The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

She was greedy.

The setting of "mutation" is quite consistent with the background of the end of the world.

But unfortunately, I, Qiao, am not some ordinary person!

Jon smiled brightly, "You are joking, Lord City Lord. My body is no different from before. I just figured out some things when I was on the verge of death."

"What have you figured out?" City Lord Morgan asked curiously.

"I figured out that the lighthouse is a complete failure. In the end times, this kind of thing can't protect us at all.

So the law and the Three Principles are of no consequence to me. You can kill me or chop me up as you please. You will all come down to accompany me soon anyway."

Stop pretending, just come clean.

I am about to start.

You can say I can't.

But you can't say that the three rules I set are not right!

City Lord Morgan stood up excitedly, "How outrageous!"

Voila.

Although he looks mature and rational, he will still get furious once his sore spot is touched.

Jon raised the corner of his mouth.

A smile is the best contempt.

"4396 What are you talking about? Apologize to the city lord!"

After all, he was the benefactor of himself and the Wasteland Hunters Team. Mark couldn't bear to see 4396 being punished by the law, and couldn't help but remind him in a low voice.

Beside him, Ran Bing also nodded repeatedly, with a nervous look on his face.

Jon pretended not to hear and asked, "Am I wrong? There are less than 1 people in the Lighthouse. To be exact, there are only about 5000 people. Some wise man divided them into upper people and dust people.

Okay, let’s select and optimize the population based on the quality of genes.

But you should at least make sure that everyone is put to good use.

The results of it?

The dirty and tiring work is done by the common people.

And what are the Shangmin doing?

Praying in a mysterious way!

You don’t have the resources to improve the living conditions of the common people, but you have the resources to build churches, right?

Cattle!

My rating is top notch! ”

When it comes to his own Light and Shadow Church, Charles can't sit still.

"Idiot, what do you know? If it weren't for the protection of the Lord of Light and Shadow, do you think the lighthouse could still operate normally?"

He looked Jon up and down, his eyes revealing undisguised disgust. "Even you, Dustman 4396, survived thanks to the protection of the Lord of Light and Shadow. You should be grateful!"

"Really~"

After hesitating for a moment, Jon pinched the corner of his clothes in a nervous manner.

then.

He lowered his head and walked slowly towards Charles.

Charles instinctively wanted to hide.

But under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he still controlled his body and stood still.

"What do you want to do?"

The head of the Light and Shadow Church raised his voice slightly.

"I don't want to do anything, Master. I just want to feel the glory of the Lord of Light and Shadow up close."

As he spoke, Jon moved closer and closer to Charles.

“If it’s convenient, please invite the Lord of Light and Shadow to come down so I can meet him.

I want to be more handsome and, of course, stronger. I ask him to help me realize these little wishes."

Ah this

Charles was speechless.

Although he is the head of the Church of Light and Shadow, his devotion to the Lord of Light and Shadow has never changed.

But do you think the Lord of Light and Shadow is a good neighbor next door?

See you soon!

“I don’t understand what you are saying!”

He flicked his robe sleeves and quickly distanced himself from Jon.

Jon had a look of shock on his face.

"So the Lord of Light and Shadow is fake?

It can neither make me taller nor more handsome. What's the point of believing in such a useless god?"

Say something.

Even if John himself wanted to recruit believers, he had to show his power in public and personally change the trajectory of his fate.

Why does the Lord of Light and Shadow not have to do anything?

There is no such truth in the world~

"Outrageous! Outrageous! Outrageous!" Charles' expression clearly revealed a trace of panic, and he could only use helpless rage to cover up his mood at the moment.

Jon smiled.

No matter how gorgeous the cover-up is, it cannot hide the fact that there are not many normal people on the lighthouse.

He turned around and looked directly at City Lord Morgan.

"Based on my observations these days, I think the management of the lighthouse is problematic."

The atmosphere was dead silent.

Everyone, including City Lord Morgan, was dumbfounded.

What did they hear?

The Dust People actually questioned the management of the lighthouse!

General Victor suggested in a cold voice: "Lord City Lord, please allow me to capture this arrogant man."

Mayor Morgan thought again and again, "Slow down!"

He stood up and looked Jon in the eye.

"You said there are problems with the management of the lighthouse. I want to hear what you can say."

“Too simple~”

Jon pointed at Mayor Morgan in an extremely rude manner.

"First of all, I want to question the 'three major rules' you set!"

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

City Lord Morgan was so angry that veins on his forehead were throbbing.

But he still held his temper, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Go on, I'm listening."

"Since you want to listen, I will tell you with some reluctance. It is wrong to divide classes based on genetic quality.

Like I just said.

The total population of Dengta is only 15000. With such a small number of people, you still want to improve the quality of the population and continue the flame of civilization through eugenics and family planning?

It seems like child's play to me.

It’s just nonsense.”

Mayor Morgan narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you know? The resources of the lighthouse are limited. If we don't use this method, how can we feed so many people?"

“Resources are limited, so go find them!

If there is not enough food, we should speed up the reclamation!

And what did I see?

The only farm and the only land in the lighthouse is completely unattended, without even a single guard."

Mayor Morgan was stunned at first, then he asked with a strange look: "Have you been to the Sky Farm?"

"I've been there."

Jon nodded matter-of-factly.

Then he spread his hands and said, "To be honest, I really don't understand why such an important land resource is not guarded by strict soldiers?

Even me.

Ahem, even a commoner like me can come in and out freely.

Aren't you afraid that some naturally bad people, oh, the kind of psychopaths who like to see others in pain, will burn your crops?"

Said.

It seems to make sense.

but!

I can't admit it.

Mayor Morgan pinched his brows and said, "Human resources are limited, and we are all citizens of the lighthouse, so we should work for the lighthouse."

“Stop stop stop stop stop!”

Lord Morgan was halfway through his words when Jon interrupted him impatiently.

"Are they all citizens of the Lighthouse? Only the upper class are citizens of the Lighthouse!

I've roughly calculated that it's no problem to feed 3 people with the scale of the aerial farm.

Then why is it that when there are only about 12 people in Lighthouse, the dust people have no food to eat and can only fill their stomachs with "worm cakes"?

There are people who only eat and don’t work! "

As he spoke, he glanced at the people in the hall.

"Here, I want to focus on the believers of the Light and Shadow Church."

Damn, why is it me again?

Three black lines appeared on Charles' forehead.

“The light bears all living things, and all living things follow the shadow;

The light cleanses my soul, the shadow protects my body;

Use the Tao to control desires, and enjoy life without being licentious;

I would rather leave my body in ruins than give up light and shadow;

It sounds great, but what’s the practical significance?

Rather than giving the people illusory spiritual sustenance, it is better to expand the scale of production, liberate productivity, and let your believers who do nothing but gossip behind their backs participate in glorious labor. "

Don’t ask, the answer is mass production!

Those high-ranking officials eat and drink lavishly all day long, and their bodies have become ill.

Jon looked at City Lord Morgan, "Do you think what I said makes sense?"

Without waiting for Mayor Morgan to answer, Jon continued, "What I said must make sense!

But, it is such a simple truth, but none of you can come up with it!