Successors of all mankind

Even if he doesn't intend to settle scores, or even if he guarantees it to your face, it's still not acceptable.

Would these third-class people dare to gamble?

They dare not!

In their eyes, the promises of the nobility probably meant nothing.

They would only deduce according to their own logic: a nobleman who was seen in such a disheveled state by us and was in a hurry to distance himself from us, the first thing he would do after returning home would definitely be to silence him!

So, I'm not really any different now than before?

Or are we still locked in a standoff with death?

This time, however, death wasn't a gleaming gun barrel, but rather a series of respectful faces...

Well, it's true that ingratitude is unacceptable.

Knowing that she had no way out, Yu Le suddenly felt a little relieved.

After all, although his decision to run away was out of necessity, deep down he still felt it was utterly shameful.

Although this still doesn't help, it has made him feel a lot better.

"Okay, you're right. Lead the way."

The phrase "enjoyment" is said lightly, as if it were just a promise to do something trivial.

However, it was precisely because of this that Daimon and the others were able to relax a lot.

This lord didn't care about these things, nor did he care about their scheming.

Fortunately, this person was standing very high, so high that he disdained to argue with a bunch of mud people.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

He kowtowed as he backed away, taking several steps before daring to stand up, then turned and waved to his companions:

"What are you all standing there for! Hurry up! Get ready! Give the best car to the adults! Lay clean things in the car! Go now!"

The third-class residents of the settlement were all as if they had been granted a pardon, and they all ran faster than rabbits, afraid that if they were a step too slow, Yule would stop them and change their minds.

It's actually not that troublesome.

This group of black market dealers had plenty of vehicles, more than enough to properly house the dead and wounded, as well as the goods they brought in exchange.

Furthermore, the rough inventory of the black market merchants' stockpiles after the war almost made Daimen burst out laughing.

Because they were involved in murder and robbery, these black market merchants were incredibly wealthy!

They had everything they needed: food, weapons, and even a few small boxes of rare medicine.

The only problem is that they are illiterate and don't know what kind of medicine these are.

But it's okay, we can just look for a way later.

The key is that they have access to medicines that are completely unavailable to third-class people like them!

You see, in the past, they had to bear all their injuries and illnesses on their own. The slave Nor's apothecary would never pay attention to them, and they had no chance of ever seeing each other.

With these, not only can you use them yourself, but you can also exchange them for many good things in other settlements.

But as the gate laughed, it stopped laughing.

He remembered the divine plan.

That stopped machine.

Chapter 10 Unhappy Machine Soul

The settlements were able to exist because they could produce goods using divine means and then pay taxes to the nobles of the slaves, Nor, in order to gain recognition and protection.

But now that the divine machine has stopped working, the very existence of their settlement has been jeopardized.

This is not something that can be overcome by simply splitting things up.

Most importantly, if the Nu'er people believe they caused the divine machine to stop working, then the charges against their settlements will be far more complex than simply withholding taxes...

Rather, it is an extremely serious crime of "blasphemy against human heritage"!

This will have to go to court, and may even be subject to joint review by multiple parties!

Da Men dared not think any further.

He had never seen a courthouse, nor had he ever witnessed the handling of such a grave crime.

But he and everyone else knew that if this happened to them, it would be worse than death.

Therefore, we absolutely must find a way to fix the divine machine!

The thought of the consequences of being charged with blaming someone for filth brought Yu Le, who was sitting upright in the front of the car, to his eyes.

How to maintain and repair the divine machine was naturally beyond the knowledge of these third-class people.

They simply knew how to use and worship it.

As for repairs and maintenance, that's a secret known only to the adults above.

So, as a form of entertainment for the high-ranking nobility, they should... surely know about it, right?

Da Men gritted his teeth and repeatedly encouraged himself in his heart.

He knew that what he was about to say was risky and might even anger Yu Le.

But he had no other way out.

On the way back, Damen carefully approached Yule's side.

Not daring to get too close, they maintained a distance, and even less daring to look directly at Yu Le, but simply bowed to avoid their breath hitting Yu Le's path:

“Your Excellency…we have something we hope you can do for us, considering our sacrifice.”

After saying this, Damen held his breath, afraid that he might miss a single word Yule said.

This is our only hope!

They're here!

The music, which had been keeping me on edge, suddenly snapped me out of my daze.

