[This kind of card is hard to buy. You can only buy it from a black market card maker at night. Mr. Ka, you can make it.]
Caruso's eyes were on Elizabeth. She looked young, perhaps around twenty years old.
The daughter of a well-known arms dealer is actually a dancer
Caruso had seen her on a poster. She was considered one of the actresses of this era, but in the eyes of someone like Caruso, her definition was really just a dancer...
Celebrities and other people of status don't take them seriously.
"Once there was a ship sailing far out to sea. The name of the ship was the Biliotti. The wind was howling and the bow was sinking. Blow, my little overlord, blow! The supply ship the Welleman will be here soon, bringing us sugar, tea, and rum. One day when the food is gone, we will take our luggage and leave!" A moving voice rang out from Elizabeth's mouth. Although she was a girl, she sang a majestic sailor song.
Caruso became interested and whispered, "What will she be like in the future?"
[She? Uh, she's a pirate in the future...]
[Well, the captain of the Black Pearl is one of the four great pirate kings on the sea]
[She is also quite capable and has always wanted to get away from her father's shadow. She has been working as a dancer for many years, and she has always wanted to make money to buy a boat.]
[Although she doesn't want to rely on her father, her route to robbing and selling at sea is all from Boss Luo]
[Pirates are a man’s romance. I was a big fan of her at that time.]
[There is no relevant plot, just mentioned. I guess when the plot reaches Boss Luo, there will be a naval battle plot related to her.]
"Pirates..." Caruso widened his eyes.
The heavily made-up beauty on the stage doesn't look like a pirate at all.
"What pirate? Do you want to go out to sea?" Theresa came close to Caruso.
"No, let's drink." Caruso picked up the glass and clinked it with Theresa.
"To be honest, I'm not interested in this kind of occasion at all." Theresa said, "The tavern we visited before was more chaotic and interesting."
"Look, the people here are all dressed like decent people, and their money is the hard-earned money of the common people."
"What are the civilians fighting for all their lives? Is it to feed these people?"
"I was listening to those politicians' speeches a while ago. Ha, guess what? They said that too cheap prices are not conducive to the struggle of ordinary people."
"Everyone does charity work, but to ask them to pay their own people a higher salary is like cutting their own flesh."
"It's hard to say." Caruso sighed: "From the perspective of the ruler, it is best to make sure that the civilians never have enough money to spend, so that they don't have the energy to think about other things."
"As long as the cost of living of a worker is well controlled so that the money he earns is just not enough to spend, from the perspective of the ruler, this is a very clever method."
"As long as they have enough food to eat, ordinary people will not think about rebellion or revolution."
"They will only do extreme things when it completely affects their survival."
"Perhaps, I don't look like a real ruler at all." Theresa laughed.
"You told me before that you long for a world where everyone is equal, where there are no classes or hierarchy. Are you serious?" Caruso's eyes were on Therese.
"Oh my god!" Theresa exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You are not serious, are you? This is impossible. The difference in strength and lifespan alone cannot eliminate the so-called class. Why should an elf who has accumulated wealth for hundreds of years share his property with a twenty-year-old? Why should an eighth-level card maker have the same income as a third-level card maker?"
"I know, but we can do it step by step, right? Let's first weaken the privileges of the nobility little by little." Caruso's eyes were bright.
"You want to completely eliminate the privileges of the nobility?" Theresa frowned slightly.
"Privileges will still exist, and they will always exist." Caruso let out a long sigh and said softly, "But it doesn't have to be so obvious."
"Isn't this just deceiving yourself?" Theresa asked doubtfully.
“No one can completely solve this problem in one step,” Caruso said. “But it is possible to make ordinary people less exploited, right? And by making privilege less obvious, it can reduce the occurrence of many tragedies.”
| "Hmm, that's interesting. You mean, we should keep working towards that goal. No matter whether we can achieve it or not, at least we can have a clear conscience." Theresa's eyes lit up: "This way, we won't live in vain."
"Yes." Caruso nodded. "My friend has always said that he longs for that world, a world where the people are the masters of their own affairs. But how can ordinary people be the masters of their own affairs? The gap in education and morality alone makes many civilians only consider their own interests. They agree to things that suit them and oppose things that do not benefit them. They do not consider what ordinary people in other professions will think of. It is unrealistic to govern the country in this way. If you help some people, some people will definitely be hurt."
"So, all we can do is keep moving in a positive direction."
"They told me a lot of theories about governing a country, and I found that as long as we keep working towards this goal and make small reforms, we will never go wrong."
"The Kingdom of Perrus is rotten to the core. They are too arrogant and still focus on developing card makers. Some of their troops are still using ordinary war horses and lances to fight, thinking that high-end professionals can solve all wars."
