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Chapter 307 Humanity's way of treating the lower classes is excellent! We need to hurry and send them away! (Please subscribe)

The human reclamation team engineers, operating excavators, filled in the uneven, rocky road ahead.

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The dwarf, Rotten Fish—no, the dwarf now officially recognized by humans as Lavro—along with several of his dwarf companions, arranged the rather thick and slender wooden planks.

Those are some barriers that will be used to pave the cement road later.

An auxiliary passage will be built here. It will primarily be used to construct a road from the human settlement to the vegetable garden next to Tranquil Harbor.

Well, as a race that is extremely skilled in farming and warfare, the human pioneering teams had already begun to consider building vegetable gardens and other types of farmland to reduce logistical burdens when constructing military bases.

Ironically, the dwarves' political system is almost identical to that of a certain mythical kingdom.

However, it's not quite that complete!

Well, it's probably similar to the capital system of the Eagles, but it has a special feudal system.

The pyramid-shaped hierarchy, along with various ways to allow everyone to enjoy the present moment with peace of mind, also provides a path for the dwarves to climb up.

Power and wealth are controlled by 5% of the population, while the remaining 5% of wealth is shared among 95% of the population.

The dwarven nobles controlled a large amount of land. After a series of scientific tests, the soil in the areas occupied by humans was found to be very fertile. With only very simple land clearing and adjustment, it could be turned into fertile land.

However, aside from using it to raise omnivorous mounts like the Gru beasts, and as a hunting ground and resort area, the area was mostly desolate.

This was a huge crime for a farming and warlike race that craved more land.

So after confirming that Gazul had appeared and had an unimaginable influence on the dwarves, the humans immediately and decisively hired dwarven workers to carry out the construction.

Humans primarily operate engineering machinery, while dwarves serve as laborers, apprentices, and other skilled workers, assisting humans in solving problems.

Once they've learned how to do the job, and the specially adapted engineering machinery is in place, they'll be able to take on the main responsibilities.

However, while humans provide food and lodging, the competition among dwarves is extremely fierce.

The dwarves fought tooth and nail over a workstation a few days ago.

There was an unlucky guy named Gudo who was cornered and beaten black and blue, just so that he wouldn't be able to get out of bed so that someone else could take his place.

"Hey, Lavro, have you heard?" The dwarf next to him lowered his voice and leaned closer mysteriously.

"What?" Lavrov asked irritably as he adjusted the position of the wooden plank.

"That guy, Gudo, actually turned misfortune into a blessing in disguise!"

"His wife is practically crying herself hoarse, and she calls that good fortune?" Lavrov scoffed. That's how dwarf society is—survival of the fittest. If you get beaten up and have no one to rely on, you just have to accept your bad luck.

"What?!" the dwarf shouted. "The human military police have been dispatched! They dragged out those bastards who did the beating, put them on trial on the spot, and said they'll send them to mine until they've mined enough ore to atone for their sins before they'll be released!"

Lavrov paused in his movements.

Military police? Trial?

What kind of operation is this?

"That's not all!" His companion's eyes gleamed. "I just saw the human officer take Gudo and his entire family to live in the human camp!"

"What?!"

Lavrov was completely stunned.

"They've moved in! They've moved into one of those square, spotless tin boxes that you can see your reflection in them! They even said that once Gu Duo recovers, they'll make him a team leader!"

The air inside the cave seemed to freeze.

The dwarves who were eavesdropping all gaped, forgetting what they were doing.

They were beaten half to death, but not only did they get justice, their whole family moved into a human house and enjoyed a privilege that even noble lords might not have.

This is fucking amazing—there's such a good thing?

Lavrov stared blankly at the orderly, clean prefab houses in the distance, then looked at his own dilapidated home further away, dark, damp, and perpetually dark.

He really wanted to ask the humans when he could finish his work, earn enough points, and then move into those bright houses.

The living conditions of dwarves, especially those from the lower classes, are not very good.

Many dwarves, even without potion enhancement, have a theoretical lifespan of nearly two hundred years, but the lifespan of lower-class dwarves is very short.

Most of them don't live past 60.

Converting this to human years, it's equivalent to a lifespan of thirty-five years.

Only those who used warrior potions in their youth, or nobles such as artisans, could break through the 180-year mark and reach 200 years or even longer.

This is why dwarves have a great reverence for elders with long beards.

Their exceptionally long lifespan, extraordinary power, the monopoly formed by a special intellectual aristocracy, and various cruel natural disasters directly led to the gradual decline of the dwarf civilization.

Without human involvement, perhaps a tragic celestial invasion would have occurred, and the dwarves would have been completely wiped out.

