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Chapter 105 The So-Called "Salary Man"

on the square.

The crowd gradually gathered, and the noise and shouts could be heard from afar.

Most of them were carrying banners that read "Sun and Moon Shine Together," and some were even wearing the uniforms of the Holy Church Academy.

They were dockworkers, textile factory workers, students, cooks, laundry workers, and so on.

Without exception, they all expressed their protests against the church.

This is different from the bustling crowds on the streets in the morning.

Ludwig's appearance caused a stir among the crowd, which became so dense that the central area was blocked and the crowd stretched as far as the eye could see.

On the podium, Ludwig said: "A person suffers physical torment while also enduring psychological pain, but for us East End people, this pain is legitimized. We have no right to complain about being tired, no right to be understood. Is there any hope for our lives?"

"We could have had better leverage to negotiate with the church and the mafia, but then the wage slaves came," they said. They sold their labor cheaply to squeeze out other people's living space. They would give up their wages for a meal. What could we use to compete with them?

"This behavior is shameful! We, the townspeople, have always understood this principle deeply. The human rights that our predecessors fought for with their blood have been so easily violated by them—this is absurd! We cannot allow this to happen! We must tell the faculty and staff..."

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We will tell the Empire that we abhor such behavior!

"We must tell the Empire that the Empire belongs to the Rune people! We are the ones who won the Dragon War, we are the ones who completed the magical industrial revolution, and we are the ones who brought the light of Heavenly Prayer to the whole world! We have no obligation to give up our interests to the descendants of slaves!"

Someone asked me, "What are human rights?"

"My answer is that when all authority has vanished, we still have the right to resist—we must uphold the five-day, eight-hour work week; that is human rights! That is our bottom line—"

"We want our rights!"

Someone shouted from below the stage, and soon nearly ten thousand people joined in the chant.

"We want our rights!"

The sound was deafening.

At the same time, wisps of white mist floated above the crowd.

Pharos spent the afternoon browsing the library and was shocked to discover a problem: there were almost no records of melena.

Only medical books mentioned it briefly.

The above records that "Black Blood Disease" was an incurable disease that was prevalent more than a decade ago, but it was eradicated by the three major powers of the empire. This was the only time in nearly a century that the three major powers of the empire had united against a common enemy.

They weren't even this united during the first colonial war not long ago.

There isn't even a record of the existence of vampires, as if some force deliberately erased their traces.

This is very abnormal. If you're sick, you're sick. Why hide it?

Why would the empire hide this fact?

Pharos couldn't understand it.

What is certain is that leukemia has deeper, more hidden secrets.

Pharos wandered among the bookshelves. The library had two floors; the first floor contained books on literature, art, and philosophy, while the second...

The upper floors and above are filled with books on magic, history, alchemy, and mysticism.

Because of the protests, the number of staff was drastically reduced, the bookshelves were cluttered and disorganized, and it was extremely difficult to find anything.

Just when Pharos thought he would get nothing today, he glanced around and suddenly noticed a pleasant surprise.

In a corner of the bookshelf that no one paid attention to, there was a copy of "The Record of the Third Holy King's Rise to Fame".

This book is quite old, but it was unexpectedly placed in the occult section.

Pharos immediately flipped it over.

Miss Crow explained, "The third Holy King who founded the kingdom? Are you interested in him?"

Pharos nodded, examining the book cover as he said, "Isn't he particularly specialized in philosophy? Why is he placed here in the section on mysticism?"

Miss Crow sighed and said, "Because, besides his philosophical sayings, this Third Holy King also liked to leave behind some strange texts for future generations to interpret."

"He once revealed that he wrote down all the secrets he knew in a book in a strange script, but he died young and left no way to decipher it. Imperial scholars have been trying to decipher it for nearly 500 years without success. Over time, the empire gave up on deciphering it and treated these books as works of art."

A book written in mysterious script? Pharos was startled.

He picked up the book, "The Third Holy King's Record of Fame." The book had an old-fashioned leather cover, and the pages were yellowed beyond recognition.

Upon opening the first page, he discovered that due to a lack of maintenance over a long period, large sections of the book were stuck together.

"This administrator is so incompetent!" Pharos said helplessly, and continued to flip through the pages.

Unfortunately, this is not the original work of the Third Holy King; it is merely a fabrication of the Third Holy King's life and deeds, and it does not contain a large portion of the mysterious writings he left behind.

Because the pages at the front of the book were stuck together, Pharos was unable to even understand how this holy king was born and how he accomplished his great deeds.

He was called the Third Holy King because at the beginning of the empire's founding, there were three decisive contributors whose contributions were equal, but they decided to put aside their prejudices and war and work together to build the country.

The current imperial family is directly descended from the First Holy King.

The Third Holy King's major achievements include: establishing Moonshadow City, defeating the current Wind King's Chosen, recovering lost territories in the North, and establishing the law that all Imperial citizens must accept "Salt People."

He made the greatest contribution but died the earliest, so he ranks third.

There are almost no records of the Second Holy King. What is certain is that he was the earliest "demigod". He was stronger than the Third Holy King in the early stages, but was surpassed in the later stages.

The main content of the subsequent records is: the founding war of the empire, the "Dragon War".

Before that towering Northern Wall stood.

Humanity has long suffered from the harassment of powerful northern monsters, and the reason why the Third Holy King established his capital in Moonshadow City was to have his descendants guard the gates of the human kingdom for generations to come.

He left behind the words: "A wise king guards the nation's gates, a monarch dies for the state."

In the end, a million-strong army of demonic dragons besieged Moonshadow City. The Third Holy King faced eight demonic dragon kings alone and died under the city walls. It wasn't until the last few pages that Pharos could vaguely see the mysterious writing left behind by the Third Holy King.

The moment Pharos saw the mysterious writing, his pupils contracted to pinpoints.

That's right—the Third Holy King did indeed use Chinese; he really was a time-traveling predecessor!

Pharos felt a surge of joy and couldn't wait to look behind him at the location of the written record.

The first sentence recorded on the page is: "—I have told my subordinates countless times that there are no demons in this world, and that the war against demons is wrong!"

"The true source of human magic is the Sinners, and the inheritance of magic comes from that now-extinct empire, the Sinners."

For some reason, the people of the Empire had to refer to that "Saltman" as the "Demon Progenitor".

"Therefore, we must protect the 'Wage Earners,' they are also our compatriots—"

The words abruptly ended, perhaps because they were unreadable; the entire book only recorded this one sentence.

Pharos's hand holding the book trembled slightly.

At the same time, a strong sense of pleasure from peeping into secrets filled his mind.

This single sentence recorded in the book contains a tremendous amount of information, even more so than the conversation with Miss Crow.