Cosma Empire

Early in the morning, Diwell got up from the bed lightly, changed into a set of clothes he wore yesterday, left the house lightly, and locked the door. As a Guarte living in Odis, he was not socially ostracized, as letters from relatives elsewhere claim. He wasn't quite sure how this ostracism came about, or whether it really existed, or whether it was an exaggerated statement by those relatives.

Because in Odis City, he had never encountered such a problem.

There is no lower city where the Guarts live, nor the upper city where the Ogdins live. All races in the city live together. It may be because of poverty, so there is no problem of who looks down on each other. Of course, it may also be due to the lack of competition. The pace of life in the whole city is so slow that people want to sleep. Except for those who sit at the door of the house all day and do their needlework to sew blankets, the rest of the work is the field. those jobs.

Take care of the wheat seedlings, water some water every day, and occasionally discharge the fertilizer in the stomach at the head of the field to increase the soil fertility.

In a peaceful and peaceful life, people can't find any reason or excuse to be hostile to each other, so here, everyone's status is almost the same.

Diwell remembered the young man he met yesterday. He said that a Guart church was built near the center of the city, where the former kings and gods were served. Any Guart can get it there for free. Some food and clothes, which made him very tempted. Being able to get up so early today is also to go and see earlier, maybe I can really get something.

He crossed the street, greeted the acquaintances around him warmly and friendly, walked for about ten minutes, and finally came to the Kingdom Church that the young man mentioned. At this time, many people were already queuing outside the door, and he even saw a few Ogdins who were not Guarts also queuing. He didn't say anything about it, but walked quietly to the end of the line.

"Do you know? I heard that they distribute food and other things every week, maybe some eggs, maybe some clothes or furniture, I really don't know why they do this?", the two people standing in front of Diwell He was talking about this matter, and he felt a little strange.

The church also came here to develop believers, but unfortunately they only persisted for a year, and then left this place, even demolished the church, and transported away the sculptures and stained glass inside. It is said that they said that the believers here are all greedy, they just want to take, and they don’t give anything. One of the bishops also said that this is a place that is not watched by God.

So how long can this group of people and their hometown association last?

With this question in mind, Diwell walked into the church with ten catties of wheat kernels and a brand new dress. The church is in order. Although the statues of the former kings and gods they advertised have not yet been erected, there are already some paintings on the walls, which can be regarded as making up for these problems.

A young man stood on the podium, he was frowning and looking at something, Diwell chose a place close to him and sat down, and greeted the acquaintances around him.

When the church was almost full, the door closed and the young man raised his head.

He was young, and looked dignified, like a big man. The conversation in the church also gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes were focused on the young man, wanting to see what he had to say. After all, everyone took a lot of things from him. If you save a little ten catties of wheat kernels and grind them into thick wheat kernel porridge, the whole family can survive for three to five days, or even longer.

As for clothes, everyone didn't have any needs. Most of the people walking on the street wore old clothes. Compared with these clothes, Diwell felt that it might be more appropriate to send some fabrics.

These people were looking at Du Lin, and Du Lin was also looking at these people. He was a little helpless now, because he didn't know what he was going to say. The social atmosphere in Odis is very good,

Everyone is very friendly, and there is no obvious class and hierarchy division, which has led to the assimilation of the local Guarts far more than other places. Here they felt the reality of the politicians' propaganda of "all citizens of the empire", which also made Du Lin feel a little troublesome.

If a person lives in a society with no obvious racial contradictions, class conflicts, and no dissatisfaction with his own situation, it is very difficult to unite these people. In the world of his dreams, there is a saying called "One can be powerful without desires". In layman's terms, it means that I don't want to gain anything from you, so I am not afraid of losing what I don't have.

He sighed, closed some materials, looked at the crowds in the church, pursed his lips, and found an idea—dream.

"Hi everyone, I'm Du Lin, and I'm also the new mayor. Like everyone here, I'm also a Guarte!" It was a very ordinary opening speech, and the applause was not very enthusiastic. He pointed at a person at random , asked: "What is your dream?"

