The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 532 Preaching
All of Ben's statistics are excellent. Except that his mental strength cannot keep up, resulting in a bit of inadequate control, his overall strength has reached the middle level of first-level creatures.

With a little training, Ben could fight better than Orson ever did.

You know, as a student of Bishop Tyre, Orson's prosthetic limbs are considered top-notch in the entire Church of the Lord of All Machines.

Otherwise his prosthetic limb would not have been able to withstand Richard's probing blow without being completely destroyed.

After testing the data, Richard handed the magic suit that he had prepared long ago to Ben.

"This is the healing staff. It can heal wounds and cure diseases caused by germs. From now on, you are the pope of the Order of Miracles. The Raven God will guide you on what to do."

Ben half-knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head and took the healing staff.

On the side, Orson watched this scene and silently recorded it. As a former bishop, he knew very well what this handover meant in the future canon.

After giving Ben the healing staff, Richard took Orson and Ben out of the secret realm.

Returning to the world, the polluted air caused by industrial waste gas instantly made the two goblins frown.

There is no harm without comparison.

If they had not seen the secret realm, they might never realize in their entire lives how bad the environment they live in is.

Richard picked up a newspaper and frowned slightly.

"Orson, your teacher has put a lot of effort into finding you. Even the knights who protect the religion have been sent out."

Orson took the newspaper and also had a headache after reading the news that the church's investigation team would arrive in Bruno City soon.

"I'm the only student in the teacher's class, so it's normal for him to have a big reaction. But judging from the current situation, he probably thinks this is a demonstration by his political enemies.

The teacher is a church faction, and he has always opposed the church becoming a running dog of the royal court. In recent years, the power of the royal court faction has become increasingly powerful, and the church faction has been unable to control the church. "

Power struggles are an integral part of every large organization.

Even in the Wizards' Truth Council, the struggle between the two major factions of alchemy and energy has never stopped. However, because wizard civilization has been expanding and the pie has been getting bigger, this struggle has hardly been reflected.

When the wizarding civilization can no longer expand, or when it expands large enough, fierce power struggles will arise.

However, Richard was not interested in the power struggle among the goblins. He just wanted to solve this trouble.

"The church is planning to expand in Bruno City. Do you have any idea to send this team back home?"

Orson shook his head. "No, the appearance of the Knights of the Church indicates that the Pope has recognized the teacher's attitude. However, their arrival is not an obstacle to your expansion of the church, sage."

Richard raised his eyebrows: "The Knights of Defence of the Faith don't investigate heresy?"

"Investigate. Not only will they investigate, but they will also wipe out the pagans." Orson said calmly, "But the knights who protect the religion are all a group of people who are too arrogant. They don't care whether there are any problems with the slave labor group.

In the eyes of the church, mechanics are the church members. And those ordinary slaves are just the breeding grounds for the birth of mechanics. "

Orson's tone was very calm, but the meaning behind his words was cold.

Richard didn't feel anything about this, and even felt a little happy, because the Church of the Lord of All Machines didn't care about slave labor, which meant that slave labor was a huge pie that no one shared with him.

Faith is only related to quantity and strength. No matter whether they are nobles or commoners, as long as they have not yet embarked on the road of evolution, their value is the same.

The Emperor does not produce more Power of Faith than a slave.

Since the Lord of All Things Church is going to give up this part, he has no choice but to refuse it.

"So what are you going to do?" Richard suddenly asked, "I think your identity is quite useful. Are there many people like you in the Church of the Lord of All Machines?"

Orson was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but my teacher will definitely join your army."

"Oh? They are of the same bloodline." Richard teased.

"No, the teacher is different from me." Orson said with respect on his face, "The teacher has always wanted a technological revolution. He has always believed that we are on the wrong path. For the technological revolution, the teacher would even sell his soul."

"So pious?"

“That’s what a teacher is.”

"So what are you going to do?"

Orson was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "I plan to contact the teacher secretly, and the rest depends on how the teacher arranges it.

If nothing unexpected happens, this pair of knights will become a sharp knife for the teacher to stab the Royal Court faction."

Richard had a playful smile on his face.
"These knights of the church are not cheap. Are they being used as consumables?"

Orson replied calmly, "As long as we can completely control the church, it doesn't matter if a group of knights dies, let alone a team of knights. Knights can be rebuilt, but once the opportunity to deal with the Royal Court Party is missed, it will be difficult to get it again."

……

Not all factories have workers living in factory dormitories.

Two blocks away from the apartment building where these mechanics live, large tracts of cheap apartments are where most of the workers live.

These workers often live in a house with eight or nine people, and even married workers have to live with other families in a house. These houses lack toilets, sewers, garbage dumps and other necessary places for life, and various diseases are common here.

When Richard saw the living conditions of these workers, he fell silent - his living conditions in Hesse were better than this, at least he could dig a toilet in his home.

