In the late winter night in Corta, the cold air that came out of the bones made people unable to live without the oil heater that was heated by me or heated by me. In addition, recently, there have always been some rumors about the case of missing persons circulating in the city. Some terrifying remarks.

In order to ensure safety, most restaurants are not involved in some special events, so they only open until about 9 o'clock and close their doors, and there are not many stores that really stay open until late at night.

Relying on the rough drawings of the robbers and some restrictions drawn by Donald's reconnaissance eye, the police station in Corta City dispatched a large number of plainclothes police officers to investigate, and it didn't take long for the results to be obtained.

"Because my son owes a lot of gambling debts, in order to help him repay his debts, the restaurant's business hours will remain open until about 11 pm in the past month, and people who work overtime will come to me to eat..."

The owner of Lawrence Restaurant is an old man with gray hair and a thin body. At this time, he is holding several portraits in his hand, but his eyes are a little shrinking to look at the few people in front of him.

"I know this person. He came to me to buy food several times...about a week ago. He only comes here, and he buys several copies each time. Speaking of which, he does have a strange smell on his body, but most of the guests who come to my place are workers from the surrounding factories, and they actually smell, so I don't care."

All of them were on the second floor of the restaurant, and the first floor was watched by Lawrence's wife. The police in Corta had all withdrawn to avoid attracting the attention of robbers who might be nearby.

"If he appeared in front of you now, would you recognize him?"

Captain Luther asked.

"Of course, because he is a very special guest, I am very impressed with him... Mr. Sheriff, I will assist you in handling the case. I wonder if I can get some bonus money?"

Lawrence thought that these people were the same police officers as the ones who came to the door just now, and wanted to get paid by reporting criminals.

For these petty citizens, they don't care who they report, or what he does, as long as they can benefit, everything is easy to say.

"If we can catch the prisoner, we will give you 1 gold pound, which is the prepaid part."

Donald threw a shilling into Lawrence's hands, and he wouldn't mind paying the price if Lawrence could help them with money.

It's just that it's only near noon now, and there are still nearly 12 hours until the middle of the night. Since there are no other clues, in order not to scare the snakes, it is impossible for them to conduct a city-wide search while waiting for the rabbits, so all they can do now is just wait.

After noon, it was getting dark.

In order to capture the target as quickly as possible when the target arrives, the group waited on the second floor of the restaurant.

Donald stood at the window, his eyes unconsciously turning back and forth with the sparse pedestrians on the street outside. This angle reminded him of his actions in the hotel two days ago. After the daily routine of meditation, in order to pass the time, he often Move a chair and sit by the window.

It wasn't to say how much Donald liked this behavior, but to guess the current state of mind by observing the expressions on the faces of pedestrians passing by outside the window, which could help him pass the time.

Of course, the long-term observation also made Donald inevitably have some doubts about the current state of the citizens of Corta.

Depressed and depressed moods are generally seen on the faces of the pedestrians he has seen, while the city is seen by people in other areas as a city that is booming in terms of economy and living standards... This situation is obviously is unreasonable.

Turning around, leaning against the window frame, the cold wind blowing from the gap in the window blew past his ears, and his eyes fell on Captain Luther in the house. At this time, he was flipping through the books from the previous craftsman. There are large sections of handwritten text in the book, which should be the notes made by the craftsman while reading the book.

From noon to now, he has only done this, but the expression on his face has changed from the disgust and disgust when he first opened these books to solemn and thoughtful.

He might know why the people of Corta are so depressed, Donald thought.

But as a foreigner, he has no position to ask about this matter. As Jacqueline said before, it is a matter of craftsmanship and blacksmithing sects, and outsiders can't control it.

"Donald, look over there!"

Stephanie, who was also bored by Donald's side, seemed to have seen something and said while pulling on Donald's sleeve.

"What's wrong?"

Taking back his gaze, he turned to the direction Stephanie pointed. At the interface over there, there was a truck coming here...not the kind of truck with a container connected to the front of the truck. It was a flat cart pulled by a car, with a lot of rope fastened to something familiar to Donald.

Sculpture of a mermaid holding a water bottle...

"Mermaid Pool?"

This was the only thing that made Donald feel good when he came to the city, but now it is a pile of rubble, no longer elegant and refined.

