Karl walked through alleys crisscrossed by various pipes, carefully avoiding the sewage dripping from the pipes.
As for the sewage puddles on the ground, it didn't matter. His shoes had raised heels, so he wouldn't get them dirty if he stepped into the sewage.
It was already morning, and the sky in the paradise had already lit up.
But this is only the lower area of the paradise, so when the light reaches here, only a dim yellow remains.
According to legend, in ancient times when the gods had not yet fallen asleep, the light of Paradise was extremely bright even in the lower areas.
But now only the aristocrats and wealthy factory owners in the upper-class areas can enjoy the bright daylight.
However, Karl was very content. He was lucky enough to still be able to live in the paradise instead of being driven out of the paradise and freezing to death in the white hell.
And if he can pass the exam and become a senior mechanic, he might be able to move to an upper-class area one day.
However, Karl also had a lot of doubts and confusions. He didn't understand why nobles could live in the bright and clean upper areas, while people like him could only struggle in the dirty and dim lower areas.
Obviously they are all allowed by God to live in God's paradise, why are there such big differences between them?
Of course, he would not express these doubts.
Because even if he said it, everyone would just think that there is something wrong with his mind. Isn’t it natural for nobles and factory owners to live in upper-class areas?
But Karl always felt vaguely that this was wrong.
Passing through alleys dotted with various pipes, you can often see dirty people on the road, sitting directly in the sewage and begging.
The black bread vendor on the street, seeing Karl dressed a little respectably, would quietly ask him if he wanted to buy some wine. He could sell it to him, but the price was a bit high.
Karl walked all the way through the complicated alleys filled with pipes above, arrived at the library on the street, greeted the janitor, and walked in.
Carl is a librarian at the library.
He cherishes this job because it not only allows him to earn a living, but also allows him to access various materials in the library for free.
After greeting his colleagues, Karl started his daily work.
First, the books returned by the borrowers that were piled up were put back on the bookshelves by category.
Then organize the bookshelf and do some cleaning.
From time to time, borrowers will come to inquire about the location of the books they want to borrow.
Karl responded one by one, and time passed quickly. It was not until almost noon that Karl finally had some free time.
Only then did I find the book on mechanical maintenance that I had not read last time, and started reading it.
Karl was so absorbed in looking at it that he didn't notice at all that there was a strange booklet with a red cover next to him. He didn't know who put it here.
Someone still called him when he wanted to return the book, and only then did Karl see it.
After asking the people around me, no one noticed where this book, which obviously did not belong to the library, came from.
So Carl started reading with curiosity.
There was a piece of paper tucked inside the book, which explained that the pamphlet was not left behind, but was given to him anonymously by someone.
At the same time, he also briefly introduced the origin of this booklet.
Karl was still smiling at first, but with the contents of the note, Karl's expression began to change.
He looked around quietly, and quickly put the pamphlet into his arms while no one was paying attention.
And just like this, it seemed that it had consumed a lot of his energy and made him sweat profusely.
Karl felt as if he had a time bomb in his arms, but he did not dare to throw the pamphlet away easily.
After all, if it was found that he threw the thing, he wouldn't be able to clean himself up.
If it is as written on the note, the booklet contains forbidden knowledge.
He can then be mentally prepared to be driven out of paradise and freeze to death in the white hell.
On the way home from get off work, find a place to throw it away.
Carl made this decision.
So the rest of the working hours seemed like a year for Karl.
I was cautious in everything I did, for fear that the pamphlet in my arms would fall out and be discovered.
It wasn't until after get off work that Karl hurried home.
But as he got closer and closer to home, Carl hesitated when he put his hand into his arms.
As a person who loves reading very much, Karl really wants to know what the so-called forbidden knowledge is and why God forbids anyone in Paradise from accessing it.
He only knew that the forbidden knowledge came from the old rulers. Anyone who read the forbidden knowledge would be contaminated by the old thoughts and could no longer become a loyal lamb of the gods.
After hesitating, Karl did not throw away the pamphlet after all, and just walked back home.
Karl lives alone and rents a small room only three square meters in size.
Although the room was small, he was very satisfied. At least there was room for a bed, instead of being like many hard laborers who had to share a room with several people and take turns sleeping.
Who makes the space in the paradise limited and the population increasing?
In order not to become a homeless man sleeping on the street and then be driven into the white hell by the nobles, everyone's living area can only become smaller and smaller.
Sitting on his small bed, Karl could hear the snoring of the person next door. It was a room of only two square meters, smaller than Karl's room, and it was shared by two people, so they could only take turns sleeping.
So happiness comes from comparison. Compared with his neighbor, Karl felt that he was already very happy.
In this case, if one is corrupted and abandoned by the gods because of watching forbidden knowledge.
Carl's eyes sparkled in the dark room.
His forehead was covered with sweat.
But in the end, Karl made up his mind, took out a coin from his pocket, and put it into the gas meter on the wall. With a clicking sound, the mechanical gears full of dirt and oil turned.
Carl turned the switch and the flint rubbed, lighting the gas lamp.
There are only a few rooms in the entire apartment with such metered gas lights, and Karl's room is one of the few high-end rooms.
After all, his room is three square meters.
But Karl rarely lit this gas lamp.
He didn't want to spend money on this. If he wanted to read a book, he could just read it in the library.
But today’s booklet cannot be read in the library.
With fear and an inexplicable excitement, Karl finally took out the booklet from his arms.
He looked at the words on the cover.
"XXX Declaration"