"I feel that you have the strength to build a more complete living area for these workers." Richard turned his head to look at Orson. "Under such living conditions, the life expectancy of workers will be greatly shortened, and diseases and plagues will be more common. Doesn't this have an impact on your factory?"

Orson shook his head and said, "There will always be people entering the city. As for the impact... those factory owners are short-sighted mortals who can only see the immediate benefits. And the nobles of the royal court don't even regard us as human beings."

"The church won't take action?"

“Why did the church intervene?” Well, since the church did not care about the slaves’ beliefs, it naturally would not be interested in their living conditions.

Richard turned his head and looked to the other side. At this moment, Ben was listening to the conversation between Richard and Orson in a daze.

"Ben, don't you have anything to say?"

Ben shook his head honestly: "I don't have anything to say."

"Don't you feel anything about this situation?"

Ben said blankly: "My family is like this. We all live in one room, and it's warm even in winter without a heater."

Richard was too tired to complain about Ben's answer. He looked at the cheap apartment in front of him and said slowly, "You have become numb to this situation, which is not a good sign.

Especially you, Ben."

Ben was a little confused by Richard's teachings. In his opinion, such living conditions were very normal and could be taken for granted.

This is how he got through it, and this is how his parents got through it too.

This kind of thing started a long time ago, so long ago that it has become an axiom of this world.

"Ben, have you ever thought about letting these workers live in houses like yours? Although it's still crowded, at least each family can have a separate room."

Ben was stunned by Richard's words and smiled awkwardly.

"Sir, you are such a joke. How can we have so many houses for them to live in?"

“There are no houses to build.”

"What about work? If you live far away, then..."

"You can have a steam locomotive to go to work."

Richard looked at Ben calmly. Although he did not feel much about the current situation, his reason told him that changing this situation would not only allow him to gain a lot of faith, but he might even be able to complete his ritual directly.

"Ben, I am a sage. I came to this world to change it. This world has been filthy for too long, and you have become accustomed to it. You are limited by your own vision and cannot see that this world can actually be different.

But it doesn’t matter, because I’m here.”

Richard spoke in a very serious tone, and a faint holy light appeared on his body at some point.

"Ben, I have given you power. It is not great, but it is enough to change many lives. These changes may be insignificant compared to the vast world, but everything must be done step by step.

Ben, do you have the courage to follow me and change the world?"

Ben looked at the holy light on Richard and was about to say "yes". But looking at Richard's calm eyes, Ben suddenly stopped talking.

He said dejectedly, "Sir, I don't know."

Richard patted his shoulder.

"Since you don't know, just give it a try. Do your best and have a clear conscience."

On the side, Orson watched and recorded this scene. Many years later, this scene was painted into a mural, together with many legendary deeds, and the members of the Miracle Order called this painting - Divine Revelation.

……

Barnaby was a worker, he worked in a metal smelting plant called Oss, he watched the hot molten gold pour out of the furnace every day, turned into steel coils or ingots, and then sent to the steam locomotive after cooling.

Among the many jobs in this city, Barnaby's job was not the hardest, but the ore dust from the smelter, the incompletely filtered toxic air, and the constant noise still caused him to suffer from occupational diseases.

Pneumoconiosis, chronic poisoning, hearing loss... Even with the factory's modifications, Barnaby still suffered from these problems.

But Barnaby didn't feel anything about it.

Workers are like this, and it has been like this since his grandfather.

But illness is illness after all, and Barnaby soon couldn't work. Pneumoconiosis made it hard for him to breathe, hearing loss made his ears seem blocked, and chronic poisoning made him even weaker.

Barnaby, who once could carry steel ingots with his co-workers by manpower, has become a disabled man.

Barnaby's savings were not enough to support his treatment of these occupational diseases, and he was unwilling to use his savings to treat them.

His eldest son will take the mechanic exam next year. If he passes, their family will be well off. If he fails, his savings will allow him to take it twice more.

Barnaby felt his breathing become smoother when he thought about his eldest son becoming a mechanic and no longer having to work as humble as himself.

But his health deteriorated faster than Barnaby expected, and he was soon fired from the factory. Then, he could only lie on the ground gasping for breath.

His body no longer supports his movements.

Barnaby lay on the blanket, his life slowly passed by his eyes. Before he died, he suddenly had a question.

What does his boss, Mr. Oss, usually do?

He had hardly ever seen Mr. Oss. On weekdays, he had the most contact with the toad-like jerk supervisor. He had only met Mr. Oss once. In his impression, Mr. Oss was dressed very impressively, spoke very politely, and was like a "big shot". He was even taller than them.

Barnaby muttered to himself, "Mr. Oss must be very strong for being so tall."

Soon, Barnaby suddenly felt very tired. He knew that his time was up. He felt a little regretful that he could not see his son become a mechanic.

But just as he was about to close his eyes, a commotion caused Barnaby's eyelids to stop.

He heard his eldest son crying in his ear: "Dad, this monk is here, he will definitely be able to heal you!"

(End of this chapter)