Just like the previous high-latitude corruption.

Thankfully, humans arrived.

Humanity brought justice and fair opportunities, and at the same time gave the dwarves a better future.

The dwarves at the bottom of society are not fools; they are strong and healthy, and very intelligent.

Whoever treats them well, whoever feeds them, and the promises of their ancestors that as long as humans don't betray the dwarves, the dwarves will generally not betray humans.

It's important to know that dwarven culture includes concepts of karma and reincarnation, a dwarven version of demonized morality and shame, and myths and legends about striving for a new social class.

Of course, there are also many myths that inspire dwarves to fight and warriors to take revenge.

The origins of these things are unknown, but their spirit of resistance may be the key element that has allowed the dwarves to continue to this day.

"We must work hard, build good relationships with humans, and learn more human languages."

Lavro Rotfish was a clever dwarf who initially didn't understand why humans would create such strange and unusual things.

For example, left and right queues, basic language communication, and safety regulations.

They just find it too troublesome.

But after a few days, they discovered that human teachings were indeed effective.

The left and right queues, the east, west, south, and north directions, and the basic language allow dwarves and humans to communicate in a basic way.

At first, everyone's communication was clumsy, but as time went on, their gesticulating and lively communication became surprisingly smooth and harmonious.

The engineers of the human pioneering teams even had many amusing encounters with the dwarves.

Squeak!

The screeching sound of brakes shattered the noise of the construction site. The lead armored vehicle came to a sudden stop, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The convoy following closely behind immediately obeyed orders and moved in perfect unison, demonstrating the discipline of a military unit.

The dwarfs, who were sweating profusely at the construction site, stopped what they were doing and looked over curiously.

After the door was opened, several figures quickly jumped out of the car.

Lavrov, who was in a daze, looked closely and froze, dropping the wooden board in his hand to the ground with a clatter.

He nervously swallowed, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

"That—that—"

The dwarf who came down had the honor of seeing him from afar at the celebration!

That was none other than Le Bon, the Iron Hammer Commander, who had earned a formidable reputation on the southern front over the past century and whose military exploits were so outstanding that they could be written into an epic!

What shocked him even more was that humans also got out of the car behind him.

There were even a few odd ones out—elves with long ears?

What are these big shots doing at this construction site?

Le Bon got out of the car, his weathered eyes sharply sweeping across the entire construction site.

Finally, their gaze fell on Lavrov, who seemed somewhat at a loss.

With a smile on his face, he strode towards Lavrov.

Meanwhile, the other important figures dispersed and approached the other dwarf workers for questioning.

The human soldiers and engineering team members who were originally present were called away from the area by another human officer.

"Young man, don't be nervous!" Le Bon's rough but warm hand patted Lavrov's shoulder, the force of which almost made Lavrov's body fall apart.

Lavrov jolted, stood bolt upright, and his voice trembled: "Elder Le Bon!"

"Oh? You know me." Le Bon raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. "Can you tell me your name?"

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"Lavro Seafood Alley - Rotten Fish!"

Lavrov practically shouted his name, as if afraid the important man wouldn't hear him.

He regretted it as soon as he said it; it was incredibly embarrassing to utter that name in front of a war hero.

"A good kid from Seafood Alley? Sounds like a good place." Le Pen smiled, his voice carrying a seasoned composure that instantly eased Lavrov's tension. "Young man, I'd like to ask about what happened before."

He lowered his voice further: "You saw your ancestor with your own eyes a few days ago?"

At the mention of this, Lavrov immediately started nodding his head like a firecracker being lit.

"I saw it! Elder Le Bon, you've heard about it too? I saw it with my own eyes! Our ancestor descended from the Temple, and those corrupt scum, those beasts from Mazast, wanted to burn our grain, pen us up, and kill us! But when our ancestor intervened, they were all wiped out!"

Lavrov's voice was so excited he was almost incoherent, gesturing wildly as he spoke: "Later, humanity and our ancestors together put those greedy nobles to trial! Now we're doing just fine! We either work for the governor or we work for humanity!"

As he listened to the other person's rambling account of the corrupters' heinous acts, Le Bon's smile gradually faded, and a cold, murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"He deserves to die, he absolutely deserves to die!" he muttered, patting Lavrov's shoulder again, but with much gentler force. "Child, can you tell me how you're doing here? I'm very worried that my compatriots are being mistreated."

Upon hearing this, a genuine, silly, happy smile instantly bloomed on Lavrov's face.

"Elder, you have no idea!" he said, his voice rising several decibels, brimming with boastfulness, "We work alongside humans, and we're provided with food and lodging! Three meals a day, every single one with meat! We're stuffed!"

