Successors of all mankind

Ah, what a beautiful day.

I will be married in a sacred church, with a beautiful lady by my side, and among my guests there may even be one or two nobles!

And all of this can be achieved simply by these scumbags, Tao Kong, saying one thing:

"Of course, we're ready. Two hundred and forty compound gears, sir, please check them!"

"kindness?!"

The beautiful dream shattered in an instant, and Wenshu looked up at the door in astonishment.

Amidst the other party's attentive service, a large bag of compound gears was carefully brought up.

Is it possible that inferior goods were passed off as superior ones?

In an instant, this thought filled Wen Shu's heart.

At his signal, two of the filthy henchmen immediately and roughly pushed the group of third-class people aside.

The force was immense; one of them even used the butt of a gun to smash the other person's tooth, but the settlement resident who was hit did not dare to resist at all.

They could only awkwardly dodge.

Although the filthy people were also classified as third-class citizens, just like them.

But not only are they corrupt people with higher genetic purity, they also represent the final stage of tax collection!

To fight against them is to fight against the slave Nor!

But as they examined the document more closely, they shook their heads at it.

The clerk's expression changed instantly.

How is that possible?!

impossible!

The tax collector said that the divine tools allocated to them were clearly...!

"Impossible! How could there be no problem!"

The cold reality easily shattered his illusions.

So much so that he couldn't help but say that.

Although he immediately stopped talking and didn't say the most crucial part, he made the doorman prick up his ears.

Chapter 16 Standoff

What does "impossible" mean?

He was very careful to suppress the fact that Shenji had run into trouble.

Aside from their own people, at most only the group of black market dealers who arrested Yu Le knew about it.

After all, they would appear there to see if the black market merchants had any connections to fix the magic machine.

The problem is, the black market dealers are all gone. How could their own people possibly expose something that could kill everyone at any moment?

So, what could possibly be the meaning behind the document?

The document clearly showed that he had made a slip of the tongue.

He coughed and then looked at the gate suspiciously:

"How come I remember you never handed in the correct number before! You were always dozens short, and you had to hand in something else to make up the difference!"

"For this, I, along with the tax collector, have gone to great lengths for you. After all, our nobles at Nor have set a quota of 240 compound gears for you. Yet you have consistently failed to pay them all!"

Then, pointing to the bag of compound gears, he said:

"So, what exactly is going on? Were you trying to fool us before?"

After a few words, Daimon's doubts dissipated considerably.

Because they had indeed been unable to pay their taxes in the past and had been relying on other means to make up for the shortfall.

After all, the output of the divine machine itself is highly dependent on the machine's output, and it is easy for the machine to keep working.

Tao Kong said in fear:

"My lord, my lord, we were wrong before, but we absolutely did not mean to deceive you! It's just that we couldn't keep pleasing Shenji in the past. Now, perhaps the machine spirit has finally taken pity on us! Otherwise, we definitely wouldn't have been able to gather so many!"

"Hmph, whether it is or not, I have my own conclusion. Get out of the way and take me to see the Divine Strategist!"

After carefully examining the document that Damen had just glanced at, he spat and then instructed Damen to take him to see Shenji.

He was certain that the machine at settlement 386 was malfunctioning. Theoretically, they absolutely could not produce enough compound gears.

Although it's been brought out now, he thinks it's mostly because these bastards found a way to get it.

It was bought at a high price.

This was all to cover up the fact that the divine machines distributed to them had already gone wrong!

But it's okay, I'll go see for myself and find out!

Your little tricks won't fool me!

If you dare to obstruct us, it will confirm that you are up to no good, and you will all die a horrible death!

To his surprise, the gatekeeper only hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying:

"No problem, sir, I'll take you there right away. The divine oracle is perfectly fine; we don't dare to skip a single one of our daily sacrifices and worships!"

'Hmm? This reaction? Is there really no problem?'

The clerk couldn't help but feel confused.

'No, that shouldn't be the case! The tax official said, judging by the timeline, it should be this month!'

It must be these bastards trying to scam me!