Jacqueline, who was wiping the long sword in her hand, heard the name of the mermaid pool, and immediately got up and came over. When she noticed the broken mermaid statue, she frowned even more, always showing a gentle and humble image. The female knight commander who showed her looked back at Luther in disbelief, and for the first time there was a restless and pressing aura on her body.

"Captain Luther! What are you trying to do? That fountain is one of the symbols of Corta's city of art! You actually demolished it?"

Although she believes in the **** of morning light, Jacqueline actually spent a considerable period of her childhood in Corta. The mermaid statue, as a landmark building in Corta Central Park, is also her childhood memory. One of the bright spots in the book, and because of this, when she said at the train station that she wanted to find a place to meet, she would subconsciously say this place.

"What if it's dismantled? Practicality is what really matters. Art is nothing but pompous and superficial things. The craft and blacksmithing sects are now pursuing things that are truly beneficial to the people. Corta needs It's a booming industry, not something that looks beautiful but is actually worthless, not only this statue, but even Central Park will be flattened and converted to Floyd in the next period of time. Consortium's steelworks."

As Captain Luther before today, he was absolutely righteous when he said this, and he didn't give in at all, but after reading the thoughts in the book, he was a little shaken by some of the ideas in his heart, and the momentum when he spoke. Much weaker out of thin air.

Does he make sense?

In Donald's view, Luther's remarks are undoubtedly absurd. He used to scoff at this idea when he came from an era when all kinds of culture were blooming, but it is undeniable that this idea is very marketable in today's era.

Just like when we look back at some events in history, such as "how bold people are, how prolific the land is", "a sow races an elephant and eats one head for a year", etc. are simply absurd to us today. Things have become a common phenomenon in a specific social environment.

Now the industrialization of the Lane Empire is developing from the coast to the inland, and Corta has become the first "people" to eat crabs because of its rich iron ore.

Even if its industrialization process has just started, and everything is still being explored, it is undeniable that they have indeed tasted the sweetness.

At this time, as the craftsmanship and forging sect that controls the religious idea of ​​this city, some problems will inevitably arise from this wave of industrialization.

When large factories replace manual workshops, and assembly-line production methods replace the meticulous manufacturing of craftsmen... Some concepts in the teachings of craftsmanship and blacksmithing sects must be changed in line with the times.

It may be a saying to adapt to change with the same, but it also means that a mature religion wants to develop, it must make changes in accordance with the times!

There is no doubt about that!

The problem is that the real-world effects of such changes are often less than ideal...

"You destroy those works of art, which is equivalent to destroying the spiritual world of the people in Corta City. How can a sect be so harsh? Don't you find that the people's current mental state has a big problem, not only do you not have It is incredible that the so-called industrialization has been reduced and even intensified by destroying these precious spiritual wealth.”

Jacqueline, who was still holding on to the private affairs of other sects, broke out suddenly because of the destruction of this mermaid fountain. These words were actually suppressed in her heart for a long time, and now she said it all at once.

"Humph! You care for the spiritual world of the people and protect those works of art... And then, where does Delchimo's standard of living rank among the cities in the county, you Knight Commander of the Morning Light Sect Don't you know? Most people use kerosene lamps for lighting~lightnovelpub.net~ to keep warm by chopping wood to make fire, and go out by walking and horse-drawn carts. How many people have lost their jobs because of new products made by factories in other cities? Wait until we The products produced by Corta completely occupy the market, and the people in the Delchimo workshop are only equipped to go back to the farm to raise cattle and sheep, and people are going to starve to death, then you are talking to them about art!"

As an apostle, he naturally couldn't listen to outsiders questioning his beliefs. Luther almost subconsciously wanted to defend his own sect, so he got up and retorted directly.

Was Luther rhetorical?

What he said was the truth, even Jacqueline couldn't deny it!

"Hey, when this matter is over, it's none of my business even if you fight to death, but at least for now, I don't want to see that you haven't caught the enemy yet, and you will fight yourself first. Don't blame me for turning back the losses you have recovered!"

Seeing that the quarrel between the two continued to escalate, Donald rubbed his eyebrows and raised his head again. Together with Lilo and Anthony, the momentum of the three exploded strongly, directly suppressing everyone in the room.

Donald wasn't here to hear these two argue about ideas!