Something's wrong with my undead

Vilitas.

After five days of rescue operations, the masters finally buried the crack.

The nightmarish purple sky disappeared.

Instead, there is bright sunshine and moist sea breeze.

The price they paid was not only thousands of tons of charging stones, but also three islands that were completely lost in the rift.

There are also nearly two thousand "mules" urgently mobilized from "Xiacheng District" such as No. 91 to 100.

Wearing simple protection, they were put into the cracks one after another and threw stones to ask for directions. No one survived.

Most of these people are stowaways, and each of them has a criminal record.

They usually live on the messy last 10 islands, and come to the "urban area" to make a living when the islands are opened in the morning and evening.

When a disaster breaks out, wealthy areas numbered 20 or less have top-level protective measures.

Areas 21 to 90 in the middle also have basic protection. Although it is not as strong as the former, it does exist anyway.

As for "Downtown", there is nothing.

Therefore, every time a similar recruitment order of life or death is issued, it is overcrowded.

However, these deceased did not even leave their names. In the end, they only appeared in the newspaper with a short line:

"More than 2,000 casualties"

...

District 4, McDuck Hotel.

The most expensive conference room was rented for private coordination between the Shadow Temple and the Mercury Royal Family.

But the official mediators have not yet arrived.

In the spacious tea room next to her, Siara put down the newspaper in her hand and frowned slightly.

She looked at the "Mage Naga" in front of her.

“Mr. Naga, I don’t understand why such a big thing didn’t make any waves in Velitas… Can’t those who are protesting and demonstrating see such horrific numbers?

"Two thousand casualties and chaos in Xiacheng District. Shouldn't such a serious accident become an excuse for public attack?"

"You still don't understand the politics of Velitas."

Megumin took a sip of tea and shook her head.

"It is true that the six-person parliament represents different races, different opinions, and different families. They often use public opinion to attack each other, and even if nothing happens, they will target the Speaker who is in charge.

"But the premise of all this is: the problem lies with the 'people'.

"The two thousand people you mentioned all come from the lower city area, which is full of illegal immigrants and refugees. It is a place outside the law. They are not Velitas. No matter how many people die, it doesn't matter."

Siara still couldn't understand: "But wouldn't the people who live there be angry about this? They can also read this newspaper, wouldn't they..."

"That's not true, ma'am."

Megumin said in a regretful tone:

"I understand that if the same thing happens in the North, even if the death toll is less than one zero, it will cause an uproar, and many people will lose their jobs and even their lives.

“But there’s a prerequisite for this, angry people see each other as their own.

“People are angry because they see the possibility of something happening to them.

"However, in the lower city, those people looked at each other with vigilance. They were all competitors, not compatriots.

“The lower city is not Velitas, not the place of dreams, but the trial ground before they arrive in the ideal land.

“So, let alone the two thousand people on the surface, even if the 100,000 people who are conservatively estimated to have died were mentioned in the newspaper, they would not be angry, and they would even be grateful that they were lucky enough to survive.

“Because for them, every competitor who dies is one step closer to becoming a citizen of Vilitas.

"For the same reason, the citizens of Vilitas don't care about the life or death of these people...because they are not compatriots either."

Siara listened in silence.

Although the doubts were cleared, her brows were still furrowed.

"Why is this happening...why don't they leave?"

"Have you never been to Xiacheng District?" Huihui asked.

Siara shook her head.

"We can only operate in the first 20 districts."

"That makes sense."

Megumin nodded: "After all, you are the messenger of the Shadow Temple, and Velitas's security only covers the wealthy areas."

After thinking for a moment, she continued:

"Let's put it this way, there are basically no humans in the lower city. They are all elves, dwarves, Zanluo people, your people, the Nice people, and all kinds of messy mixed-blood descendants.

"They form various groups and gangs based on race and live a 'poor but rich' life that you can't imagine.

“They were indeed not recognized and fled their homeland to come to this lonely island.

"However, every morning and evening, hundreds of whale-class airships filled with expired and expired food dump 'garbage' on the island, and those people act as decomposers to digest it.

"Every street in the lower city is covered with Magic Network broadcasts, and an overwhelming amount of entertainment programs, advertisements and news fill their 24 hours.

“In addition, there are endless fissures and strange beasts around Vilitas, which require adventurers to deal with them.

"When they risk their lives to complete the commission, or take the prey to the real Velitas, they can enjoy the complete supporting services there - medical treatment, training, promotion, and a complete set of hunting-related contribution systems , which is the main channel for them to become legal citizens.

"After listening to this, do you still have any doubts?"

After a moment of silence, Siara sighed.

"Sure enough, I still underestimated Velitas's energy."

"Yes."

Huihui nodded in agreement:

“More than half of the world’s wealth and resources are gathered here. Even if you include the people in Xiacheng District, the per capita resource distribution here is more than ten times that of other countries.

"This kind of prosperity is due to excess resources, so even if you stay in the lower city, you are closer to the 'most advanced civilization'."

Siara suddenly recalled the days at the burial ground and the words spoken by someone.

"It's a shame to waste," she said involuntarily.

Ok?

Huihui was stunned, these aborigines are quite interesting...

This ideological awareness is indeed what Heine likes.

"Mr. Naga."

Siara suddenly raised her head, half-smiling but not smiling: "Are you really just an ordinary mage?"

Megumin also smiled tacitly.

"of course."

Five days ago, after the disaster broke out, just as she thought, the Institute of Truth had no time to take care of little shrimps like Naga.

This was convenient, so she came and offered herself, hoping to become one of Siara's staff.

At that time, she impressed the other party by saying, "It is not advisable to expect a trial, and it is only reasonable to resolve the matter in private."

The reason is also very simple.

Velitas will definitely focus on rebuilding the magic network and restoring trade routes.

Otherwise, over time, void capsule technology will become a street commodity, their core advantages will be lost, and they will face a terrifying pursuit.