In disbelief, Wen Shu, accompanied by two of his men, entered through the gate.

They arrived before the divine machine that restored YiD.

I saw that amazing machine that could produce several compound gears in just one minute.

Wen Shu and his two subordinates were stunned.

No, how could it be so fast?

They are not human and are not qualified to be served by the divine machine, so they have never seen a divine machine with such a production speed.

Even the tax collectors had never heard of anything that could be done so quickly.

The divine strategists they had encountered were the kind who would only act relatively quickly after killing several people in front of them.

But this...

After a moment of stunned silence, Wen Shu, somewhat bewildered, addressed the gate:

"No, how could it be so fast?"

The gatekeeper hurriedly said:

"My lord, as I said, the divine mechanism has shown mercy! This must be because our daily piety has been seen and is now responding to us!"

The gatekeeper didn't reveal the meaning of the story.

Because Yule didn't let them speak.

Having resolved the life-or-death crisis, Daimon had no courage to defy Yule, not even the slightest possibility!

Is this even possible?

The clerk was stunned.

But upon closer reflection, the priests of the Human-Machine Church did indeed say similar things.

If you are devout enough, you may please the divine beings you serve and receive blessings far beyond what you can comprehend.

The problem is, that's not what he wants!

What should we do? Just slink back like this?

What should we do according to the tax collector's orders?

What should I do about my beautiful wife?

Wen Shu stared intently at the machine that was frantically spitting out gears, his mind racing with only one thought: We can't go back like this, we absolutely can't go back like this!

If he goes back empty-handed, what will the tax collector think of him? What will become of his future offspring?

He could even picture the tax official's expression at that moment—"You can't even handle this little thing? Looks like I need to find someone else!"

Oh, right, if I go back like this, I'll never be able to marry a beautiful wife and have noble offspring.

I'm afraid I won't even have this identity anymore!

I've offended so many people, what if the tax official kicks me aside?

How horribly would I die then?

He could flaunt his power and prestige in front of these third-class people, and he could also speak eloquently and maintain his dignity in front of the second-class people.

But if you really think about it, he's just a dog that can be replaced at any time.

Nothing special, and no particular feelings involved.

It stopped working properly, so I replaced it.

Wen Shu dared not think about it anymore. He gritted his teeth, turned around, and his expression slowly changed from shock to deliberate suspicion.

“No.” The document clerk’s voice suddenly rose. “This is not right.”

Da Men's heart tightened, but his expression became even more humble:

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"First! You couldn't pay your taxes in the past, but now you've suddenly paid them all. This isn't normal."

The clerk walked halfway around Shenji, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, trying to find more 'evidence'.

"Secondly, the output of the Divine Machine is ridiculously fast, which is also abnormal. Two abnormal things combined, do you think I'm blind?"

He turned around abruptly and stared at the front door:

"Tell me, where did these gears come from? Did you steal them from another settlement? Or... or did you bastards have the audacity to tamper with the Divine Machine?!"

By the way, I am the one who legally 'judge' these bastards, the tax collector.

What if we collect all the taxes? What if the divine strategist shows great mercy?

To put it bluntly, you're still just a bunch of bastards!

As long as the reason is reasonable, crushing someone is fine!

Who cares?

The entrance made me feel dizzy.

How could they possibly bear the guilt of tampering with divine plans?

But he dared not speak of Yu Le, for offending the powerful nobles and offending the clerks or even the tax collectors were two different things.

He could only hastily explain:

"My lord, my lord, please be wise! How could something like us possibly have that kind of courage and ability?"

The clerk sneered:

"Who knows how bold you really are? As for lack of ability, heh, who knows if you've colluded with the wrong people? Hmm!?"

The gatekeeper turned pale with fright.

The document represents the slave Nor, not just the few individuals present.

They were people who had always stood above them, so under that long-accumulated fear, even the gatekeeper was somewhat at a loss.

But at that moment, a voice came from behind them.

"Why is it so noisy so early in the morning? I just want to get some rest, what are you all doing?!"

Exhausted, sleep-deprived, and hungry, Yu Le emerged from the back of the crowd.