means?"
Frowning, Chu Yu didn't understand why Ning Feng brought up this topic at this time, and shook his head in confusion.
"Ah, don't overthink it, what I want to say is actually very simple."
People often call themselves riddle tellers, but Ning Feng didn't intend to do so this time.
"This means that the ancient city was immediately paralyzed by the torrential rain."
He was trying to use some simple and easy-to-understand examples to explain his meaning.
"And afterwards, only in the noble district will there be hard stone-paved roads that will not turn into muddy ground due to rain, and carriages will not get stuck in them."
"And beyond that, the outer working-class areas and even slums will become a disaster, and the roads will be impassable."
"Because of this situation, the common people in Hukou who relied on driving horse-drawn carriages to transport goods to support their families had no jobs and were forced to stay at home. They even had to go hungry for a day to reduce the loss of their jobs."
"And the goods piled up outside will also come back to life because of the accumulation, causing merchants to lose money and eventually become unable to hire laborers to move the goods."
"A vicious cycle."
This is not a problem specific to this royal city; what Ning Feng described was a very common situation during the Dark Ages.
"And these are all established facts, which will not change no matter what we do."
After entering the city, Ning Feng kept observing his surroundings and discovered almost all the typical bad habits of the Dark Ages.
This royal city is like a microcosm of that harsh era.
Like a microcosm of darkness.
The lives of the lowest classes are always the most miserable; in that dark era, they were merely a number that reflected the strength of a territory.
Those in power control resources but do not distribute them, enjoying their power while ignoring the deaths of those in power.
Ning Feng withdrew his hand, leaned against the window, looked at Chu Yu who had a puzzled expression on his face, and smiled:
"Still don't understand what I'm trying to say? That's okay, my meaning is actually very simple."
Lightning flashed across the gloomy sky, illuminating the dark room and Ning Feng's deep eyes.
The sky, brightened by the lightning, gradually darkened, but the eyes that shone in the lightning did not go out.
"There are far too many people in this city who need help, like that strange guy from earlier."
With his back to the dark sky, the demon, his eyes gleaming, spoke softly:
"If we try to help them one by one, it won't be enough time."
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