Chapter 147 Fairness
When Master Parker entered the countdown to collapse, Yang Qiu teleported from Exile Town to Westram through the teleportation array for living people under the town halls on both sides.
Seeing the convoy parked in front of the gate of Westham Town Hall, Yang Qiu just glanced at it and paid no more attention to it... He didn't need to worry about things that the national team and Rex could handle.
In a big house deep in the alley on the northern section of the town's main road, Yang Qiu met Brother Alfred Lowell, whom he hadn't seen for many days.
"Hmm... should I say congratulations, respected inspector?" Yang Qiu nodded slightly to Wagner who brought the tea to express his gratitude. He picked up the teacup and smiled at Brother Lowell, "You seem to have made a lot of breakthroughs in your spiritual realm."
Across the coffee table
On the coffee table, the opening credits of "Dream of the Red Chamber" playing on the tablet computer propped up on a stand were paused. Obviously, if Yang Qiu hadn't come over, the inspector would have continued to watch this 1987 version of the Chinese TV series over and over again.
"I should thank you for your gift." Brother Lowell thought for a moment and said honestly, "The spiritual fruits of a civilization born in a material world without magic and ancient gods are no less than the drama and opera of this world. I have benefited a lot from it."
Yang Qiu smiled slightly.
Because the life span of Earth's creatures is generally short and wars are frequent, the historical heritage of Earth's civilization is actually quite declining... Even among the four recognized civilizations, only the Chinese civilization has remained undestroyed by successive regimes and has tenaciously continued to this day.
But even for the resilient Chinese civilization, the history that can be documented and traced back to vague outlines through archaeological means is only 5,000 years.
A more detailed and specific historical outline must start from the pre-Qin period... Even many historical facts of the Spring and Autumn Period have become unclear.
But this world is different. In addition to the two major races, humans and orcs, there are also some rare and long-lived races, such as elves and dragons.
The dragon race is a long-lived species with a lifespan of several thousand years, and the historical records they have preserved can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago. When the human race needs to verify their local history, they can pay enough money to borrow the dragon race's historical records from the library on Dragon Island for comparison.
Of course, the human race itself has done a very good job in preserving history... Not to mention the royal families that have continued for thousands of years, the Mage Tower, a legal organization established by spellcasters, has reliable historical relics and texts that can be traced back six thousand years.
Respect for history is an important and indispensable step for the continuation and growth of civilization. With history as an anchor, the world will naturally be able to develop extremely powerful and brilliant literary and artistic achievements - except for the art desert such as the Gold Coin Church Parish, even in the territory of the Prosperous Church of the Goddess of the Deep House, the performing arts of drama and opera are also very prosperous.
The only drawback is that the channels for the dissemination of culture and art in this world are limited, leading to spiritual poverty among the lower classes of people.
"Magic, religion, professionals with powers beyond those of mortals, priests and messengers who exercise divine authority, we are all very accustomed to the existence of these things, just like you and me. I am part of the former, and respected Inspector, you are part of the latter." Yang Qiu chuckled and said, "I wonder if you have ever had such doubts...Are spellcasters like me and priests like you indispensable? If there were no people like us with extraordinary powers, would the world change because of this?"
Lowell, who was used to Yang Qiu's violent remarks, remained expressionless. Wagner, who was cleaning the windows nearby, was not so calm and looked over in astonishment.
"But the objective fact is that we exist." Supervisor Lowell said calmly, "I know why you have such an idea. The bandit group composed of unqualified professionals is the biggest security threat to all border cities in all countries. Mercenary groups that look like they are engaged in serious mercenary work often engage in looting. Not to mention, some priests of the church have lost themselves in the power that is within their reach. They have forgotten the oath to practice their priesthood and are only focused on maintaining their own power and pursuing higher power."
"But even so, those who protect the city and drive out darkness are also professionals, people with extraordinary abilities." Supervisor Lowell picked up the teacup. "In any material plane, the theory that 'eliminating a certain type of people will make the world a better place' is necessarily based on fraud. Just like this long drama from another plane, even if there are no extraordinary people, ordinary people with higher powers will form an opposition with ordinary people of humble status, creating tragedy."
"Yes, as long as there are people living together, there will definitely be conflicts." Yang Qiu nodded with a smile, "Even if it is a closed circle formed by ordinary people, there will be strong men bullying weak men, men bullying women, and strong women bullying weak women. Humans... no, all intelligent creatures will naturally form a sense of superiority and inferiority within the group to establish the most basic, most primitive... 'order of superiority and inferiority'."
Rowell had fought with Yang Qiu for so many times that after hearing this, he basically understood what Yang Qiu was up to this time: "Well... you hate this kind of order."
Yang Qiu put down his teacup, leaned back on the high-back chair, spread his hands, sneered and said, "That's right, I feel physically uncomfortable whenever I hear the word superiority or inferiority. To establish order based on superiority or inferiority is, in my opinion, the most primitive, barbaric, and disgusting behavior, and it is a blasphemy against order."
If it were Lowell three months ago, he would naturally think that Yang Qiu was a lunatic when he heard such words.
But after reading this alternate-dimensional classic "Dream of Red Mansions" dozens of times and observing this power drama that took place among ordinary people very carefully and rigorously... Lowell had a lot of new ideas. At least, he no longer thought that Yang Qiu's words were too crazy, too idealistic, and too unrealistic.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" is a tragedy that is disguised as a youth love drama but tells the essence of power struggle.
The misery and pain of the people in the play were destined from the beginning and there was no room for reversal, because... the monster of power was oppressing those lovely and pitiful girls and trampling on their lives and dignity.
Lowell, an older intellectual, was so heartbroken by the tragic end of these girls...To say that his inner belief in the necessity of power was unwavering would be an insult to his feelings after secluding himself for so long and watching the play over and over again.
