Chapter 97

The stall owner thought so.

But he didn't say that, he just said respectfully: "So I deduce that you must have come to find me something."

"Then what do you think we're here for?"

Annan asked with interest: "Also, what's your name?"

"My name is Emil. Emil Hart is called 'Papa Hart' in the Zip Gang. In addition to being in charge of gambling, he is also responsible for educating and taking care of newcomers."

The stall owner "Papa Hart" did not shy away, and made his information clear.

Because it wasn't a secret at all. If you want to know, you can find out for less than half a silver coin. It's better for him to say it himself and express his sincerity.

But what he didn't expect was that after hearing this, the little Bai Mao cast a questioning gaze on another person—this made his heart tighten.

Is this to trouble yourself?

I saw the person dressed as a wizard in the Jade Tower suddenly raised his head. He looked at himself, was silent for a while, and asked: "Do you know Harry, Bill, or Nona? They are all named Hart...It must have been more than a hundred years ago."

"...To be honest, I don't remember."

Emile Hart thought for a while, then shook his head regretfully: "I know Bill Hart, but I don't think this is the person you are looking for. Because he is my uncle, older than me How old are you?"

"Is this gambling stall your family's business?"

"There is no family tradition for this thing. The land has not changed for hundreds of years, and the pirates squatting on it come and go. They change every few years or ten years. My grandfather's generation was still a farmer.

"However, this material used to be my ancestral house. I changed it into a gambling stall... After all, according to our rules here, you are not allowed to enter the house and cause trouble for others. I stay in it all day and I will not come out. I will live a little bit Be safe.

"After all, my predecessor was stabbed in the back with a knife when he was going out."

The owner of the stall, Emil, said with some nostalgia: "If I had money to go to school, I wouldn't have come to see this stall. I'm not afraid of your jokes. My sculpture skills were good back then... at least I can surpass Deniso Sub-Seminary Entrance Examination Degree.

"If I had the money to go to school, I would probably be working as an architect in East Denisaua by now."

Hearing the words "no money to go to school",

Isaac was silent for a moment.

Many complicated looks flashed across his eyes.

After a while, Isaac finally asked softly, "Did you pass the entrance exam...?"

"Passed, I got a B+."

Emile smiled: "It's not bad, right? But it's a pity... If you don't get an A evaluation, you can't get a scholarship."

There is a look of nostalgia on his face: "It's a pity, it's really a little bit worse. It's just a little bit, but at least it's not an A- grade... If that's the case, I might go crazy."

Denisauya Seminary, as long as you get a grade of [B-] is enough. However, if you can get a grade of [A] or above, you can get a scholarship. If you are A grade, you can get free tuition, and if you are A+, you can double the tuition fee.

Isaac back then had the highest A+ rating.

"Who would do this job if he had the chance to go on a decent path? He offends people like this and doesn't make much money...Even if he is a thug, he can quit his job if he earns enough money, but I don't have that chance up.

"If I left the Zipper Gang, I would probably be hooked if I couldn't get out of the city. Even if I'm still in the Federation, I might be thrown into the sea someday."

Although Emil misses it a bit, he doesn't regret it: "Our boss has a saying, which I think is very reasonable: 'It doesn't matter if they hate you. As long as they are afraid of you, it's useless to fart.'

"I'm past the age where I want people to like me. I want them to be afraid of me, too, if I can."

It was an almost calm demeanor—it was the demeanor of seeing through everything, deciding that he had no chance, and living a life of digging in the ground with a blank face.

Neither expect nor recall.

Isaac fell silent.

Annan on the side held the scepter and said nothing.

When Isaac asked the question, Annan had already seen it—Isaac's stepfather was named Hart. If nothing else, this stall owner is really the blood of Isaac's younger brothers and sisters.

But it is different from those nobles and those big families.

He didn't even know who his ancestors were or what they had experienced.

We are all ordinary people.

The stories that can be handed down are those that are passed on by word of mouth. There are no more than five generations of names.

Although Isaac has no feelings for his siblings at all... Rather, it would be better if they were dead.

But after seeing one hundred and fifty-six years later, their children fell into the same predicament they had once again—they obviously had the ability to change their destiny, but they could only choose to drop out of school because they had no money to pay the high tuition fees.

And in Denisoa.

If you don't have a good enough job...you will either just dawdle day after day, or put your head on your belt to make money.

Either way, it means that there is no hope in this life.

Isaac just felt his head was muddled.

He couldn't even remember when he and Annan left there. I can't remember what Annan and that person talked about afterwards...

He just felt his head was messed up, very messed up. The thinking center of the puppet body seems to be overheated due to high-intensity thinking.

When he came back to his senses, they had already appeared in a private room of a tavern.

While Annan is clearly underage... there aren't that many rules in Denisaua.

Although there are not many Silver Lord Churches here, the Denisoya people also think that they are not as greedy as the Noah people-although most of them have never seen a Noah person in their entire lives, they still think that Noah People are the most greedy for money.

"Money is much more useful here than in Noah. Not only can I come in, but even the guests who are already in the private room can be invited out."

Annan held the wine glass in both hands, placed it under the light to appreciate it, and at the same time said leisurely: "The people here are not like Noah, who believe in 'money can exchange everything'. They don't understand the meaning of 'transaction' , and don't think 'contract' is useful, they just think 'I need to get more money, whatever it takes'.

"Looking around, everyone on this street needs money and desperately desires money to try to change their destiny... Even if they have money, it is extremely difficult.

"Although the people here don't believe in Sir Silver...but it can be said that it is difficult for people without money to move a single step here."

Looking at Isaac who became a little silent, the corners of Annan's mouth rose slightly.

He put down his half-drunk glass of rum with lemon, ice and mint leaves.

"Do you feel that after more than a hundred years, people seem to have made little progress?"

"...I just feel that the disaster is repeating itself."

Isaac sighed deeply: "It seems that no one has done anything wrong, but everything is wrong. Everyone just lives for themselves, how did the world become like this?

"Is the efforts of people like Hugo and Salvatore really worthwhile and meaningful? Are these people really worth saving?

"If you need to be rescued, where should you start..."

His voice is getting smaller and smaller.

For the first time, the former tower master who invented the "ritual modular technology" realized so clearly that the world is indeed getting better, but the world doesn't seem to have changed much.

The whole city becomes neat and bright.

People's basic necessities of life have improved several times.

The former hand-woven factories and blacksmith shops have now become factories sprayed with black smoke; the meat and wine that were once difficult for even the little nobles are now eaten almost every day; The oil has also turned into a more steady, bright green fire...

But on the other hand, the relationship between people remains unchanged.

Poor people can only be poor all their lives.

Aristocrats are born aristocrats.

Obviously, it is theoretically possible to change fate, but it is only possible. Even with that qualification, he would pass by for various reasons...

"Hugo said that the dispute was because people were fighting for limited supplies. But I feel ... this doesn't seem like it."

Isaac turned to Annan for answers.

He also knew that there was probably something wrong with his head when he asked a fifteen-year-old boy for such an answer.

But even comfort is fine. It's fine to just come and talk to yourself.

He just felt that his head was in a mess...

Seeing the entire renovated city, the bustling and "civilized" pirate capital, and seeing the person with the same surname as that man, he walked on a similar but different path from his former self...but even more depraved. .

——At that moment, Isaac even felt that all these efforts... were meaningless.