"In a few more days, they will build houses for us. As long as we work hard, don't break the law, and work for a certain period of time, the houses will be given to us for free!"

At this point, the honest-looking dwarf seemed to remember something, slapped his forehead, and excitedly pointed to a clearing in the distance.

"Look there! Those are the houses being built for us! Many are already finished, and some of them are for that unfortunate guy who got beaten up by the foreman! Not only did the humans arrest the thief, but they also brought his whole family over so he could be the first to move into the new house!"

Following the direction Lavrov's finger pointed, Le Bon saw the cluster of buildings that were rising from the ground.

It was a creation he had never seen before.

It was entirely gray and white, square, without the carvings that dwarves were so proud of, without the curves that elves loved, and without a trace of magic.

In Le Bon's eyes, these houses had no runic or magical beauty whatsoever.

However, when his gaze passed through those huge, clear, pure white glass windows, his pupils involuntarily contracted.

It's so clean inside.

The windows were bright and clean, and the floor was so smooth that you could see your reflection in it.

Judging from Lavrov's words and looking at the mountains of materials, it seems that humans intend to cover all houses with these things.

This mirror-like smoothness, which was only found in the legends of the dwarven royal family and was possessed by the dwarves of the Golden and Silver Ages, was actually used in the houses where the lowest-ranking of their kin lived.

And those large chunks of transparent crystal.

Such enormous size, such a large quantity, and such pure texture would absolutely bankrupt a nobleman in the Dwarf Kingdom.

Humans actually used it as a window for ordinary workers?

He turned his head and looked at Lavrov Rotten Fish.

In the eyes of that young dwarf, a light called hope shone.

Le Bon remained silent and walked over.

He entered a newly completed house that still smelled slightly strange.

The interior furnishings were so simple they could be described as rudimentary. There were no murals, no tapestries, no magic lamps, and not even a decent chair with elaborate carvings.

The walls were pure white, the floor was as smooth as marble, and everything was impeccably clean.

Le Bon subconsciously looked down at his dusty boots and the mud in the gaps of his armor.

He suddenly felt a little uneasy and stopped walking, not wanting his filth to defile this clean space.

An absurd idea flashed through his mind.

In ancient times, our ancestors and all the common people lived on a sacred mountain. Their palaces were bright and clear, untouched by dust, and one could see one's own reflection when looking down.

This is a line from a collection of anecdotes in an ancient book; a scene that Le Bon once envied greatly is now...

He let out a long breath, only one conclusion remaining in his mind: "These humans are not only terrifyingly powerful, but also outrageously wealthy!"

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

A clear bell rang out in the distance, followed by shouts from human soldiers in broken dwarven language.

"Gulp."

Lavrov's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He glanced at the elder Le Bon beside him, but forcibly suppressed the urge to run away.

Le Bon, seeing his greedy expression, couldn't help but smile: "Human food, is it delicious?"

"Delicious! So delicious!" Lavrov, the Rotten Fish, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Elder Le Bon, you wouldn't believe it, three meals a day, all you can eat! The taste is even better than the roast meat I ate during the Feast of Grace of the Ancestors when I was a child!"

Le Bon still had doubts, but he nodded nonetheless: "Take me to see."

The scene in the canteen once again shocked the understanding of this commander of ten thousand iron soldiers.

Inside the enormous shed, the dwarves marched in neat rows past huge, steaming metal cauldrons.

The human cook, with a smile, scooped up a large, tenderly stewed piece of meat with one spoonful, and another spoonful of glistening, stir-fried vegetables—

The staple food was piles of white rice, and each dwarf was given a small wooden bucket that could hold at least two pounds of rice.

Le Bon personally carried a meal of three dishes and a soup, and stared at the overflowing rice in the wooden bucket, falling into a long silence.

He took a bite.

The flavor was novel; it wasn't the smoky, fiery taste that dwarfs were used to, but rather a complex and indescribable freshness and aroma.

The meat was tender, the vegetables were crisp, and the soup was hot.

He silently finished his meal, then looked at Lavro across from him, who was already burping with a protruding belly, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him: "Lavro, do you eat like this every day? This—is this not the last good meal humans will give you? From now on, it will just be black bread and watery soup, won't it?"

He had seen far too many of these tricks to win people over.

"The last meal?" Lavrov Rotten Fish scratched his head, looking bewildered. "No, elder. It's the same for lunch and dinner. But I still like breakfast the most—their spicy soup is so good! And the sweet tofu pudding is delicious!"

Le Bon remained silent.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he stood up and wandered around the camp.