Lowell listened carefully to Yang Qiu's words, thought about it for a while, and said, "I think you may be right. I will be very interested in your attempt to practice your theory in Tarantan and Westram."
Yang Qiu smiled slightly.
In his opinion, reference and observation are the same as "getting on board"... The 1987 version of Dream of the Red Chamber is very successful!
Wagner looked at Lowell in confusion.
Wait, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand anything ?
As an elder, Lowell was happy to help young people solve their doubts. He helped Wagner explain, "Yang does not agree with the hierarchy that is prevalent in the world. He wants to implement a new order that he believes is more civilized and more in line with his expectations than the hierarchy in the places he can influence."
Wagner still couldn't follow the train of thought and seemed even more confused.
"To put it simply, it's fairness." Yang Qiu said, "You've seen how the undead mayor of Westram assisted Rex in rebuilding a new order in Westram, Wagner. The core of this new order is fairness."
Wagner was stunned, and suddenly he stood still as if struck by lightning.
Westham has a policy of fair recruitment and equal pay for both male and female temporary workers.
Clerks and operators in the town hall are recruited based on talent and ability, regardless of their background.
Free evening literacy classes for everyone...
Ordinary townspeople do not need any personal connections or extra procedures. As long as they have the courage and guts, they can get cloth from the town hall and start working as a small merchant...
Wagner knew all these things. In order to arrange a way out for his former soldiers, he often went to the clerks in the town hall to inquire about the conditions for recruiting operators.
But he… never thought about “establishing a new order”, which he instinctively felt was extremely “treasonous” and shocking! !
Wagner slowly raised his hands and held his head.
If only he had known not to stay in the living room to clean the windows... He began to regret listening to the unscrupulous remarks of these two people.
"Lieutenant Pete, are you scared?" Yang Qiu was amused by this guy's reaction. "Think positively, young man . You are just a prisoner. What happened in Westram has nothing to do with you... unless you go back to Innadri and give the city defense army a chance to officially expel you and exile you."
Wagner, who was originally in great panic, was so angry that he did not know whether to laugh or cry after hearing Yang Qiu's truth.
"Don't you like fairness?" Yang Qiu said with a casual smile, "You are not a Rhine native, but because of your foreign identity, you have suffered a lot in Innaderi, right? Just because of your different birthplace, you have to give way to your colleagues who were born in the Rhine. You don't get any good things, and you are the first one to be targeted by your superiors for taking the blame. You don't like fairness?"
Wagner has been idle for so long, Yang Qiu doesn't mind if he can be used - he is short of people now.
Wagner stood there in silence for a long time.
He knew his own situation better than anyone else.
He has not yet been officially expelled from the city defense army. The reason is just as Yang said, it is because he is still "a prisoner captured by the enemy while performing a mission" - since he is not free, it is not convenient for the city defense army to kick him out.
After struggling for a while, Wagner came over silently, put the rag on the coffee table, sat down, and looked seriously into Yang Qiu's eyes: "Of course I like fairness, Yang."
Yang Qiu: "Don't put the rag on the coffee table."
Wagner:"……"
Rowell was speechless: "Yang, be serious."
"Okay." Yang Qiu put down his raised feet, stood up, straightened his clothes, and formally extended his hand to Wagner, "Lieutenant Pete, are you interested in becoming a member of Tarantan?"
Wagner also stood up and shook hands with Yang Qiu: "I do."
"Then don't stay here doing this kind of work that wastes your talent. Go to the town hall to find Ji Tang and sign up. Then go to the Undead Chamber of Commerce to find that undead lady named Qi Ye Zhen Zhen and learn some skills from her." Yang Qiu immediately gave instructions without any hesitation.
Wagner:"……"
"Go ahead. Mayor Jitang and the undead lady are both very wise people. It won't do any harm to follow them." Lowell had seen the abilities of the two national teams and came up with an assist.
Wagner could not respect Yang Qiu, but he still trusted Lowell, with whom he spent every day. He bowed to Lowell gratefully and said, "Thank you for your care during this period, dear supervisor."
"Don't act like you want to separate from Lowell. You still have to come back to stay at night." Yang Qiu waved his hand as he sat down.
Wagner looked at him speechlessly, then went out with a rag and a bucket.
"Yang." Lowell said dissatisfiedly.
"It is more friendly to send him away in this way than to tell him later that because you are not capable enough, you should quickly avoid it and stay away from this house to avoid any unnecessary disaster." Yang Qiu said as he took out a palm-sized wooden box from the space ring.
Lowell instinctively used his spiritual realm to check the wooden box, and his expression suddenly changed: "Is this... a sealed object?"
"Yes, it's a wood carving that my undeads accidentally obtained in Innad." Yang Qiu put the wooden box in front of him, his expression much more solemn than before, "If I'm not mistaken... this wood carving seems to be the posthumous work of Mrs. Marion."
"Mrs. Marion?! The talented woodcarving artist from the Snooker Federation?" Lowell was startled.
Yang Qiu nodded, released his spiritual field to check around the house, and made sure that Wagner had left the house before opening the wooden box.
Inside the box was an extremely small, exquisite, lifelike newborn baby wrapped in a blanket.
The baby is clenching his fists, his face is wrinkled as if he is crying, and the umbilical cord is still hanging on his belly. When you look closely, you can almost hear the first cry of this newborn baby.
When Lowell saw the wood carving, he felt an inexplicably dangerous aura coming towards him from the carving, and an illusory sound like a baby's laughter appeared in his ears.
The ability to make a monk like Lowell, who possesses a strong mental power, feel danger and hear phantom sounds must undoubtedly be able to kill ordinary people instantly and drive ordinary professional strongmen crazy instantly.
