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Chapter 106 Treating Everyone Fairly

Pharos couldn't help but have more questions.

So, what exactly is a "salaryman"?

The purpose of imperial legislation to protect "salarymen" is actually to repay their kindness in teaching?

But why would the empire hide this?

For a Rune, the first lesson in the history of the Empire was learning magic by making a pact with a demon.

The very first sentence of Chinese recorded by this holy king completely negated the history of the empire.

Pharos was naturally more inclined to believe this time traveler predecessor.

Without realizing it, he took out the drawing paper from his pocket again.

Looking at Ludwig's portrait of "The Salaryman".

"So, why—why did the Sinners become like this? What turned them into monsters that are neither human nor ghost?" Pharos stared at the portrait, lost in thought—

He has once again confirmed the conjecture that Xinren is a "North Korean defector" and not a "black slave".

"Pharos, why has your expression changed? Can you read it?" Miss Raven looked at her suspiciously.

"No, I thought it would be the special one, but it seems that's not the case now."

Pharos hadn't figured out how to explain the time travel to Miss Crow yet, so he temporarily brushed it off.

After leaving the library, I felt a bit hungry again.

As he happened to be passing by the detective agency, Pharos thought he'd buy a loaf of bread to try; he hadn't had any in a while and was craving it.

The white bread in this world is still very hard, but Mrs. Rowling adds a lot of eggs and milk to improve it. Pharos likes it very much, and he tastes the softness and sweetness of the bread from his previous life.

Pharos remembered that the bread in his previous life was sweet and soft because a baker from a certain cherry blossom country added a lot of milk and eggs.

This practice was certainly not invented by Mrs. Rowling in this world.

This practice, which originated in the capital this year, is said to have come from a princess.

Following the aroma, Pharos arrived at the bakery and was astonished to find that the bakery window had been smashed with a large hole, and Mrs. Rowling's arguing could be heard coming from inside.

What's wrong? In Pharos's memory, she was a gentle and virtuous woman. Arguing is a bit unlike her.

Upon entering the store, I was shocked to find Mrs. Rowling pointing her finger at a male student and yelling at him. She was so angry that her face was flushed, and she was even distracted from business.

I forgot to do them all.

"Martin! You're not allowed to go to any more marches! You should be working hard!"

"No! Those churches and gangs are taking advantage of us! Every East Enderman is angry, Mom, have you forgotten? You're an East Enderman too!" the young man said angrily.

"What can you change? You can't change anything!" Rowling said angrily. "Instead of thinking about these unrealistic things, you should get another job and help pay for your sister's school fees!"

"Mom, didn't you hear? Our Dawntown is facing an unprecedented crisis. Those wage earners are taking away our jobs and our lives!"

"Martin, you can't be like those bad kids, taking advantage of the situation to loot and vandalize! Didn't you see those armored legions? That's the church's attitude, your march is illegal! Don't you understand? Ludwig won't have a good ending!" As she spoke, Mrs. Rowling looked at the bread that had been almost completely looted, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

"You can't say that! Ludwig is our hero! He spoke for all the people of Dawntown! It's just that some people have ulterior motives—"

Martin, a young man, was also angry about the robbery, but his anger did not affect his commitment to justice.

He had actually suggested to his family earlier that they close the business today, but Rowling obviously did not take his advice.

To everyone's surprise, Mrs. Rowling's son turned out to be a radical youth—Faros gave a strange look.

Pharos, being a time traveler, was naturally very familiar with this kind of tactic.

Those who do not support this march will also mingle in the crowd.

They maliciously disrupted order, pushed the marches to the brink of spiraling out of control, and then took the opportunity to stigmatize legitimate marches and strikes.

It's a tactic that can't be taken seriously, but it works.

Although Pharos was the kind of person who enjoyed watching the drama unfold and didn't mind them arguing a little longer, he had other things to do after buying the bread, so he interrupted the mother and son's conversation: "Ahem, excuse me, I'd like to buy a loaf of bread."

Seeing the third person join in, and a young man at that, Martin's eyes lit up. He said, "Sir, you're also participating in the march, right? Could you say a few words for me? This bread is yours!"

As he spoke, he handed me a caramel donut.

Pharos immediately glanced at Mrs. Rowling and found that she did not look displeased and was smiling and nodding.

"Ahem~" Pharos accepted it without ceremony, then coughed and cleared his throat, saying, "I think—Ludwig was an idealist, he was remarkable, but I believe that a gentleman cannot stand under a crumbling wall. The church's attitude has been ambiguous lately. They may launch a purge of the crowd tomorrow, or they may compromise tomorrow. But a person's life is only once, and you cannot gamble it on the decision of those in power."

Pharos's motivation for this argument is quite simple.

To protect oneself wisely, one must discern the prevailing winds and act opportunistically, ensuring that one's true intentions are not revealed until the very last moment, when the true purpose is finally revealed.

Who wouldn't want to be the next Zhu Chongba?

"A gentleman cannot stand beneath a wall? This is a famous saying of the Third Holy King! It certainly makes a lot of sense! The prerequisite for realizing one's ideals is ensuring one's own safety!"

Mrs. Rowling nodded with delight. Clearly, she wasn't truly against the march, but rather genuinely worried about her son's safety.

If someone is willing to be the first to step forward, then they can just wait for the outcome; why should they join in taking to the streets?

At the same time, a look of disappointment appeared on Martin's face.

But Pharos changed his tone: "But who can say for sure? Thunder today, rain tomorrow. If I don't join the group this time, will I have another chance to get everyone to come? What if, just one more person is needed?"

The art of language is to offend neither side and to skillfully maintain a level playing field.

He really didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of the people in the East District; they were the sparks that dared to speak out, and the true wealth of Chenxi Town.

All Pharos can do is nip any potential problems in the bud.

Upon hearing this, Martin's expression turned grim.

The last sentence actually reflects Pharos's inner attitude: if it weren't for the White Giant incident, he would have been happy to be on the front lines and become Ludwig's assistant.

After all, interests need to be fought for; no one will give them away for free.

But the white giant took advantage of the anger of the people of Dawntown. Pharos was actually very angry. People's demands were pure and their needs were real, but there were always people who would mix in their own agendas.

"That was absolutely brilliant, Mr. Pharos! I think I'll give you another piece of bread!" Martin said, handing over another sandwich.

Pharos happily accepted it; getting something for free is just too good to be true!

The night wind was quite noisy.

Pharos sat alone at the port, munching on bread.

Due to the recent strike, the port has not started operations, resulting in a large backlog of goods that has blocked the surrounding area.

This place is close to the East End and not far from Ludwig's house. Meeting here allows for excellent covert operations, making it a common location for underground gang transactions.

Tomorrow is supposed to be the date the church issues its ultimatum, and the gang's meeting is also scheduled for tomorrow.

Therefore, the Ludwig issue must be resolved today.

If he really is the White Giant, that would be best; everything would be fine.

If he isn't, then we're in trouble.