Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 182 Is this right?
When Lent followed Disi to where he worked now, he found that it seemed to be a newly opened factory. He had heard his colleagues mention it when they were chatting before. It seemed to be a steel mill, and there seemed to be quite a lot of people.

This discovery made Lunt feel relieved.

"Disy, you're here. The speech is about to start. If you don't go now, there will be no good seats." A man greeted Disy after seeing him, and hurried in a certain direction.

Dipsy's expression suddenly became anxious, and he pulled Lent and ran in a certain direction.

"Wait, what speech?" Lent asked confusedly.

"You'll know when you get there." Without explaining, Disi pulled Lent to an open space. He saw that many people had already gone there, and in the center of the open space was a simple platform with a man standing on it.

Lent didn't know the other person and didn't know what was going on. He could only follow Dipsy obediently and watched as more and more people came to the open space, including many familiar faces, some of whom were his former colleagues and some of whom were his former neighbors.

Just when Lent was surprised, the person on the stage finally started speaking. It was not some flowery sentence. On the contrary, even an uneducated person like Lent could understand it - the other party was talking about this society and the injustice of this society.

"...We all work hard. Some of us even only sleep four or five hours a day, spending the rest of our time working. Yet, even with this, we still only get a pittance. If the other party is unhappy, we could lose our job..."

Thinking about being fired today, Lent couldn't help but clench his fists.

"... Yet, while we were starving and living on the streets, while our children were crying and asking our parents why they had nothing to eat today, those nobles, those wealthy people were holding balls. They danced under crystal lamps, drank from golden tableware, and piled up mountains of food, only to throw it away carelessly..."

Lunt felt a little red when he thought of his wife who almost damaged her eyesight because she was reluctant to use the lamp, and his daughters who didn't even have a new piece of clothing for a year.

"...But is that right? Are they born nobles, the superiors? Are we born slaves, and do we deserve to be oppressed by them? Years ago, their ancestors were also just ordinary people..."

The speaker's voice gradually became more passionate and highly inflammatory:
"Tell me, is this right?"

Lent's emotions were completely aroused. He opened his mouth, wanting to say that this was wrong but couldn't say it, because in his cognition, the world had always been like this.

But at this moment, Disi, who was next to Lunt, shouted, "This is wrong! No one is born to be a slave! Let those nobles and wealthy people die! We want to take back what belongs to us!"

This roar seemed to break some boundaries, and the people in the open space all shouted:
"This is wrong!"

"Down with the nobility and the rich, the world belongs to us!"

“We want easy work too!”

Amidst the roars that came one after another, Lent felt his heart beating faster than ever before. He was a little scared, afraid that a nobleman or a rich man would appear at this time and arrest them all.

But he was very excited, even though Lent himself didn't know what he was excited about.

Finally, Lunt opened his mouth and shouted, "This isn't right!"

It was a very small sound, drowned out by the shouts of the crowd.

However, Lunt seemed to have broken some shackles in his heart and spoke again, this time shouting loudly: "We want easy work! We don't want to be slaves!"

Lent didn't know how he spent the next few minutes. He only remembered that he was very excited. When he came to his senses, he was already sitting at the table.

"Why don't you eat? I would have eaten if you weren't hungry." Dipsy on the opposite side was dipping bread in the broth and eating with relish.

Lent came back to his senses and without saying anything else, he buried his head in his meal. After he finished his meal, he heard Dipsy say, "Do you want to come work here? If so, I can take you to register now."

"I..." Lent opened his mouth, but instead of asking whether he wanted to work or not, he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you serious about what happened just now?"

Lent is not stupid, or even a stupid person would not think that this is an ordinary factory after what just happened.

"I'm guessing I'm serious. What do you think our factory does?" Dipsy nodded and lowered his voice, "I've seen some of the parts our factory produces on those guns."

Lent felt his hands shaking a little. He wanted to smoke again, but besides fear, he also had an indescribable emotion.

"Aren't you afraid?" Lent couldn't help asking as he looked at Dipsy, who had a slightly excited expression on his face.

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?" Dipsy glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Can I survive if I don't get involved in this? Don't be silly, Lent. Those masters don't even think about the lives of us poor people. If you don't resist, you can visit my grave by this time next year. Oh, I forgot, I can't afford a grave."

"I resisted. At least I'm still a man. Maybe the boss will tell my story to others in the future and use it as an example! This is better than starving to death!"

Lunt said this and took a big sip of the broth.

"But..." Lent wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only ask dryly, "What if someone reports it?"

"Pfft!" Hearing this, Dipsy burst out laughing. Looking at Lunt, he said with a smile, "So that's what you're worried about!"

He then reached out and hooked his arm around Lent's shoulder, pulling him closer, and said mysteriously, "Don't worry, our boss has magical powers. Report? Humph, if they have the guts, they can do it."

Magical power?
Lunt was a little confused, and various urban legends he had read flashed through his mind.

Although mysteries are no longer made public in this era, there has never been a shortage of mysterious urban legends.

At this moment, Dipsy seemed to have seen something, his eyes lit up, and he gestured to Lent to look in a certain direction: "Look! Boss, the boss is here! Hey, who is that person next to the boss?"

Lent looked in the direction indicated by Disi, and saw a handsome man who gave people the first impression of being as passionate as a flame. Next to the man was a man dressed like a scholar.

"...Weapons and food are in place, and the ideological work is also well done. You are quite professional, Xiaohong!" Luo Lin, wearing a Lucifer vest, flipped through the documents handed to him by Medici, and glanced at the workers around him who were busy eating. He couldn't help but look at Medici with a smile.

(End of this chapter)