Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Brother Lowell stared blankly at Anthony for a while, then turned his head suddenly, looking at the way the two came from.

At the end of the road, the roof of the country house can still be seen.

Rowell turned his face back again, looking at the busy farmers in the fields.

The two men bent over and pulled the plow in front of them, their upper bodies almost parallel to the ground, stepping on the mud clods profusely with sweat.

The two supported the plow body at the back, their arms and upper body leaned forward as hard as they could, and they were almost parallel to the ground. Their legs kicked hard on the ground, pushing the heavy plow body forward.

Shiga Principality's animal husbandry is not developed, lack of livestock, most of the farm work needs to be done by manpower.

In order to ensure that there is enough labor force in the family to carry out heavy physical work, Shiga farmers often do not separate their families, and it is normal for two or three generations to live together.

The four men closest to Rowell sitting on the side of the road can judge their relationship with each other from their appearance... The two men pulling the plow are relatively young, they should be less than 30 years old, and they are probably the eldest son of this family And the second son, or the son-in-law; the people who push the plow are one old and one young, one has a face full of ditches, and the other has an immature face, it should be the father and the youngest son.

Most of the farmers farther away work together in groups of three to five.

The young and strong men of the whole family go to battle together, and what they want is to plow the land, sow the seeds, and take care of it until the summer and autumn seasons, so that the whole family can survive by harvesting.

This time, without Anthony reminding him, Rowell can also realize...Compared to the decent people who live in that kind of villa-like big house, these shirtless, barefoot people who water the land with sweat are actually the ones who need the "tower" most. Rantan mode" people.

Compared to convincing the owner of the big house to risk offending the principality's aristocratic group to let his nephew follow him, these people who can only guarantee that they will not starve to death with the last drop of sweat are more willing to gamble everything for the chance to change their lives .

Brother Lowell stood up on his knees, and the spring breeze across the countryside made his robes rattle.

He looked at the farmers who were working hard, and saw Collins and Mia through the tanned and blackened faces.

I saw the clerks and security officers in the Westham Town Hall who have all kinds of backgrounds and "convictions".

I saw the workers in the factory in the Westham factory area who were raptly staring at the assembly line and producing with an almost devout attitude.

I saw those sitting on small benches, half-turning their faces, listening carefully to the clerk explaining how to write the most common names, Sam, Jim, Jimmy, Mary, Jenny, etc., when the town held adult night classes every week, How to keep chickens and ducks hygienic and clean when raising chickens and ducks at home, how to prevent chickens and ducks from getting sick, how to use idle open space to grow shallots and garlic... etc. townspeople and villagers with knowledge.

He saw people who hoped to take the town hall exam and were eager to be hired by the town hall, all the people he could probably name.

"……I see."

Rowell murmured in a low voice.

Yeah...how could he ignore these?

Yang made a fuss about the aristocratic blood flowing from Charlie Rex, and laughed at China's Darcy, who was willing to change his family and join him, and supported Miss China's cousin Colson O'Neill to be named Earl and Lord of Adler , bringing little Prince Andre back to Innadrie and handing it over to Ji Tang to take care of... It doesn't mean how much Yang depends on the nobles and how much he attaches importance to cooperating with the upper elite.

What Yang really regards as the humerus is actually... those people who are completely inconspicuous, but are well protected by Yang and work for him.

Colson O'Neill was neglected by the Rhine royal family in the royal capital for several months while he was waiting to be appointed. It seemed that Yang, who personally accompanied him to the royal capital and valued him very much, was unmoved.

When Ms. Shirley was kidnapped, Yang Dawei was furious and rushed to rescue her.

If there is a choice between Earl Colson O'Neill and Ms. Shirley, who will Yang choose... there is no doubt.

Rowell has no political sensitivity, and he rejects this kind of infighting art from the bottom of his heart.

But this does not prevent Rowell from realizing what Yang's choice means after seeing through the fog.

What Yang has shown, the "respect" for the nobles and the royal family, and the "observance" for the traditional power game are all just perfunctory coping!

In his "ideal world", there is actually no place for these people!

Fighting for the succession of Viscount for Miss China Darcy and for the title of knighthood for Colson O'Neill is just to disguise the illusion that "he will abide by the traditional power game rules".

Just like Charlie Rex, whom he really valued, Yang didn't care whether Rex had a title at all!

Rowell could feel a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, slowly spreading to his limbs.

Yang, who already looks crazy, is actually trying to make a less crazy appearance...

What he did was not just to force the upper elite to give up some of the benefits and share it with others, but—he didn't intend to keep the upper elite at all.

Who are the people under him who really have real power, except for the undead?

The illegitimate son abandoned by the noble father, the wanted ex-thief, the tortured ex-prostitute male prostitute, the non-commissioned officer and soldier who was abandoned after being defeated and captured, the low-level citizens who followed the original life trajectory and never had a bright future, and the common people of small towns , slum dwellers, farmers and women...

Rowell felt his body trembling slightly, and a strong sense of rejection filled his body and mind.

Based on his life experience in the first 300 years, he is extremely disgusted and repulsed by Yang's real crazy face hidden under the disguise of "barely not that crazy".

Yang is fighting against the stable situation that all orthodox sects are trying to maintain and has been proven to be feasible-all orthodox sects need a large number of believers, and they all need a sufficient and stable source of tithe; the turmoil in the diocese is absolutely What is not conducive to the development of the church is what the Orthodox sect tries to avoid.

But during the two years of being with Yang and the undead, everything Rowell has seen with his own eyes clearly told him: Yang's choice was not wrong.

He has lived in Westham for two years, and he has seen with his own eyes how this small town, which was originally supported by the red light district, has changed from deserted and empty to bustling and lively; how the townspeople buy from the cheapest , Five copper coins and one meter of undead cloth have to be crowded out of the household, so that you can afford a sweet breakfast bag with seven copper coins per catty.

