Terra Martial God and Merit System

He led the team to the factory.

"Although this is not our largest sugar processing plant, it is one of the best." Francesco explained to them on the way, "Now Camsco is gradually transferring its industries to other cities, striving to radiate all our territories, so the originally planned scale expansion has been stopped."

Andorn took in his emotions.

A little disappointment, but mostly pride.

What are they proud of? They have a factory here?

Andorn couldn't understand such emotions and naturally expressed doubts.

It took Francesco two or three seconds to realize all this. Perhaps it was because he had been away from the Lateran for too long.

He pursed his lips and said, "You will know when you go in."

When talking about factories, Andorn often thinks of roaring machines and humid and hot environments.

This was the environment of most factories in his impression, but the factory of Terra United gave him a completely different feeling.

After entering, his first feeling was "big".

The second feeling is 'clean'.

This is a sugar processing plant, and naturally they use syrup to process different snacks.

As for the dessert industry...Sakota is very familiar with it.

However, most of their desserts are made in the form of family workshops, located on street corners. The first floor is the shop, and the second floor is the living area. They sell the desserts directly after processing.

Andorn had never seen Terra united in this form before—

A vat of syrup was constantly being stirred.

This huge metal barrel, which could not be held even by ten people, was filled with sticky yellow syrup that was being stirred constantly.

Workers climbed up and down, adding various materials to make the syrup into what they wanted.

The processed syrup enters the next process.

Workers wearing tight protective clothing began to process the syrup. The syrup, which was originally in a semi-melted state, was cooled and then turned into a different appearance.

They even have different molds.

Just pour in syrup, let it cool, and then take it apart to create a lifelike sugar sculpture.

If this thing were in Lateran, it would take a craftsman working hard for a long time to make it. How could it be so easy?

Everyone was dizzy watching the various processes that followed.

Although Francesco tried his best to explain, they still found it difficult to understand the complicated process.

Ordinary syrup eventually turned into candies of various flavors, which were displayed in front of you in a dazzling array.

It feels a bit cold and doesn't have that hand-made feel.

Francesco, on the other hand, conveyed a completely different emotion—he was excited and proud.

"I was instrumental in building this place. I established the regulations for sugar processing..."

The members of Andorn's team looked at each other, especially the special business representative, who expressed his concern.

The Terra Union has an industrial strength that can almost completely overwhelm Lateran. Reaching such a conclusion only requires simple arithmetic skills, and does not even require a high level of political knowledge.

At least this sugar processing factory is worth half of the dessert shops in Rutland.

So the question is - how do they do it?

"I want to ask," Andorn asked, "What is the core economic concept of the Terra Union?"

"Reduce the cost of becoming a worker," Francesco said decisively.

"Workers are the ruling class of our Terra Union. Everything is designed around workers." He began to explain. "We implement compulsory education, reduce food prices, and promote medical insurance. All of this is designed to reduce the cost of a person becoming a worker."

"If under such conditions, there are still people who are unwilling to become workers, we can only provide ideological counseling and employment assistance. If that doesn't work, we can only force them to undergo labor reform."

"Of course, labor reform was basically used on previous rulers. After working, they all realized their mistakes."

"....." Andorn could feel the other party's excitement.

He believes that he is right and that his ideas are the truth.

But Andorn was still confused.

"When you say laborers, do you mean workers?"

"No, there is no hierarchy among professions. For example, my wife is now a nurse in a hospital. She works in the service industry, and serving people is also a job. But what she and I do is labor," Francesco replied.

"A novel theory..." Andorn thought.

But is this theory feasible?

If this is implemented, will cities like Kamsco appear all over the world?

If that were really the case...the things that had confused me for a long time would no longer exist.

but--

The more Andorn thought about Francesco's theory, the more difficult it seemed to be to implement.

This requires a strong government that can implement such measures to the maximum extent possible.

Besides...it is simply impossible to accomplish all this with dispersed forces.

Unless they are like Sakota, they all have auras that can sense each other.

Not only that, if we want to eliminate discrimination in occupations, we must first eliminate the noble lords who are high above us...

No wonder the man who founded the Terran Union enjoyed slaughtering nobles so much...

Seeing Andoen lost in thought, Lemiaoan took the initiative to take over the topic.

As if she noticed the atmosphere was a bit heavy, she changed the subject - "No wonder you didn't go back, it turns out you have a wife."

She smiled and said, "Why don't you introduce yourself? What's your race and how old are you?"

This kind of good-natured gossip would have lightened the mood, but Francesco's expression turned a little serious.

