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Chapter 104 Is this human?

After lunch, he gave Eileen some pocket money and then Faros left the restaurant.

This is very unusual.

It wasn't that Ludwig gave him a bad impression; on the contrary, he was too good. He was a sunny and cheerful young man, and the other party didn't even recognize him.

The white giant was someone Stoneham knew.

While the possibility of a disguise cannot be ruled out, Ludwig's suspicion level is still declining sharply.

Pharos fell into deep thought.

Hmm, it's also possible that Ludwig was replaced by the White Giant.

According to Christina, the number of corpses that have been killed and had their faces peeled off has been decreasing recently, and the white giant seems to be hiding and brewing something.

Is it the calm before the storm? Or does the white giant have another purpose?

In any case, the march must stop until the white giant is eliminated.

Otherwise—it would be a white fog catastrophe, and the Moretti family's tragedy would unfold throughout Dawn Town.

Hmm, let's test Ludwig's waters tonight.

"That's too dangerous, Pharos! You can't keep thinking about self-destruction!" At this moment, Miss Raven scolded, "I knew it! Detective Simon made a mistake by giving you this sword!"

Well, it really is—Pharos recalled the conversation deep within their souls last night.

With each self-destruction of his soul, he gets one step closer to becoming a vampire.

Taking this opportunity, Pharos asked, "Miss Raven, do you know what a vampire is?"

"Vampires? I've heard of them, but I haven't had much contact with them." Miss Raven pondered for a moment and said, "It's said that people who have had black blood disease have a chance of turning into alien monsters, probably like the vascular man from yesterday. It's quite disgusting."

Even the well-informed Miss Raven doesn't know? Pharos was filled with anxiety, "What would happen if I became a vampire?"

"Don't worry too much about what the vampire said that day. Your soul strength is so high that the black blood disease can't infect you. But actually, yesterday was my first time coming into contact with a vampire, so my understanding is limited—I don't know either," Miss Raven comforted her.

This only made Ross more anxious.

From Miss Raven's perspective, the vampire seems more like he's bluffing.

But in fact, he had been infected with leukemia.

His soul is special because it is intertwined with the power of the "Heavenly Prayer God" and the "Mother God".

Through the interplay between the two great gods, Pharos became exceptionally special, which gave him the opportunity to see Miss Raven in her "spirit" state.

While there was still time, Pharos decided to go to the library to look for information about leukemia.

He had only taken a couple of steps when a hand from behind pressed down on his shoulder.

"Mr. Pharos, are you free now?"

Pharos felt a chill run through him, stiffly turning his head to see a face he didn't want to see. "Is there something you need, Mr. Ludwig?"

Corleone's reception room.

"Old man, you were looking for me?"

Because the college was on holiday, Roman asked his family for money to go to the Warcraft Market, but was told that his father needed to see him.

"I heard you've recently agreed to take over the family business?" Godfather Sonny said with satisfaction.

"I just feel that some of the family's decisions are unreasonable and need to be changed," Roman said, unable to hide it any longer. He found a sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"It's good that you're willing to get more involved in the family business, but sometimes the decisions are too radical," Sonny cautioned.

Roman disliked all this beating around the bush and said directly, "Old man, just tell me, do you want me to interfere?"

"Alright, alright, don't get excited," Sonny quickly comforted his son, seeing that he was a little flushed, afraid of dampening his spirits. "I'm glad you're willing to take over the family business, but sometimes your decisions don't align with the family's interests, and I must remind you of that."

Roman's expression was complex, but he said empathetically, "Old man, have you ever worked on an assembly line? It's tedious, boring—I think it's inhumane!"

"You can't do it because you were born into the Corleone family. Before your grandfather rose to power, the Empire hadn't passed the 8-hour workday law; everyone worked 12 hours." Sonny, smoking his pipe, sat at his desk, his hands crossed under his chin, recalling, "You need to understand, Dawntown isn't just the Corleone family's Dawntown. There are other families, and there's the church. If we don't work overtime, then others will crowd out the market. What will happen then?"

Roman understood, of course, that if the Corleone family were squeezed out of the market, it would decline.

However, he believed that the third holy king who founded the country was right when he said, "On the ocean, you can sail a ship, and you can also capsize it."

It's too late to make changes when the boat is about to capsize.

So Roman retorted, "Old man! Didn't you see the scale of the strike and demonstration? I heard that Grandpa was also from the East End, and he was elected Godfather by the votes of the old East Enders! How could we be standing here without the East Enders?"

"That was before. In Dawntown now, the Mafia families have grown so powerful that they no longer need to cater to the townspeople," Sonny patiently explained, then countered, "What do you think these power holders should be held accountable for?"

"Aren't they townspeople?"

Sonny shook his head: "You're too idealistic! Power is only accountable to its source, and the Mafia's power comes from violence! When the people of Dawntown were abandoned by the Empire, they could only live in a world overrun by gangsters. When a person has no right to choose, he can only become the one being chosen. Do you understand?"

Roman frowned deeply: "But—they're resisting!"

"Roman, the power struggle at the top isn't as simple as you think. It's not the gangs that are exploiting these people in the East End, but the church that rules Castile. They've tacitly approved of this behavior. If they resist, the church will naturally handle it. You don't need to worry," Sonny reassured him.

Sonny doted on and was very patient with his son.

After all, he is the only son of the Corleone family.

Roman finally realized that the situation in Dawntown was worse than he had imagined.

The gangs acted with impunity, the empire turned a blind eye, and the church suppressed them with an iron fist. The people of the East District lived in blood and fire.

Sonny continued, "Because the Empire doesn't care about this place, our market is built on real hard-fought battles. Roman, if you want to be the savior of Dawntown, you have to first secure the Corleone family's base, and then gradually swallow up the other families. When you have the sole power, you can then achieve your goal."

Ludwig said, "If you've heard my speeches, then you should know who I'm attacking."

"A salaryman?" Pharos asked in return.

He was somewhat puzzled, as the world's historical context was on the eve of war after the Industrial Age, or even after the world had already fought its first war and had long since completely banned the human trade.

There's something even stranger.

But as a symbol of Western society, Pharos did not see a single Black person.

Does this mean there are no Black people in the world?

What exactly is this "Salaryman"?

"Actually, my research into human aesthetics isn't very deep; my expertise in painting lies on another level." Ludwig smiled slightly, took a sheet of drawing paper from his pocket, and handed it over. "They are the root of suffering; you should try to understand this aspect."

"If we don't resist this information, the empire will repeat its mistakes. That's all I have to say. Goodbye."

Ludwig turned and started jogging towards the striking crowd.

The king will eventually come from the people and return to the people.

If there is a continuous influx of slaves to drive down the price of labor, it will indeed lead to unemployment among the lower classes of the empire.

It's a vicious circle.

But since the continuous influx of "Salary People" has led to a labor surplus, why does the Empire still insist on taking in "Salary People"?

Pharos couldn't understand.

He felt that the people were not like "black slaves," but rather somewhat like "North Korean defectors."

Filled with questions, Pharos curiously unrolled the rolled-up drawing paper, glanced at it briefly, and his pupils instantly contracted—

"This...this is human?"