"They are so pitiful. My brother is the president of a charity foundation, but he has never told me these things. Can we organize a donation event? I know this is offensive, but, I feel the need to help those civilians."
"I agree. I plan to donate 1,000 pounds. What about you?"
"Stop joking, donate? Huh, 90% of the world is poor. Are you sure that relying solely on donations can solve the problem of rich and poor?" A gentleman with two beautiful mustaches in the crowd shook his head disdainfully. He shook his head and said with a sneer.
"Just say that in the Kingdom of Ghent, how many cents of the donations from all the charities go into the pockets of the poor? Being hot-headed will not solve the problem. Once, I only say once, the kingdom was in the south of Letalstadt County A small town in a small town vigorously develops industry in an attempt to make the town rich first, thereby making other surrounding areas rich. In fact, after the town becomes rich, the original poor people become rich. Those rich people forget that they were also poor. They and Capitalists also began to exploit the surrounding civilians."
"That group of rich people set up a charity in Letalstadt County and raised large amounts of money from all over the country. The amount of each donation was conservatively estimated to be more than hundreds of thousands of gold pounds. However, 99% of these gold pounds ended up going to those rich people. One percent of our pockets was given to hundreds of thousands of civilians. This is not some dark fairy tale, this is a bloody reality."
After saying that, a burst of sighs erupted from the crowd, and most of the pampered nobles looked shocked. For a moment, they couldn't believe that the kingdom they lived in had such a dark side.
"This guy speaks sharper than me. He should have lived a life at the bottom... But those rich people who rely on charity to make money are really hateful..."
However, when most girls mentioned donating, the corners of their mouths turned up unnaturally. They should feel sorry for the money, but the sincerity of donating does not seem to be intentional...
The fundraising matter came to an abrupt end in the brief discussion. Like fireworks, they rose into the sky and bloomed for a moment, and then disappeared. However, this was also in line with Weinerson's inner imagination and expectations. In this country with extreme wealth gaps, , the implementation of philanthropy is almost a fantasy.
While his thoughts were swirling, Weinerson saw the girl who looked similar to Elena again, but she disappeared again in the blink of an eye.
"Weinason, the teacher is looking for you."
Luo Li's voice came from behind. Weinason turned around and saw a four-wheeled carriage pulled by a white horse, stopping at the entrance of the playground. Lai was wearing a dark green hooded coat and a unilateral glasses. Te stretched out his hand from the carriage window and motioned to himself.
"I'll go out first."
After Weinerson finished speaking to Avril, he quickly walked towards the carriage, raised his legs and entered, only to find that it was covered with thick red carpets and filled with the scent of incense that made the body and mind calm.
"Feel free to take a seat, we'll be there soon."
"Okay, okay teacher."
Weinerson sat down nearby. He understood the purpose of his trip, so he looked for a topic and tried to find out more about the situation:
"Teacher, I have a question. You said that Mr. Benjamin's real body will come. I have heard some rumors about the name Benjamin. If the rumors are true, will it cause unnecessary panic?"
"Have you ever heard rumors about Benjamin? Tell me what kind of rumors they are about." Wright showed a slightly weird smile.
Weinerson keenly grasped this point, and without letting go, he quickly asked:
"The favored son of the gods, an ancient alchemist who came out of the Third Age!"
"Where did you hear these things?" Wright looked into Weinerson's eyes and asked, "I can tell you that it is true, but it is not detailed enough."
"Not detailed enough?" Weinerson was a little scared for a moment.
Since it was a New Year's party, all the students gathered at the student activity ground. On the almost deserted street, the carriage drove quickly. Wright took off his monocle, took out a velvet handkerchief, wiped it and said:
"You don't know the ancient secret expressions in detail enough, especially about the categories of angels. The teacher needs to give you a good lesson tonight so that you can truly study systematically instead of just understanding it in a few words. Although these contents will be useful to you. People feel fear and horror, but this is a required course for every cleric."
"First of all, there is a big difference between angels. They are roughly divided into three categories: starry sky angels, white-made angels, and modern angels."
"Star Angels exist above the starry sky. They are the most mysterious existences. They possess supreme and strange power. Unless they think about it, clergymen below the saints will go crazy just by looking at them. , Starry Sky Angels have no pity for the world, they are mythical creatures, thinking about high-latitude matters, even gods have no concrete certainty that they can kill Starry Sky Angels."
"White angels are also called ancient angels. They are a group of angels that survive in various mythological books circulated on the mainland. They were born from gods and were born with the power of gods. They live in the long river of time, but they do not Aging due to the passage of time essentially belongs to the category of gods, such as Adam, Eve, the Ender, the Red Throne, etc. The white-made angels are the absolute masters on land."
"Modern angels are a necessary process for priests to evolve. As long as they become priests and touch the threshold of angels, they can be called angels, but they cannot be compared with white-made angels and ancient angels."
Having said this, Wright smiled and said:
"Benjamin is a true white angel, and He appreciates you."
The crimson moonlight from outside the carriage window shone on Wright's body, giving him a faint hazy feeling.
At this moment, his smile was so strange, as if he was seeing the starry sky for a moment, which made Weinerson feel horrified, indescribably horrifying.
"Teacher, you explained it in detail..." Weinerson took a breath silently, as if he saw an indescribable giant of his own facing him, looking at himself.
Modern angels are the result of the step-by-step growth of the clergy.
White angels are ancient angels that exist in ancient mythological books.
The Starry Sky Angel has no human thinking and is the embodiment of endless high-dimensional knowledge. Even the gods have nothing to do with the Starry Sky Angel...
Will they be interested in humans?
The carriage fell into silence, and Weinerson's countless thoughts emerged and fell one after another.
In such a quiet environment, the carriage drove for a long time, so long that Weinerson felt that it had already driven out of Hornavitch and out of the Federal Mountains.
Just when Weinerson was about to ask Wright how long it would take, the carriage stopped.
"Mr. Wright, Mr. Weinerson, and Mr. Benjamin have arrived at their residence." The voice reached their ears from outside.
"We have a coachman?" Weenerson asked in surprise.
Wright straightened his dark green hooded robe, "It's not important, let's go down."
Weinerson suppressed other thoughts and asked curiously: "Teacher, have we left Honavitch now?"
Wright half-turned his body, turned around, paused for a moment, and looked at Weinerson quietly, with deep gray eyes and said:
"To be precise, we are not on the continent of Phaedras now."