Diwell stood up a little surprised, he thought for a while, and then said hesitantly: "I'm very sorry sir, I don't know what ideal I have."

Du Lin had an urge to slap him across the face, what's the point of not even living his ideals?

He smiled, "This shows that you are very satisfied with your current life. I think it is also the generally accepted opinion of everyone, isn't it?" Many people nodded one after another. There is a manual job to subsidize the family. can do. For food and drink, go to open a little wasteland outside the city to meet the family's food and drink needs. They really don't have anything urgently looking forward to. Du Lin walked back to the host stage, he knew what to say next.

In front of everyone, he took out a roll of money from his pocket. Although he didn't like to roll up the money, things like cash were kept for him. That guy likes to roll up the money and then use it Wrapped in cowhide silk, it is very troublesome to pack the rolls one by one. Especially if it is packed in a pocket, it will bulge and affect the appearance.

At this moment, he couldn't notice those things anymore. The circle in his pocket was full of 20 yuan, which is also the main denomination in circulation in the upper class. He took out one of them, then took out the lighter, and lit that one. Amidst people's exclamations and discussions, the banknote finally turned into ashes after persisting for a minute, and was stepped on by Du Lin. Immediately afterwards, Du Lin took out another twenty-yuan bill, showed some in front of everyone, and then lit the lighter again.

That's twenty dollars! One must know that they may not have this kind of money after working for a month, so it was burned like this? Many people can't sit still, they can burn the money, so why not give it to me? An Ogdin man stood up and licked his lips, "Mr. Mayor, if you plan to burn the banknote in your hand, can you give it to me?"

This was not a trust arranged by Du Lin. He thought that he might have to burn a few more banknotes before someone would stand up.

He shook his head with a smile on his face, continued to ignite the banknote in his hand, watched the banknote turn into ashes amidst the exclamation of the people, and took out another one.

If the previous two photos were burned, everyone was just a little surprised, but now they are shocked!

"Mr. Mayor..."

Du Lin looked at him and shook his head, "You are wrong, and there are two points. The first point, when I stand here today, I am not the mayor, but Du Lin from Guart. The second point, You are not a Gualt but you participated in a Gualt rally, which is very impolite in itself." When he finished speaking, Kina walked up to him and pointed to the place where he left with a smile. small door.

The guy hugged his bag of wheat kernels and clothes resentfully, and left the church under Kina's surveillance with some reluctance. At the same time, he invited other Ogdins who had sneaked in to take advantage of it.

Du Lin looked at the Guart man before, pointed at him and asked, "Do you have the same idea as the gentleman just now, I burned the money, why don't you give it to someone else?"

Diwell stood up again and nodded again and again, "Yes sir, you lost it, why don't you use it to help some people in need?"

Du Lin replied with a half-smile: "Because it's my money!" Before anyone could think about the meaning behind this sentence, he spread out the roll of money and lit them all up. Ninety-eight cards, 2,000 yuan minus 40 yuan, became ashes when people were so shocked that they lost their ability to express themselves for a while.

He clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Because this is my money, I have the right to choose where it goes. Whether it is given to a certain person or burned, it is up to me to make the decision!"

"I can give this money to one of you, or I can distribute it to all of you, but why should I do this?" Du Lin left the podium and walked to the side of the host podium, his scrutiny eyes were on The faces of those who just came to their senses were scanned one by one, "Because of what? Who can answer me?"

No one could answer his question, and the church fell into a brief silence. Du Lin took a deep breath, took two steps, and said in a slightly high-pitched voice: "Because I have money but I don't want to give it to you. , that's why."

"Actually, when this gentleman...sorry, may I ask for your name...", Du Lin smiled apologetically, and then continued: "Actually, when Mr. Diwell said that he didn't pursue it, I didn't think it was funny. Yes, I only feel sad, not for him alone, but for everyone present here!"

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