In the past, the villagers of Westham went to the town to do odd jobs during the slack season. As long as they could scrape together enough copper coins, they immediately went to buy salt and cloth. The villagers, after finishing their odd jobs, are willing to buy a beautiful scarf for their wife and daughter, and then bring a beautiful hairpin.

When he walked out of town, he could see that the villagers of Westham no longer had to wear their clothes and do farm work barebacked like Shiga farmers. They would not only wear their clothes well, but also put a thick towel on their shoulders.

Occasionally, he went to the city for business, or when he went to the city, Kane Town, and Newing Town, no matter whether it was in the city or the town, he could not see beggars and tramps that should be everywhere. … These people are now well-organized by the Environmental Sanitation Bureau of the Department of Civil Affairs. They are either responsible for cleaning the streets, or responsible for recycling and transporting and burning garbage; they earn clean wages and live a decent life.

Yang's undead, and those people he reused, managed Innadris very well, so good that Rowell envied him and yearned for his own hometown to do the same.

Rowell himself thinks like this, of course he can completely understand... What kind of mood do those who follow Yang have, and they are doing things for Yang.

"—So that's how it is." Rowell sighed again.

People, of course, will choose a better life, but the vast majority of people do not have the opportunity to make choices.

Like where he stands now, the owner of the land, the owner of the country house at the end of the road, can choose freely; option.

Yang gave the only right of choice to these people who had no choice. It is beyond doubt how these people will choose.

Rowell silently turned his head to look at Anthony who pretended to be standing beside him honestly.

This Kenyan has a shrewd mind that doesn't match his appearance; no, maybe a little too shrewd...

Yang did not criticize the internal affairs of the Principality of Shijia, so naturally Rowell would not say anything about Yang's own affairs.

"You're right, my thinking was wrong." Rowell nodded slightly to Anthony to express his gratitude, bent over and lifted the hem of the black robe and pinned it to his belt, "I can't wait to go back as soon as possible, if you can't keep up Come on, then you can buy a ground lizard horse in the town ahead."

Anthony: "Huh?"

Before Anthony could react, Brother Lowell had already jumped far away...

As an ascetic monk and a high-level priest, although he couldn't fly as easily as a high-level spellcaster who can directly or indirectly use the wind element, the ground speed must be very fast— —When he chased down the player, although he didn't catch up, he wasn't thrown off by the player either.

When Anthony cursed excitedly, Brother Lowell's figure had shrunk to only a small black dot.

There was no choice but to run to the nearby town... He looked much stronger than Rowell, but he really didn't have the outrageous physical endurance of the ascetic monk. If he really ran back to the Rowell family's territory with his legs, His legs must be scrapped.

Rowell, who was running westward at a speed not inferior to the players, gradually became firmer.

Yes, Yang's path is too crazy, and it conflicts with the Orthodox philosophy that requires the diocese to maintain long-term stability.

But Rowell still didn't intend to give up.

He has already seen the changes in Inadoli, and he still looks forward to seeing the grand scene of Inadali in his hometown—even if he can't do as well as Yang did, and can only imitate [-] to [-]%, he can't. Can be much better than Shiga today.

"I'm not Yang, I don't have to be exactly the same as him, Shiga Principality is not Rhine either."

"I can try to find a path with the same purpose as Yang, but with a different process."

Facing the wind and running towards the place where the sun sets, Rowell looked firmly into the distance.

"Yang's approach is indeed too crazy, but his actions do have merit. Without external interference, people who already have too much will not be willing to give up the part of the benefits that exceed their own needs and distribute them to others. They would even I am willing to use this part of the surplus to strive for more benefits for myself."

"The rural nobles are willing to use a dozen gold coins as a 'farewell gift' to please a church priest like me, but they may not be willing to lend a few silver coins to farmers for nothing."

"A little bit of pressure is necessary, but it can't be as brutal as Yang."

"It should be more relaxed than Yang..."

"It's too radical to completely deny the value of the upper class of the Rhine like Yang did, but the development of Inadoli has indeed proved that it is unnecessary for the upper class of the Rhine to have too many privileges. It should be more important to appropriately reduce the treatment and power of the upper nobles. appropriate……"

Rowell, who was running against the wind all the way, silently thought about what degree of reform measures he should adopt after rushing back to his home territory, and how to implement his ideas in a moderate manner and avoid violent conflicts as much as possible.

Rowell, who was concentrating on thinking about the road ahead, didn't realize at all that there was something wrong with the reference object he used as a reference standard...

A few hours later, the ascetic monk, whose stamina was no worse than that of the player, ran back to his home territory.

Enwei, the lich who was helping to look after the house, came out of the Lowell family's mansion, and saw a... a miserable friar covered in dust and with several shades of gray in his hair.

"Duke Shiga is going to send troops to conquer you, or is the Holy Land of Prosperity planning to turn against you?" Enwei asked with a frown.

If such an urgent and serious matter hadn't happened, Enwei really couldn't understand that Rowell would come back in such a hurry.

"No." Rowell shook his head and said succinctly, "I'll come back to get the teleportation array for summoning the undead, and then I'll go to the front line to solve Joyce Andre's troubles and bring them back. "

Envi was taken aback.

The Prosperity Church transferred away the apologist cavalry regiment that Rowell had brought for many years, and made it clear that he did not support Rowell's messing around in the Prosperity Diocese. Rowell himself knew this very well, and he couldn't make up his mind to turn against the Prosperity Holy Land. Only then endured the annoyance and watched Joyce Andre's group of apologists leave depressingly.

What happened to Rowell on this trip?Why did you suddenly think about it?