He clearly remembered that the brute leader had said that they needed his help.

Even half of what he said during his confrontation with the barbarian leader was meant for Daimon and the others—

The purpose is to hope that the gates, which clearly belong to third parties, can fight against the barbarians for their own interests.

The fact that they're now coming to the door is something Yule could have predicted.

It's just a prediction...

But I really can't help you!

After all, I was just an imposter.

However, these words obviously cannot be said, otherwise Yu Le guarantees that the gate will immediately pull him off the car and let the convoy behind him run over him again and again in a fit of rage.

What do you want?

Yu Le suppressed his unease, his face remaining calm as still water, even slightly turning his head to look at the desolate horizon in the distance.

It was as if the door's request was not even worth "listening to seriously" to him.

This posture, however, made the gatekeeper even more nervous.

He took a deep breath to calm his increasingly rapid heartbeat.

He worried that Yule would be dissatisfied with their "taking an inch and wanting a mile," after all, the higher-ups probably wouldn't like to be taken advantage of by a bunch of trash who were worse than bastards—that would make the nobles feel like they were being manipulated by lowly bastards.

But he dared not remain silent.

Because the divine will not heal on its own, and the Slave Nor enforcement team and even the tribunal's disciplinary forces will not bypass Settlement 386 just because of his silence.

Therefore, he had no choice but to speak.

"We, we hope you can help us repair the magic machine in our settlement."

"Divine Strategist?"

What the hell is "fixing the divine machine"?

I had heard the term "divine machine" before.

But before he could think much of it, he was even more taken aback when he heard that he was still being asked to fix it.

No, you aristocrats here not only judge by looks, but also know how to fix machines???

Wait, is this really still a wasteland? So, the so-called aristocratic class maintains their privileges in this way?

Is it about mythical 'machines' and knowledge related to closure?

Yu Le's surprise nearly scared the gate to death.

So much so that he hurriedly retorted:

"Please believe me, this is absolutely not our problem. We pray to the divine machine every day, and we certainly haven't offended its spirit!"

Daimon was genuinely worried that Yule felt they were responsible for the shutdown of Shenji and that they would be burdened with the grave crime of desecrating human heritage.

"Machine Soul?!"

Yu Le almost jumped up when she heard an even more incredible word.

No, how come there are machine spirits too?

Is this wasteland or Warhammer?

I don't want to see yellow-skinned people!

Yu Le was startled, while Da Men was completely terrified.

"My lord, what's wrong? This really isn't our problem! We just really don't know why, the machine just stopped working!"

They used the magic dart strictly according to the instructions of the nobles of Numennor.

They didn't even dare to let the divine machine run for too long, preferring to reduce production and deliver other things to make up for it.

We must let the divine machine 'rest well' in order to please its spirit!

Firstly, I'm worried about the divine mechanism malfunctioning; secondly... it's a human heritage! A true sacred object!

He also took a sideways look at other settlements and asked himself that they were already the best among so many settlements.

But the machine at their settlement No. 386 just happened to stop working!

As he spoke, he even knelt down in the car in a very awkward posture and said:

"Please, sir, please, for the sake of so many of our deaths, repair our machine! Please, we only ask for this!"

"You are a nobleman, you can definitely fix it!"

The last sentence sealed Yu Le's fate.

So, the nobles here really do make a living by monopolizing technology!

Yu Le felt that he had begun to see through the truth of the world—civilization collapsed, and the remaining forces built class barriers by monopolizing the technological heritage of the previous civilization.

They used mythology as a tool to achieve religious control. At the same time, they also engaged in Nazi-like racial theories and played the game of 'blood discrimination' to further mythologize and maintain their privileged status.

At least, that's what Yule thinks we're seeing right now.

If all of this is wrong, then we can only say that the madness of this world has exceeded the understanding of entertainment.

In that case, if this were a story, readers and authors might like it, but people who enjoy entertainment might not.

This is insane!

"Okay, I'll go check it out."

Yu Le agreed to their request, but he himself felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

How am I, a purebred 2k ape, supposed to know how to repair production tools built with future technology?

But compared to the icy atmosphere of Yu Le, they were overjoyed at the gate.

Excellent! The nobleman has agreed. Spring has arrived at Settlement 386!

"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much, sir!"