But he quickly adjusted himself. "Sorry, I might have been a little excited."

This kind of emotional control demonstrated his extremely high quality, and made Lemiaoan look up to this compatriot who looked only a few years older than him.

"If you go back to Lateran, it will definitely be no worse than here." Lemiaoan said sincerely.

"Impossible." Francesco suddenly sneered.

"Nothing is impossible." Lemiaoan advised, "We can all understand each other."

"What if I say....my wife is a Sarkaz?"

Chapter 4000 Seeking Truth from Facts ()

"Your wife is... a demon?"

Everyone's expression changed instantly.

Andorn fell into deeper thought.

Lemiaoan and the business representative looked shocked.

Mostima was stunned at first, then frowned and thought.

Their emotions are intertwined and connected.

The only outlier, Fiammetta, took a deep breath. "I have never heard of such a thing..."

"You are ill!" said the Rutland business representative decisively. "You are out of the group!"

Sakhota individuals who have been away from Lateran for a long time and are unfamiliar with the Sakhota lifestyle and community values ​​will develop a non-pathological empathy disorder called desocialization. When they empathize with other Sakhotas, their feelings may be intermittent and unclear at best, or irrational and contradictory at worst. At the same time, they will also become unable to understand the emotions of normal Sakhotas.

Considering Francesco's long stay here....this scenario is not impossible.

"I can sense your emotions," Francesco replied. "You are shocked and confused... but do you feel mine?"

"I think I did it all right."

Indeed, the emotions transmitted through his aura told everyone.

He was so confident that he was sure he had done nothing wrong.

"The union of Sakota and Sarkaz is not allowed..." Lemiaoan said, "This is not in accordance with..."

"Ms. Lemuean, do you think there are distinctions between high and low races in this world?" Francesco suddenly asked.

"......Uh..." Lemiaoan was choked by this question.

"We all have emotions, we're all human. We all cry and laugh....what's the difference between us? A few extra horns and a tail?"

"Could it be that the Sakota are naturally superior to other races?"

"What a ridiculous statement. Just because of this *expletive* aura that can sense emotions?"

"You are right." Andorn suddenly looked up. "The Sakota are no more noble than other races. All men are created equal."

"Captain, you..."

Everyone was stunned; no one expected that there would be a traitor among them.

"The law won't allow this?!" the business representative said loudly. "It's inevitable!"

He brought up the Law, the being that gave Sakota the miracle.

"Wrong!" Francesco retorted, "Everything should be based on the principle of seeking truth from facts. Things will not change according to personal will."

"The fact is, I didn't fall from heaven."

"If so, it means the law approves all of this."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The business representative looked at him angrily, but did not continue speaking.

Of course, this only means that he can't think of any other verbal attacks. It doesn't mean that he recognizes Francesco.

His face flushed red, his nostrils flared, and his anger continued to be released through his aura.

"You really can't go back to Lateran." But not everyone can be affected by his emotions. Fiammetta looked at Sakota in front of him. "Some bishops... are really stubborn."

Although there was no empathy, Fiammetta could understand the other party's thoughts to a certain extent.

As a Liberi from Lateran, her grandfather was Sakota, and although she had no blood relationship with him, they had a deep family bond.

Fiammetta was unable to control the gun, but Sakota, who was of the same age, used the gun as naturally as if it were his own hands and feet.

Her grandfather gave her a special weapon and warned her that the gun was not the glory of Sakota alone.

There is always something beyond the law, and everyone has a different name and definition for it. Some say it is justice, some say it is emotion, and some say it is a glimmer of hope.

Who knows?

Fiammetta could sense the other party's obsession, although she did not empathize with him.

Only two of the five members of the team defected, which immediately made the situation chaotic.

Mostima's thoughts usually jump out of control, but now he is a little wavering.

Lemiaoan was thinking.

There is no distinction between races... Could it be that she is a double standard person deep down? She thinks that Sakota is more noble?

When did their dispute with the Sarkaz begin, and why did it continue?

Remian had an urge to go to the largest library in Lateran to find the answer.

"I won't do business with you lackeys of the demon clan..." Andorn covered the business representative's mouth with his hand.

"I'm sorry," he said to Francesco. "He lost his temper."

"We'll take our leave for now. We'll contact you about the next cooperation."

Francesco nodded slightly, "Everyone, please get in the car from here..."

Andorn pulled the business representative into the car, and then urged the others to sit down.

But when he closed the car door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Francesco.

"I wish you and your wife happiness forever."