Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 837

Although Perfect was dissatisfied with Marcel's current situation, he did not intend to make any major changes.

There are certainly many problems with Masel's social structure, and the lives of the lower-class people are indeed difficult, but in the current extreme environment, the priority of these problems has obviously been greatly reduced.

If this were a normal environment, Perfect would probably make some changes to the social structure of Marcel.

She may implement new policies to adjust the local power structure, weaken the privileges of big capitalists and the middle class who control a lot of resources, and instead distribute more resources to the grassroots people.

She may expand the number of energy towers and underground shelters to ensure that more ordinary workers and the poor can get shelter and a chance to survive in the doomsday winter.

After all, she knows very well that the stability and prosperity of a society cannot be separated from the basic survival guarantees of the grassroots people.

However, the reality is cruel.

Now is not only the end of the winter, but also the backdrop of a war between gods.

Perfect's primary goal is to obtain enough resources to build more floating cities and god-killing armors, so as to win this war between gods that concerns the survival of mankind.

Her eyes were fixed on the resources that could support the war - minerals, fuel, food, labor, and even the blood and sweat of the oppressed lower-class people.

Although Marcel was dissatisfied with her current situation, she did not have the time and energy to change it.

She was well aware that any adjustment to the existing social structure might cause unnecessary turmoil and waste of resources.

In this war between gods, any waste of resources may lead to fatal consequences.

As for the suffering of the lower-class people, although Perfecto saw it, she did not have much sympathy.

In her view, these sufferings are the price that must be paid for a greater goal.

So, even though the lower classes of Marcel struggled to survive in the cold, Perfectoct made no effort to provide them with more shelter or improve their living conditions.

It may be cruel to say this, and some people may say that the purpose of the war between gods is to protect the survival of mankind. Aren’t the lower class people considered human beings?
Indeed, the ultimate goal of the war between gods is to protect the survival of mankind, but in the course of war, especially in the face of such a large-scale global disaster, the allocation of resources and the setting of priorities often appear extremely cruel.

The lower-class people are of course human beings, and their suffering and sacrifice are equally worthy of attention, but under the logic of war, the limitedness and urgency of resources dictate that certain sacrifices are inevitable.

For a war, victory requires everyone to make sacrifices.

Soldiers sacrifice their lives on the battlefield, while the people in the rear need to provide logistics for the war. No one can stay out of it.

Wars are never won solely by heroic fighting on the front line; they require the joint efforts of the entire society.

Whether it is the soldiers on the front line or the workers, farmers and miners in the rear, everyone is contributing his strength and even his life to the victory of the war.

In Mather, the suffering of the lower classes is palpable.

They mined ore and cut wood in the freezing cold, risking their lives to venture deep into the wilderness just to obtain the resources that could keep the city running.

The fruits of their labor were ruthlessly exploited, but in return they were given only meager necessities for survival.

However, the flow of these resources is the key to supporting the construction of floating cities and god-killing armor.

Without their contribution, the war machine would not be able to function.

Perfect knew this.

She understood that the sacrifices of the lower classes were for a greater goal—to win the war between gods and ensure the survival of the human race.

Although this sacrifice is heartbreaking, she has no choice under the current extreme circumstances.

She could not slow down the pace of the war out of sympathy, nor could she disperse limited resources out of pity. Victory in the war required the contributions of everyone, and the suffering of the lower classes was an inevitable part of this war.

Some may question that such a sacrifice is not worth it, or even think that Perfecto is cruel and ruthless.

But the cruelty of war lies in the fact that it does not allow anyone to stay out of it.

Whether it is the soldiers on the front line or the civilians in the rear, everyone plays an indispensable role in this war.

All Perfecto did was to make the choice she thought was best for the survival of mankind in this brutal war.

So after a night's rest, Perfecto summoned the military and political leaders of Marcel - Governor Marcel and the garrison commander, and conveyed his will to them both.

When the two men walked into Perfectcot's temporary residence, although they had respectful looks on their faces, there was a hint of reluctance and calculation in their eyes.

They had long been accustomed to enriching themselves under Malthael's rule and enjoying a privileged life in the cold winter of Doom. Now, Perfect's arrival undoubtedly threatened their vested interests.

"I need Marcel to provide me with all kinds of resources in the future, including but not limited to various mineral resources and alchemical materials." Perfect got straight to the point, his tone cold and direct.

Her eyes swept across the two of them like a knife, as if she had already seen through their thoughts.

Governor Marcel immediately put on a hypocritical smile, with a hint of flattery in his tone: "Regent, of course we will do our best to meet your request.

However, as you know, the resources of Marcel are limited, and coupled with the impact of the doomsday winter, the efficiency of the workers is no longer as good as before.

If we increase the intensity of mining, it may cause dissatisfaction among the people and even lead to riots.

By then, the situation may get out of control and affect your plans..."

The garrison commander also quickly agreed, with a hint of hypocritical concern in his tone: "Yes, Regent! Although our garrison has been maintaining order, the workers' emotions have been very unstable recently.

If we increase the intensity of the exploitation, I am afraid it will arouse public anger, and then we may find it difficult to control the situation. After all, the public's patience is limited..."

Perfect looked at the two of them coldly. She did not interrupt them but listened quietly until they finished speaking.

"I don't care how you exploit the French people, or how much you embezzle in the process," Perfect's voice suddenly turned cold, and his eyes pierced the two men like ice: "I just want you to provide resources to meet my requirements! As for the dissatisfaction and riots of the people, that is your problem, not mine."

The governor's expression changed slightly, but he soon returned to his hypocritical smile, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone: "Regent, you are right, we will definitely try our best to meet your requirements!

However, you also know that the resources in Masel are indeed limited. If we increase the intensity of mining, I am afraid it will cause greater social unrest. At that time, it may affect the stable supply of resources..."

Perfect gave him a cold look, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Enough, I don't want to listen to your sophistry! You only have two choices: either meet my requirements, and I can give you a chance to live in the North.

Otherwise, I don't mind chopping off both of your heads, using them to appease the French opposition, and then supporting new people who can meet my requirements."

The Governor and the Commander looked at each other, their hearts filled with fear and unwillingness.

They knew that Perfecto was not bluffing.

Every word she said was filled with murderous intent, and any resistance would result in catastrophic disaster.

Although they were reluctant to give up their own interests, they had no choice in the face of the threat of death.

After a brief silence, the Governor finally lowered his head, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Regent, we...we will do our best to meet your requirements. Please rest assured that Marcel will never let you down."

The garrison commander also nodded in agreement: "Yes, Regent. We will immediately mobilize all forces to ensure the supply of resources. Please give us some time, we will definitely complete the task."

(End of this chapter)