He stopped an old miner who was picking his teeth, questioned a young stonemason who had just put down his tools, and even found several dwarves who had once been refugees.

The answers I received were all exactly the same.

Plenty of food, ample rest, fair treatment, and—hope for the future.

As the investigation drew to a close, Le Bon stood in the center of the camp, watching the dwarves coming and going, their faces beaming with genuine smiles he had never seen on the faces of his fellow countrymen. The shock he felt was beyond measure.

This was the second day of talks between Le Pen and Yu Qiweng's envoy.

After negotiations, the dwarves decided to send people back to Tranquil Harbor, partly to ascertain the current problems in Tranquil Harbor, partly to find out from the nobles whether the ancestors had truly descended, and partly to examine the documents previously signed by the ancestors.

He confirmed that those things were indeed from his ancestors.

This minimized the dwarves' doubts, and Le Bon had almost accepted the idea of ​​humans and dwarves jointly governing Tranquil Harbor.

This will certainly provoke opposition from the Mithril clans and some dwarven nobles in the maritime trade.

But they suffered heavy losses in this war against the Corruptors.

After confirming that the ancestors had indeed appeared and left an agreement with humans, the next step was to confirm the treatment of the dwarves among humans.

After reading it, Le Bon felt even more upset!

"It's a good deal for the lower classes of our tribe to follow them!"

Le Bon had a fiery temper, but his troops, even the cooks and servants, were treated far better than those of other clans.

The Molten Clan behind him was, besides the Royal Guard, the clan that treated the lower-class dwarves the best.

This lineage dates back hundreds of years. Le Bon's great-grandfather was a lowly miner without even a surname. Through luck, sheer strength, and a reckless fighting style, she fought her way to glory on the battlefield. Finally, she took a warrior's potion, which led to the establishment of the Le Bon family.

The first rule of our family is: Don't forget where you came from!

Therefore, Le Bon preferred to promote those low-ranking dwarf soldiers who were brave and willing to fight.

But now, his supposedly great kindness seems like a joke compared to that of humans.

No, they don't even have the right to compare!

All Le Pen could do was, after winning the battle, bring out the barrels of wine and roast meat, and let everyone eat and drink to their heart's content.

But once the wine is finished and the meat is all eaten, what about the next day? What about the third day?

Those who are supposed to be unemployed will remain unemployed, and those who are supposed to be poor will remain poor.

That small reward was like a ladle of water poured into a boiling furnace; it vanished with a sizzle.

And humanity—

Le Bon looked at the construction site in the distance, where the dwarves were working hard, but their faces did not show the numbness of being enslaved, but rather genuine smiles.

Humans don't just provide a meal or a way to survive.

They offer jobs that you can do long-term, skills that you can learn, and houses that you can truly own after working for a certain period of time!

Le Bon had never seen this pattern before, yet he instantly grasped its key point.

This is a system that allows people at the bottom of society to continuously create wealth and gain dignity through their own hands!

"I'm such a useless person! Others can lead everyone to live a decent life!"

Thinking of the opposition in the capital who were waiting to see him make a fool of himself, Le Bon's lips curled into a mocking smile.

The Mithril Clan, those fat-headed bastards who have become slaves to money, would rather watch their people starve and freeze to death than share a single loaf of bread with them.

He witnessed firsthand the current state of the dwarves of the Mithril Clan during his visit!

Coincidentally, with the capital currently leaderless, the newly established temporary council of elders is headed by their old ally, the Molten Clan.

Based on this observation, Le Bon is certain that cooperation with humans is no longer necessary.

"Our ancestor was indeed our ancestor!" Le Bon exhaled a heavy breath, and the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished.

Collaborating with humans yields far more than we imagine.

"Although these humans seem to really enjoy spreading all sorts of knowledge, which infuriates those noble lords who treat technology as a family heirloom—"

"But—damn it, I really like it!"

Le Bon felt a sudden sense of relief, and all his worries vanished.

Not far away, the faces of the accompanying elven envoys were all grim.

They witnessed the dwarves' fervor and Le Bon's change of attitude throughout.

After careful confirmation, it is estimated that the two races are about to form a deep strategic partnership!

One of the elves lowered his voice, his tone urgent: "We can't wait any longer! The dwarves are terrified of the humans! They'll probably be completely on the human side soon."

Another elf gazed gravely in the direction of the human camp and declared resolutely, "We must immediately hold a high-level meeting with the human envoys! Otherwise, once the humans have absorbed and assimilated the forest's borders, the kingdom will never have peace again!"

"I see there are almost no women on the human side. According to human nature, shouldn't we—"

The leading elven mage paused for a moment, then said, "Let's give our feedback to the governor and the high priest."