Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

"How could such a stupid thing happen—it has nothing to do with whether you can do a good job!" Phoebe blushed and argued loudly, "Isn't it just to let those people in the town work and then pay them? As long as you can read and know how to settle accounts, you need to understand whether others are in pain or not, as you said? Then who will understand my pain?"

"Calm down, Phoebe, do you want to get an answer or just want to vent your emotions? If you don't care what the problem is and just want to yell, get out." Mia's tone hardened.

Phoebe knew how much Lord Rex valued Mia, and those undead were also respectful and polite to her, and they didn't dare to really provoke the lady in front of them, so they tried their best to control their anger and said, "Okay, ma'am, I swear I just want to get an answer , the answer that will convince everyone. I am like other people who are also literate but can't become clerks. Soak your hands in water to wash clothes, wash potatoes...it's really not fair!"

Mia's face softened, and she thought for a while before saying, "Phoebe, do you care about fairness?"

"Yes!" Phoebe insisted.

Mia said: "But I don't see how much you care about fairness in normal times, Phoebe, even if you don't count today's incident, there are many people who have been humiliated by you. I have heard you laugh at others 'old women' more than once , 'Ugly'."

Phoebe's face turned red again, and she said emotionally, "Is that so? I was jealous, so I was targeted? It's disgusting!"

"You see, you instinctively feel that you will be envied by those you despise. You care too much about your beauty and youth, and even refuse to see the advantages of others." Mia sighed and said, " I hope you can understand one thing, Phoebe, injustice will always exist, just as you are naturally beautiful, it is difficult for others to be as attractive as you. And all those who do not agree with injustice must at least start with themselves and go Deny all injustice."

"If you think that you are younger and more beautiful than others, so you should have received more benefits and preferential treatment than them, and they should have been despised by you; then, when the standard of measuring a person's value is not youth and beauty, but whether When you are more kind and empathetic, if you have a bad personality and are treated unfairly, you should accept it calmly, so how can you have any reason to be angry?"

"If fairness is real and something everyone must pursue, how can it only exist when you need it and disappear when you don't? Is it reasonable?"

Phoebe's anger seemed to be poured down by icy cold water, and the blood on her cheeks quickly faded, turning pale.

Mia's words are sharp, but her attitude is not strict... People are visual animals, and Mia is no exception. If a beautiful woman like Phoebe is pleasing to the eye, Mia is willing to appreciate it if it doesn't touch the principle.

Mia said softly: "I am from Shiga Principality. In my hometown, only aristocratic women are qualified to come out to do things like men. The daughters of ordinary families have no chance of being successful. I heard that the Rhine Kingdom is similar. You have no Have you ever wondered, Phoebe, why do Mr. Rex, Mr. Yang, and Mayor Ji Tang insist on allowing women to enter the town hall?"

Phoebe looked up in shock and looked at Mia.

This question... She really didn't think about it, her whole heart was occupied by the growing gap between her identity and Xibel, whom she once looked down upon.

Mia said: "I'm not as educated as you. I only know some simple characters and can only do simple calculations... In my hometown, the daughter of an ordinary family like me has to work with the loom since I can understand." Partner, we don’t need to know our own names, but at least we must know how to divide the thread, and we must know how much cloth we have woven every month and how much cloth is left to be woven.”

"When Mr. Rex wanted me to be in charge of the logistics department, I honestly didn't think I could do it well at all—whether it was Mr. Pencey or Mr. Tuttle Joe, they all knew how to count and allocate better than I did. supplies, but Mr. Rex still insists on me, do you know why?"

Without waiting for Phoebe to respond, Mia answered on her own: "It's for the sake of fairness, to set a fair example for the people of Westem, and let people here know that those of us from Tarantan... and The undead are all people who pursue fairness and yearn for fairness. We never agree that noble people can be above ordinary people. Similarly, we must not acquiesce in women being discriminated against and unfair. This is how I can become a logistics company. Officials, and the fundamental reason why the ladies here are clerks."

Phoebe was so shocked, she opened her mouth wide in a gaffe, and even forgot to cover it with her hand: "This... this—"

"When everyone is indifferent to injustice, those who pursue fairness must start from themselves, and show an attitude of pursuing fairness and opposing injustice. Only by doing this can others believe in you." Mia's attitude More softly, "I know you are a very thoughtful person, Phoebe, if you think you have suffered injustice, then I hope you can show me your persistence."

Phoebe couldn't remember how she got out of Mia's room.

She is actually a frequent visitor to Mia's room... She also knows why she is a "regular visitor".

