With a creak, the wooden door of the tavern was pushed open.
Makarov and Burton, who had expected it, looked towards the door faster than the others, and sure enough they saw a familiar figure with a well-proportioned figure stepping into the dim light near the door——
It's Mr. Lexa here!
It was at this time that the sounds of surprise began to sound.
Soon, in just one step, most of the people in the tavern recognized her identity. The originally mild sounds of surprise suddenly amplified and erupted. Various voices were mixed together, and the place was in an uproar.
"Good evening, Mr. Lexa!"
In the dimly lit area, the eighteen or nineteen members sitting together followed the old tradition and stood up to say hello to Valeera. Their voices were neat and loud, penetrating the noisy sound and ringing in everyone's ears.
This brought back memories that some people had forgotten.
"Good evening, Mr. Lexa."
They stood up and spoke with some hesitation. Although the movements and sounds were not neat and neat enough, the greetings were still clearly heard because the others were subconsciously quiet.
Valeela raised her hand in response, smiled and nodded to the first member to stand up, and then swept her gaze over to everyone who stood up to say hello.
They are a sporadic minority in their respective circles.
Are there so few already? Even counting those who stood up later, the number of members who still have respect for me is only about a quarter of the total number...
Valeela averted her gaze and walked towards the brightly lit long table without stopping.
Makarov, like the two young men behind him, watched Valeera approach with excitement and even a hint of fanaticism.
In their minds, Mr. Lexa is the real leader.
Valeera made eye contact with them and nodded slightly, causing the two young people to nod frequently and even more excitedly.
[An app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, used by all old bookworms.
It is also a kind of strength.
"Power does not stick to forms. As long as it helps us achieve our goals, it is called power."
Under their slightly puzzled and fearful gazes, Valeera smiled jokingly and said sarcastically:
"Look, you also understand the truth that "unity is strength."
"Then why do you think it is no longer necessary to unite the vast number of workers?"
She paused briefly and asked and answered herself:
"Because you are stupid, because you have narrow vision!"
After suppressing several impatient and subconscious rebuttals with her sharp eyes, Valeera added an explanation:
"You feel that once you have established your footing in the dock area, you can extract workers' wages, accumulate money, and move up the class ladder. You feel that your position is naturally opposed to the labor and that it is impossible to unite."
"That's why I said you are stupid!"
Valila faced the unconvinced faces, sneered, and continued:
"Don't you just want to make money and live a good life? Who doesn't?
"But will you really make money?
"What you are fighting for is just a small profit right in front of you!
"Even if you could take away all the income of all the workers in the dock area for a year, it would only be a few million pounds, which is comparable to the property of a top wealthy businessman.
"But is this possible? Can you draw it? I think even one-tenth is enough!
“If you want to make more money, of course, whoever has the money will earn it.
"There are more than ten top wealthy businessmen, and there are even more inferior wealthy businessmen... As long as they are powerful enough, they can give away half or even more of their wealth!
"As long as we unite with enough strength, everyone will have a good life!"
At this point, Valeera had already seen a pair of eyes that were shining with heartbeat——
Even without using magic, Valeela could easily make the people in front of her fall into the wonderful prospect she described simply by relying on the language skills of a senior "instigator".
Of course, this is also because her statement is indeed theoretically feasible.
"Also," Valeera spoke again, lighting another fire, "you don't think that the only way to unite is to make money, do you?"
Snapped!
She slapped the table, and while the others were shocked, she continued:
"Members of the Kingdom Council include nobles, entrepreneurs, factory owners, and wealthy businessmen... Then why can't there be workers?!
"Remember what I said?
"Workers are the largest producers of social wealth, the providers of the kingdom, and the cornerstone of society!
"Producers should have management rights!"
At this point, Valeera paused, leaving time for the audience to think about their acceptance.
She actually didn't want to sound so utilitarian, but an ideal is an ideal after all. When it comes to reality, it still needs substantial support and watering in order to take root and grow smoothly.
Gradually, a continuous stream of whispers rose in the tavern——
This mainly comes from the more numerous outlying areas, from gang members who previously had their own tendencies.
On the long table.
The six bosses who had some suspicions at first, including the little boss behind them, also began to make frequent eye contact.
They were all moved by Valeela's statement.
Makarov is no exception.
However, he focused more on Valeera beside him, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
Of course Valeela noticed it, but she didn't intend to explain.
"You guys can continue with the discussion," she took a few steps back. "As before, don't take my existence too seriously, because... I'm just a bounty hunter."
As she spoke, she turned around and walked to the darkest corner to sit down.
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P.S.: Every time I get stuck, I can't help but think about the smoother plot later, instead of going through it with all my strength.
The current level... So, every time the jam is severe, it will always be stuck longer than expected.
I'm so sorry.
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