Heavenly Dao Formula Chapter 558: The meaning of resistance (part 2)

Momora watched the amp in her hand melt into blue smoke and dissipated, and her mood could not be calm for a long time.

"How about, the first experience of casting spells?" Li quipped from the side.

"It's almost like a dream..." she murmured.

She hadn't fully reacted to the call just now, and even for fear of no effect, she almost squeezed her strength and shouted.

When her own echo came from around the shantytown, Momora realized that she had done something that a wizard could only do.

Spellcaster-this word has almost nothing to do with half-beasts. The former is the lucky one among humans, with a high status, basically second only to the dragonborn. The latter is the weeds in the bottom layer, an aberration of half-human and half-beasts, which are inferior to humans wherever they go.

To say that she doesn't envy the caster, that's definitely a lie.

If you have enough power, why should you be afraid of the overseers’ oppression?

Unfortunately, the birth gap cannot be crossed. She can neither naturally master spells like the Dragonborn, nor will the Wizard Tower accept an untalented half-beast apprentice.

Just now Momora followed Li's instructions and imagined the invisible magic power being injected into the amplifier. She felt an indescribable sense of comfort-like a body covered in mud melted away in a lake. In general, it seems that blood vessels that have been blocked for a long time are regaining flow. The pleasure of this kind of experience seems to go deep into the soul, as long as it is tasted once, it will be hard to forget.

"Have you never noticed the flow of qi?" Li couldn't help but curiously asked.

The biggest difference between monsters and humans is that monsters possess natural spells, so they skip the steps of awakening and entraining air into the body, and step into the eighth rank alchemist level in one step.

A dragon demon like Chi is almost born with the level of Six-Rank Questioning Dao.

The half-beast is undoubtedly an emotional person. This was confirmed by Li when we first met, and Momora could "smelt" the smell of magic.

It's just that she never seemed to actively use this ability.

"The flow of air?" Momora showed a dazed expression, "What is that?"

No one had taught her these things, Li realized. In Jinxia City, even a five-year-old child can say a word or two when it comes to qi. In places other than Shenzhou, the Privy Council will also publicize awakening and feelings of anger. Even if the people do not want to hand over their children to the large families responsible for training alchemists, they can also recruit wandering and meditation alone for their own children. Give simple teachings on alchemy.

There is also an academic monopoly here.

And the situation is probably more serious than that of the six eastern countries.

At least in Qiguo, neither the imperial court nor the Privy Council restricts low-level education.

Reading is the only way out for promotion. It can be said that this concept has affected all aspects of the world.

"About the topic of qi, I can't finish talking about it for days and nights. When this matter is over, it will not be too late for me to teach you slowly." Li Anan rubbed her ears like a soothing. Fill your stomach first."

……

The horns came to a shed with a bread basket.

Opening the curtain, he saw Mu Li sitting on the ground, focusing on the hair piled up in front of her.

"Brother!" Seeing him come back, my sister suddenly smiled with joy, "Look—" She raised a piece of silk cloth in her hand.

The cloth looked very shiny and soft, and it contrasted sharply with the coarse cloth on her body.

"You knit this out of your hair?" Horn couldn't help but smile.

"When you were away, I was wondering if I could use them. It would be a shame if they were just used as fuel." Mu Li nodded, "Later I found out that it became soft and soft after being boiled with water. Tough, not much worse than the rope."

"It's amazing. It turns out that my sister's hair still has this function." Horn sat down opposite her, "But are these handkerchiefs you knit?"

"It's a bandage!" Mu Li pouted, "You are fighting with the factory, and someone will inevitably be injured. Bandages are better than rags. Now my brother is fighting in front, I also want to help. !"

The Horn couldn't help taking a deep breath.

If he doesn't do this, he feels that the image he maintains might be flawed.

"It turned out to be like this. You helped us a lot. I thank you for everyone."

"Really?"

"It is true." Horn said earnestly.

"Haha, that's good." Mu Li smiled happily, "By the way, you just let me fight with you. You said I'm not suitable for working in a factory, right? I promise I won’t be dragged down!"

"That won't work!" Horn decisively refused, "You are a girl, so you should stay behind. Fighting is what men should do."

"Huh? But Momora is obviously a girl!"

"Uh-" He got stuck for a while, opened his mouth for a long time and then simply changed the subject, "Anyway, it doesn't work, just don't mention that. Come and eat."

After speaking, he opened the drape on the basket and put a sweet bun in his sister's hands.

The latter swallowed suddenly.

"This is..."

"Good-hearted people send it for free, you can rest assured to eat."

Mu Li first glanced at the basket, confirmed that there was more than one inside, and then put the bread into her mouth.

The slightly charred and crispy icing is first melted away, and then the fluffy bread body-the rich aroma of wheat and the sweetness of cane sugar are completely mixed together, and become soft and tender under the infiltration of saliva. It is effortless to swallow, and there is no sensation of throat piercing.

For Mu Li, who is accustomed to thick bread, this is an unprecedented experience.

The Horn wanted to ask her how it tasted, but seeing her look intoxicated, the answer was self-evident.

"Brother...Is this really something we can eat?"

She asked carefully after swallowing it for a long time.

A stream of heat rushed into Horn's heart.

Perhaps this is what it means for him to stand on the side of Momora.

"Yes, and not only today~IndoMTL.com~ I will be able to eat it every day from now on." The horn stroked his sister's hair and replied slowly, "Brother promise you."

……

With the supply of sufficient food, the emotions of the employees quickly stabilized.

Even the people who were clamoring to rush out of the shanty town have returned to their original positions—as Mrs. Karan said, the rewards promised verbally are far from getting what’s in their hands. The barrels of porridge at the door have also become less attractive because of the appearance of sweet bread.

Not to mention Momora's claim that there will be the same bread supply every day. As long as everyone continues to fight against the factory, this kind of food will not stop. This remark instantly pulled the hearts of all employees together-if less than half of them previously supported the relief society's actions, now the number of supporters has exceeded 90%. Even if there are opponents, they will not publicly boycott Momora. After all, who doesn't like the free food?

By about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the number of passers-by crowded around on the street gradually increased.

Obviously news of the confrontation between Baiguoyuan and the workers has spread. This kind of conflict of hundreds of people will hardly not attract the attention of the outside world. Among the onlookers, Gore also saw several people wearing peaked caps, The newspaper commissioner with a notepad in his hand.