Momola watched the amplified notes in her hand turn into smoke and dissipate, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.
"How about your first experience of using magic?" Li joked from the side.
"It's like a dream..." she murmured.
She hadn't fully reacted when she shouted just now, and even for fear of having no effect, she almost exerted all her strength and shouted at the top of her lungs.
Only when his own echo came from around the shack did Momola realize that he had accomplished something that only a mage could 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 are weeds at the bottom, half-human, half-animal deformities, inferior to others wherever they go.
To say that she didn't envy spellcasters would be an absolute lie.
If you have enough power, why should you fear the oppression of the overseer
It's a pity that the birth gap is insurmountable. She can't naturally master spells like the Dragonborn, and the Mage Tower will not accept a half-beast apprentice with no talent.
Just now, Momola followed Li's instructions and imagined injecting invisible magic power into the amplified notes. She felt an indescribable sense of relief - as if the body wrapped in mud was melting in the lake, and it seemed that It's like blood vessels that have been blocked for a long time are flowing again. The pleasure brought by this experience seems to penetrate deeply into the soul, and once you taste it once, you will never forget it.
"Have you never noticed the flow of Qi?" Li asked curiously.
The biggest difference between demons and humans is that demons have natural magic, thus skipping the stages of awakening and introducing Qi into the body, and step into the level of eighth-grade alchemist.
A dragon demon like Chi is almost born with a sixth-grade question level.
There is no doubt that the half-beast is a Qi sensor. Li had already confirmed this when they first met. Momora could "smell" the smell of magic.
It's just that she never seemed to take the initiative to use this ability.
"The flow of Qi?" Momola looked confused, "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 anger. In places other than Shenzhou, the Privy Council will also publicize the matter of awakening and Qi. Even if the people do not want to hand over their children to the major families responsible for training alchemists, they can individually recruit wandering monks to give their children to their children. Provide simple alchemy instruction.
There is also a monopoly of knowledge here.
And the situation is probably more serious than that of the six eastern countries.
At least in Qi State, neither the imperial court nor the Privy Council restricted the education of the lower classes.
Studying is the only way to get promoted. This concept can be said to have affected all aspects of the world.
"As for the topic of Qi, I can't finish it for days and nights. After this matter is over, it won't be too late for me to teach you slowly." Li rubbed her ears soothingly, "First fill it up." Belly."
…
Horns brought the bread basket to a shack.
Opening the curtain, he saw Mu Li sitting on the floor, focusing on playing with the hair piled up in front of her.
"Brother!" Seeing him coming back, my sister suddenly smiled happily, "Look-" She raised a piece of silk cloth in her hand.
The cloth looked very shiny and soft, in sharp contrast to the coarse cloth on her body.
"Did you weave this from your hair?" Horn couldn't help but laugh.
"While you were away, I was wondering if I could use them. It would be a pity if they were just used as fuel." Mu Li nodded, "Later I found that after boiling them in water, they became soft and tough, not as strong as How much difference does the rope make?"
"It's amazing. It turns out that my sister's hair can also have this function." Huajiao sat down opposite her, "But are these handkerchiefs you knitted?"
"It's a bandage!" Mu Li pouted, "If you fight with the factory, someone will inevitably get injured. It's better to use a bandage than a rag. Now that my brother is fighting in the front, I want to help!"
Horn couldn't help but take a deep breath.
If he didn't do this, he felt that there might be a flaw in the image he maintained.
"So that's it. You have helped us a lot. I thank you on behalf of everyone."
"Really?"
"It's absolutely true." Huajiao said seriously.
"Haha, that's good." Mu Li smiled happily, "By the way, you might as well let me fight with you. You said that I'm not suitable to work in the factory, so it's okay to fight against the factory, right? I promise not to It will hold you back!”
"That won't work!" Horns decisively refused, "You are a girl, so you should stay behind. Fighting is something that only men should do."
"Eh? But Momola is obviously a girl!"
"Uh-" He was stuck for a moment, and after opening his mouth for a long time, he simply changed the topic, "Anyway, if it doesn't work, it won't work. Don't mention that for now, let's eat."
After saying this, he opened the covering cloth on the basket and put a sweet bread into his sister's hands.
The latter swallowed his saliva immediately.
"This is… "
"Some kind-hearted person gave it to me for free, so feel free to eat it."
Mu Li first looked at the basket to make sure there was more than one bread in it, and then put the bread into her mouth.
The slightly toasted and crispy icing melts first, followed by the fluffy bread body - the rich aroma of wheat and the intoxicating sweetness of sucrose are completely mixed together, and become soft and tender under the infiltration of saliva. It’s effortless and doesn’t feel like it’s tingling your throat at all.
For Muli, who is used to thick bread, this is an unprecedented experience.
Horn originally wanted to ask her how it tasted, but seeing the intoxicated look on her face, the answer was self-evident.
"Brother...is this really something we can eat?"
She asked cautiously after swallowing for a long time.
A wave of heat rushed into Horn's heart.
Maybe that's what it means for him to side with Momora.
"Yes, and not only today, I will be able to eat it every day in the future." Huajiao stroked his sister's hair and replied slowly, "Brother, I promise you."
…
With the supply of sufficient food, the mood of the employees quickly stabilized.
Even those who clamored to rush out of the shanty towns sat back down - as Mrs. Karan said, the rewards verbally promised are far less tangible than what is in hand, and a gift placed at the door Buckets of wheat porridge have also lost their former appeal due to the emergence of sweet bread.
Not to mention Momola's claim that the same bread will be supplied every day, and as long as everyone continues to fight against the factory, such food will not stop. These words instantly brought the hearts of all the employees together - if only less than half of the people supported the Relief Society's actions before, the number of supporters now exceeds 90%. Even if there are opponents, they will not openly boycott Momola. After all, who doesn’t like free food
By around two o'clock in the afternoon, more and more passers-by were gathering around on the street.
Obviously, news of the confrontation between Pagoda and the workers has spread. It is difficult for this kind of clash between hundreds of people not to attract the attention of the outside world. Among the onlookers, Gao Er also saw several people wearing peaked caps and holding hands with Newspaper specialist with notepad.