The first volume sets sail Chapter 11 Paradise
Carl walked through the alleys crisscrossed with various pipes, carefully avoiding the sewage dripping from the pipes.
As for the sewage puddle on the ground, it didn't matter. His shoes had higher heels, so stepping into the sewage wouldn't get his shoes dirty.
It was already morning, and the sky over the paradise was already bright.
However, this is only the lower area of the paradise, so when the light reaches here, it is only a dim yellow.
According to legend, in ancient times before the gods fell asleep, the light of paradise was bright even in the lower areas.
But now only the nobles and wealthy factory owners in the upper class areas can enjoy the bright daylight.
But Carl was very content. He felt very lucky to be able to live in paradise instead of being driven out of it and freezing to death in the white hell.
And if he could pass the exam and become a senior mechanic, maybe he could move to an upper-class area one day.
However, Carl also had many doubts and confusions. He didn't understand why the nobles could live in the bright and clean upper class area, while people like him could only struggle in the dirty and dark lower class area.
They are all allowed by God to live in God's paradise, so why are there such big differences between them?
Of course, he would not voice these doubts.
Because even if he said it, everyone would just think he was mentally ill. Isn't it natural for aristocrats and factory owners to live in upper-class areas?
But Carl always felt that this was not right.
Walking through the alleys filled with various pipes, you can often see dirty people sitting in the sewage begging.
The street vendor selling black bread, seeing that Carl was dressed somewhat decently, would quietly ask him if he wanted to buy some wine, and would say he would sell it to him, but the price would be a bit high.
Carl walked through the complicated alleys with pipes above and came to the library on the street. He greeted the gatekeeper and walked in.
Carl is a librarian in the library.
He cherishes this job very much, because it not only allows him to earn money to support his living, but also allows him to access various materials in the library for free.
After greeting his colleagues, Carl started his daily work.
First, the books returned by borrowers that were piled together were put back on the bookshelf according to categories.
Then tidy up the bookshelf and do some cleaning.
From time to time, there are borrowers who come to ask about the location of the books they want to borrow.
Karl responded one by one, and time passed quickly. It was not until almost noon that Karl finally had some free time.
Only then did I find the book on mechanical maintenance that I hadn't finished reading last time and started reading it.
Carl was so absorbed in reading that he didn't notice that there was a strange booklet with a red cover next to it. It was placed there by someone unknown.
It was only when someone called him to return a book that Carl saw it.
I asked the people around me, but no one noticed where this book, which obviously did not belong to the library, came from.
So Carl began to read it with curiosity.
There was a piece of paper inside the book, explaining that the booklet was not lost but was given to him anonymously.
At the same time, the origin of this booklet is briefly introduced.
Carl was smiling at first, but his expression began to change as he read the content of the note.
He looked around quietly, and while no one was paying attention, he quickly put the booklet into his arms.
And just this seemed to have consumed a lot of his energy and made him sweat profusely.
Carl felt as if he had a time bomb in his arms, but he didn't dare to throw the booklet away easily.
After all, if it were found out that he was the one who threw the things away, he would not be able to clear himself.
If what the note said was true, the booklet contained forbidden knowledge.
He can then be mentally prepared to be driven out of paradise and frozen to death in the white hell.
Find a place to throw it away on your way home after get off work.
Carl made this decision.
So the rest of the working time seemed to Carl like a year in a day.
He was very careful in everything he did, for fear that the booklet in his arms would fall out and be discovered.
It was not until after get off work that Karl hurried home.
But as he got closer to home, Karl put his hand into his arms, but hesitated.
As a person who loves reading very much, Carl really wants to know what the so-called forbidden knowledge is and why the gods prohibit anyone in paradise from accessing it.
He only knew that the forbidden knowledge came from the Old Ones. Anyone who had read the forbidden knowledge would be contaminated by the thoughts of the Old Ones and would no longer be able to become a loyal lamb of God.
After hesitating, Carl finally did not throw away the booklet and walked back home.
Carl lives alone and rents a small room of only three square meters.
Although the room was small, he was already very satisfied. At least there was room for a bed here. He didn't have to share a room with several people and take turns sleeping like many other laborers.
It’s because the space in the park is limited and the population is increasing.
In order to avoid becoming a homeless person sleeping on the street and then being driven into the white hell by the nobles, everyone's living space can only become smaller and smaller.
Sitting on his small bed, Carl could hear the snoring of the person next door. It was a room of only two square meters, smaller than Carl's room, and there were two people sharing the room, so they could only take turns sleeping.
So happiness is achieved through comparison. Compared with his neighbors, Carl feels that he is already very happy.
In this case, if one falls into depravity and is abandoned by the gods because of viewing forbidden knowledge.
Carl's eyes sparkled in the dark room.
His forehead was covered with sweat.
But in the end, Carl made up his mind, took out a coin from his pocket and put it into the gas meter on the wall. With a clicking sound, the mechanical gears covered with dirt and oil turned.
Carl turned the switch, the flint rubbed, and the gas lamp was lit.
In the entire apartment building, only a few rooms have such metered gas lamps, and Carl's room is one of these few high-end rooms.
After all, his room is three square meters.
But Carl rarely lights this gas lamp.
He doesn't want to spend money on this. If he wants to read a book, he can just go to the library.
But today's booklet cannot be read in the library.
With fear and inexplicable excitement, Carl finally took out the booklet from his arms.
Look at the words on the cover.
XXX Manifesto