She hates old, ugly, stupid women. Living with such people, eating the same food, washing the same clothes and potatoes every day makes her very unhappy. Whenever she can, she will humiliate them and find them. Trouble - why are they always so noisy, whistling at one moment, and crying for no reason at the other.

Phoebe never had a problem with that...she was always the most visible and proudest person in the crowd, and she was used to being superior to everyone else.

When someone said angrily, "You will grow old and ugly one day", she only thought it was the barking of a defeated dog, and never took it to heart.

Mia didn't say that she would get old and ugly too, Mia just told her that injustice is everywhere in the world, that injustice is faced by everyone - it's like a boulder crushing her self-esteem, leaving her Suddenly woke up from the long period of self-deception.

Phoebe trotted up the third floor to the room she used to live in—the luxurious bedroom she owned as the head of the shelter when the "Elegant Dream" club sign was still on.

A few months have passed, and this luxurious bedroom has changed beyond recognition... The extra furniture has been removed, the carpets and curtains are gone, and the usable space is divided by wooden boards, and a simple wooden bed is built and changed into Three collective bedrooms for eight persons.

When Phoebe broke in, some of the people living in the three eight-person bedrooms were sitting on the bed boards doing needlework, some were standing on the semi-outdoor balcony chatting, and some were struggling to read newspapers.

"Here it goes again." A woman who had had many arguments with Phoebe rolled her eyes and stood with her hips akimbo on the edge of the bed, cursing, "How many times will it take you to understand, Miss Phoebe? It's not you We don't want a roommate like you!"

Phoebe ignored her, just stood at the door in a daze.

In this room, she has received many distinguished guests.

The picture of the former owner of "Elegant Dream" Green flirting with her on the balcony seems to have happened yesterday.

Phoebe has missed the days when she was the top card more than once. She thinks that life at that time is the fairest - she can get the most privileged treatment by virtue of her natural beauty, wear the most expensive clothes, and eat the most exquisite food. Food, trample all the women who are not as good as her under their feet.

But...is it really fair?

The exquisite and expensive food that she can only enjoy when she pleases and serves guests is just the ordinary three meals of others.

She traded her own body for the exquisite dresses that the ladies of status would throw away after wearing them once.

She heard the chatter of the guests more than once, which noble family's daughter inherited a certain manor, a certain lady's wealth was so rich that the Earl wanted to propose marriage, which lady married three times is still hot...

Those women that she thought were definitely not as beautiful as her were born with a status and wealth that she was not qualified to look up to in her entire life.

She has received guests who are as despicable as a shoe shiner on the street and as ugly as a pig in her opinion, and she always has to maintain enough humbleness to please people in front of such people... Even if it is just a look of contempt, it is very It is possible to irritate a distinguished guest who can easily crush her to death.

Is this really fair?

Phoebe's face became paler and her body trembled slightly.

Someone noticed something was wrong with her and muttered softly, "What's the matter, who messed with our Miss Phoebe?"

These kind of sour words that Phoebe usually only regards as someone else's jealousy, not only don't mind but also proudly, suddenly plunge into Phoebe's heart like a needle.

What is she—Miss!

Phoebe turned sharply and strode away.

Phoebe's going back and forth surprised Mia. Seeing this young girl who was usually as proud as a peacock with tears all over her face, Mia was even more startled. She quickly pulled Phoebe into the room and closed the door. Closed to block out curious eyes in the hallway outside: "What's going on, Phoebe? Did I just go too far?"

"Mia, can there really be fairness? Can fairness really be pursued?" Phoebe grabbed Mia's arm, crying very uglyly, "Can someone like me... like me... also get fairness ?”

From the day she took over the work of settling the poor people on this street, Mia had seen too many women or men breaking down and crying like this.

The red-light district, full of feasting and feasting, is a gentle town for pleasure-seekers.

But to the crowd that offers "tenderness"...hell.

Mayor Ji Tang said in lectures to the clerks and her... It is something to be proud of that a person's ability can become a quantifiable and cashable commodity. It is not shameful to make money by ability; Quantified and realized commodities are tragedies. When there is a chance to resist, we must resolutely resist and resolutely climb out of the mud pit.

Mia took out her handkerchief to wipe away Phoebe's tears, took the girl's hand, and said softly, "Yes, there must be fairness in this world, but too many people don't want to talk about fairness, and just want to take advantage of it for themselves." That’s why there’s so little fairness and so much unfairness.”

"We've worked hard to change the climate at Westham in order to create a place where everyone can get a minimum guarantee of fairness."