"And what about us? We have already started to reform towards industrialization."
"You are going against all the nobles by doing this. Have you really thought it through?" Theresa smiled. "No matter how much benefit you infringe, you are still infringing."
"This is my idea. I don't know whether I can do it or what I can do." Caruso said, "But I know that if you can become the emperor, you must be a good queen. If we join forces, we may be able to turn the world upside down."
"Okay, if there comes a day when our ideas are the same, I am willing to form an alliance with you." Theresa picked up the wine glass and said to Carlosso, "Cheers to the Pioneers!"
"Cheers to the Pioneers!" Caruso picked up the wine glass and clinked it with hers. The clear sound echoed throughout the dance hall.
Chapter 117: The Brain of Danmu
[Fuck, is Kaspersky really going to play with the hammer and sickle? ]
[Because we want to see that world, woooooo… tears welled up in my eyes! ]
$[No, Mr. Ka, please don't mess around. This thing is not suitable for your world]
[To be honest, it is true]
[Look carefully at what Mr. Ka said. He is working towards that direction, taking that as the ultimate goal, and getting better little by little.]
[Yes, the situation is different from our world. You can’t copy. Anyone who copies will die.]
[The gap between the common people and the upper class in this world is too big, and those high-end combat forces can't solve it at all]
[Well, if there is a leader among the civilians, the eighth-level warriors will assassinate him if they want.]
Before, Bai asked Caruso what his dream was, but Caruso didn’t know and didn’t have a dream of his own.
Later I thought about it, and it seemed that I could feel a little bit of happiness if I could do something within my ability to help those who were speaking on the barrage.
Some people are happy when they are helped, some people are happy when they help others. Everyone's joys and sorrows are different.
At this time, Elizabeth had already started dancing, and Carlosso was a little tipsy.
As long as she finishes dancing, she will leave here.
This is the royal capital, the ballroom is owned by the royal family, and no one would cause trouble during such a grand event, that would be purely uncomfortable.
"Teacher, Theresa, you go back first. Nimer and I will be back in a while. The stall hasn't been closed yet." Caruso said to Alita and Theresa.
"Okay." Alita yawned. "I'm so sleepy after a day of hard work. Remember to report to my office tomorrow morning."
Alita doesn't want to wait for the people from the Alchemy Alliance to come to her door and not know anything about them.
Moreover, she was also very greedy for the miscellaneous cards that Caruso mentioned and wanted to know about them first.
She was a person who loved to hang out in this kind of dance hall, but the place they came to today was too high-end, and her mind was completely focused on the odd cards and blanks, so she couldn't have fun.
"Got it." Caruso nodded.
"Then I'll go back first." Theresa waved to Caruso and left.
Caruso paid the bill and took Nimer back to his stall.
At this time, Krumin was sitting behind the stall, yawning out of boredom.
She was a little surprised to see Caruso and Nimer coming back. She thought the young master had forgotten about the stall.
"Thank you for your hard work." Caruso sat in his seat.
"It's not hard, but can you still make cards like this?" Krumin looked weird.
Upon hearing this, Caruso instinctively reached out and touched Krumin's ear.
"Master, you..." Krumin whispered, "I really have a skin disease."
"It's okay." Caruso said he seemed to have Messiah syndrome. The two men looked exactly the same and he couldn't confirm it without touching their ears.
Krumin won't hide, Messiah will hide, he knows that.
Krumin's head shrank. What kind of fetish does this young master have? Why does he like to touch people's ears? It can't be that he really likes such a small hole...
No, we have to find another reason or make a case next time. We can’t go on like this.
When the day comes that he can't bear it anymore, it will be too late!
"Brother, aren't we going to close the stall?" Nimer asked curiously.
"Very quickly." Caruso said, "I want to make two more."
"Okay." Nimer drank a cocktail inside and didn't even feel tipsy.
It was a common thing for Caruso to ask her to help out for a night, so she was not surprised at all.
As long as Caruso is in the mood, anything is possible.
[By the way, Mr. Ka, what happened when you were playing the dual-class mark?]
[Yeah, I feel like you’re in pain]
[Yes, tell me how you feel]
[Also, how do your dual-professional marks coexist? ]
Caruso moved away from Nimer and Krumin and whispered, "I just entered my own spiritual space. I touched the red ball and it became smaller. It's quite strange."
[Is there any divine intervention? ]
[Yes, the gods here seem to be able to interfere with memory. You can't remember what the gods say, and you will forget it quickly after meeting them, unless we tell them again.]
[Well, I didn’t even remember the Messiah]
Caruso was stunned for a moment.
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