The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 97: The recurrence of disaster

This is what the stall owner thought in his mind.

But he didn't say that, he just said respectfully: "So I infer that you must have come to see me for something."

"Then what do you think we are doing here?"

Annan asked with interest: "Also, what is your name?"

"My name is Emile. Emile Hart, known as 'Daddy Hart' in the Zipper Gang. In addition to being in charge of the gambling stalls, I am also responsible for educating and taking care of newcomers."

The stall owner "Daddy Hart" did not shy away and made his information clear.

Because this is not a secret in the first place. If you want to know, you can find out for less than half a silver coin. It would be better for him to tell it himself and still show his sincerity.

But what he didn't expect was that after hearing this, the little Bai Mao turned his questioning eyes to another person - which made his heart tense.

Is this to cause trouble for you?

The man dressed as the Jade Tower Wizard suddenly raised his head. He looked at himself, was silent for a while, and asked: "Do you know Harry, Bill, or Nona? Their surname is Hart... they must have lived more than a hundred years ago."

"...To be honest, I don't remember."

Emile Hart thought seriously for a while, then shook his head regretfully: "I do know Bill Hart, but I think this is not the person you are looking for. Because he is my uncle, Not a few years older than me."

"Is this gambling stall a business inherited from your family?"

"How can this thing be passed down from family? This land has not changed for hundreds of years, and the pirates squatting on it have come and gone, changing every few years or more. My grandfather's generation was still a farmer. What?

"But this property used to be my ancestral home, and I turned it into a gambling stall... After all, according to the rules here, we are not allowed to break into the house to cause trouble for others. If I stay in there all day long without coming out, I will It's a little safer.

"After all, my ex was stabbed in the back with a knife when he went out."

Emil, the stall owner, said with some nostalgia: "If I had money to go to school, I wouldn't have come to see this stall. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I was pretty good at sculpture back then... at least I could pass it. Admission exams for Denisaw Seminary.

"If I had money to go to school, I would probably be an architect in East Denisoa now."

After hearing the words "I don't have money to go to school," Isaac was silent for a moment.

Many complex expressions flashed across his eyes for a moment.

After a while, Isaac finally asked softly: "Did you pass the entrance exam that year?"

"I passed and got a B+."

Emil smiled: "It's not bad, right? But it's a pity... I didn't get an A rating, so I couldn't get the scholarship."

There was a look of nostalgia on his face: "It's a pity, it's really just a little bit worse. It's just a little bit, but at least it's not an A-rating... In that case, I might go crazy."

Denisoya Theological Seminary only needs a [B-] rating. But if you can get a grade of [A] or above, you can get a scholarship. If you are an A-level student, you can get free tuition; if you are an A+ student, you can get double the tuition fee.

In those days, Isaac had the highest A+ rating.

"If there was a chance to embark on a serious road, who would do this job? It offends people so much and can't make much money... Even if you are a thug, you can quit after making enough money, but I just No chance.

"If I leave the Zipper Gang, I will probably be caught before I can leave the city. Even if I am still in the Federation, I may be thrown into the sea one day."

Although Emil was a little nostalgic, he had no regrets: "Our boss has a saying that I think is particularly reasonable: 'It doesn't matter if they hate you. As long as they are afraid of you, it's useless.'

"I'm past the age where I want others to like me. If possible, I also want them to be afraid of me."

It was an almost calm demeanor - the look of someone who had seen through everything and concluded that he had no chance, and lived a life of digging in the fields with an expressionless face.

Neither expectation nor recollection.

Issac fell into silence.

On the side, Annan held the scepter and said nothing.

When Isaac asked questions, Annan had actually figured out that Isaac's stepfather was named Hart. If nothing else, this stall owner is really the bloodline passed down from Isaac’s younger brothers and sisters.

But it is different from those nobles and those big families.

He didn't even know who his ancestors were or what they had experienced.

We are all ordinary people.

The only stories that can be passed down are those passed down by word of mouth. Their names can't even be counted for five generations.

Although Isaac has no feelings for his brothers and sisters at all... rather, it would be better if they died.

But one hundred and fifty-six years later, their children have fallen into the same predicament as they did back then - they obviously have the talent to change their destiny, but they have no choice but to drop out of school because they have no money to pay the high tuition fees.

And in Denisawia.

If you don’t have a job that’s generous enough... you’ll either have to hang around day after day, or you’ll have to put your head in your belt to make money.

No matter which one it is, it means that there is no hope for this life.

Issac just felt like his head was muddy.

He couldn't even remember when he and Annan left there. I can’t remember what Annan and that person talked about afterwards...

He just felt that his head was very messy and very confusing. The thinking center of the doll's body seemed to be overheated due to intense thinking.

When he came to his senses, they had already appeared in a private room of a tavern.

Although Annan is obviously underage... there are not so many rules in Denisaw.

Although there are not many Silver Lord Churches here, the Denisoans also believe that they are not as greedy for money as the Noahs - although most of them have never seen a Noah in their lives, they still It is believed that the people of Noah were the most greedy for money.

"The money is much easier to use here than in Noah. Not only can it let me in, but it can even invite the guests who are already in the private room out."

Annan held the wine glass in both hands, placed it under the light and admired it, and said leisurely: "The people here are not like Noah, who believe that 'money can exchange for everything'. They don't understand the concept of 'transaction'" They don't think the 'contract' is of any use, they just think 'I need to get more money, no matter what the cost'.

"Looking around, everyone on this street needs money and is eager for money to try to change their destiny... Even if they have money, it is extremely difficult.

"Although people here don't believe in Sir Silver...but people without money can hardly move here."

Looking at Isaac who became a little silent, the corners of Annan's mouth raised slightly.

He put down his half-drunk glass of rum with lemon, ice cubes and mint leaves.

"Do you feel that after more than a hundred years, people seem to have made little progress?"

"...I just feel like the disaster is happening again."

Issac sighed deeply: "It seems that no one has done anything wrong, but everything seems wrong. Everyone only lives for themselves. How did the world become like this?

"Are the efforts of Hugo and Salvatore really valuable and meaningful? Are these people really worth saving?

"If you need rescue, where should you start..."

His voice became smaller and smaller.

This former tower master who invented the "ritual modular technology" realized so clearly for the first time that the world was indeed getting better, but the world didn't seem to have changed much.

The whole city becomes neat and bright.

People's food, clothing, housing and transportation have improved several times.

The handmade textile mills and blacksmith shops of the past have now become factories sprayed with black smoke; meat and wine that were once difficult for even small nobles to eat regularly can now be eaten almost every day; The bright whale oil has also turned into a more stable and bright green fire...

But on the other hand, the relationship between people has not changed.

Poor people will remain poor for the rest of their lives. ~IndoMTL.com~ Nobles are born nobility.

It is theoretically possible to change one's destiny, but it is only a possibility. Even if you have that qualification, you will pass it by for various reasons...

"Hugo said that the dispute was because people were fighting for limited supplies. But I feel... this doesn't seem like it."

Isaac looks to Annan for answers.

He also knew that there was probably something wrong with his head when he sought such an answer from a boy who was only fifteen years old.

But even it is comfort. Just come and talk to yourself.

He just felt that his head was so messed up...

Seeing the renovated city, the pirate capital that has become prosperous and "civilized", and seeing the person with the same surname as that man, who is similar but different from his past self...but it makes me even more... The path of depravity.

——At that moment, Isaac even felt that all his efforts... were meaningless.