Chapter 559 The Meaning of Resistance

Momola watched the amplified notes in her hand turn into smoke and dissipate, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.

"How about your first experience of using magic?" Li joked from the side.

"It's like a dream..." she murmured.

She hadn't fully reacted when she shouted just now, and for fear of having no effect, she almost exerted all her strength and shouted at the top of her lungs.

Only when his own echo came from around the shack did Momola realize that he had accomplished something that only a mage could do.

Spellcaster - this word has almost nothing to do with half-beasts. The former is the lucky one among humans, with a high status, basically second only to the dragonborn. The latter are weeds at the bottom, half-human, half-animal deformities, inferior to others wherever they go.

To say that she didn't envy spellcasters would be an absolute lie.

If you have enough power, why should you fear the oppression of the overseer?

It's a pity that the birth gap is insurmountable. She can't naturally master spells like the Dragonborn, and the Mage Tower will not accept a half-beast apprentice with no talent.

Just now, Momola followed Li's instructions and imagined injecting invisible magic power into the amplified notes. She felt an indescribable sense of relief - as if the body wrapped in mud melted away in the lake water, and then It was as if the blood vessels that had been clogged for a long time were flowing again. The pleasure brought by this experience seems to penetrate deeply into the soul, and once you taste it once, you will never forget it.

"Have you never noticed the flow of Qi?" Li asked curiously.

The biggest difference between demons and humans is that demons have natural magic, thus skipping the stages of awakening and introducing Qi into the body, and step into the level of eighth-grade alchemist.

A dragon demon like Chi is almost born with a sixth-grade question level.

There is no doubt that the half-beast is a Qi sensor. Li had already confirmed this when they first met. Momora could "smell" the smell of magic.

It's just that she never seemed to take the initiative to use this ability.

"The flow of Qi?" Momola looked confused, "What is that?"

No one had taught her these things, Li realized. In Jinxia City, even a five-year-old child can say a word or two when it comes to anger. In places other than Shenzhou, the Privy Council will also carry out certain publicity on awakening and Qi sensing. Even if the people do not want to hand over their children to the major families responsible for training alchemists, they can individually recruit wandering monks to give their children to their own children. Provide simple alchemy instruction.

There is also a monopoly of knowledge here.

And the situation is probably even more serious than that of the Six Eastern Countries.

At least in Qi State, neither the imperial court nor the Privy Council restricted the education of the lower classes.

Studying is the only way to get promoted. This concept can be said to have affected all aspects of the world.

"I can't finish talking about the topic of Qi for days and nights. After this matter is over, it won't be too late for me to teach you slowly." Li rubbed her ears soothingly, "First, fill up the food." Belly."

…

Horns brought the bread basket to a shack.

Opening the curtain, he saw Mu Li sitting on the floor, focusing on playing with the hair piled up in front of her.

"Brother!" Seeing him coming back, my sister suddenly smiled happily, "Look-" She raised a piece of silk cloth in her hand.

The cloth looked very shiny and soft, in sharp contrast to the coarse cloth on her body.

"Did you weave this from your hair?" Horn couldn't help but laugh.

"While you were away, I was wondering if I could use them. It would be a pity if they were just used as fuel." Mu Li nodded, "Later I found that after boiling them in water, they became soft and tough, not as strong as How much difference is there in the rope?”

"It's amazing. It turns out that my sister's hair can also have this function." Huajiao sat down opposite her, "But are these handkerchiefs you knitted?"

"It's a bandage!" Mu Li pouted, "If you fight with the factory, someone will inevitably get injured. It's better to use a bandage than a rag. Now that my brother is fighting in front, I also want to help!"

Horn couldn't help but take a deep breath.

If he didn't do this, he felt that there might be a flaw in the image he maintained.

"That's it. You have helped us a lot. I thank you on behalf of everyone."

"Really?"

"It's absolutely true." Huajiao said seriously.

"Haha, that's good." Mu Li smiled happily, "By the way, you might as well let me fight with you. You said I'm not suitable to work in the factory, so it's okay to fight against the factory, right? I promise not to It will be a hindrance!”

"That won't work!" Horns decisively refused, "You are a girl, so you should stay behind. Fighting is something that only men should do."

"Eh? But Momola is obviously a girl!"

"Uh-" He was stuck for a moment, and after opening his mouth for a long time, he simply changed the topic, "Anyway, if it doesn't work, it won't work. Don't mention that now, let's eat."

After saying this, he opened the cover of the basket and put a sweet bread into his sister's hands.

The latter swallowed his saliva immediately.

"This is……"

"Some kind-hearted person gave it to me for free, so feel free to eat it."

Mu Li first looked at the basket to confirm that there was more than one bread in it, and then put the bread into her mouth.

The slightly toasted and crispy icing melts first, followed by the fluffy bread body - the rich aroma of wheat and the intoxicating sweetness of sucrose are completely mixed together, and become soft and tender under the infiltration of saliva, and when swallowed Effortless, no tingling sensation in the throat at all.

For Muli, who is used to thick bread, this is an unprecedented experience.

Jiaojiao wanted to ask her how it tasted, but seeing her intoxicated look, the answer was self-evident.

"Brother... is this really something we can eat?"

She asked carefully after swallowing for a long time.

A warm current suddenly rushed to Jiaojiao's heart.

Perhaps this is the meaning of his standing on Momola's side.

"Yes, and not just today, but every day in the future." Jiaojiao stroked his sister's hair and replied slowly, "Brother promises you."

...

With sufficient food supply, the mood of the hired workers quickly stabilized.

Even those who shouted to rush out of the shantytown sat back in their original seats - as Mrs. Karan said, the verbal promise of rewards is far less solid than the things in hand, and the barrels of oatmeal placed at the door are no longer as attractive as before because of the appearance of sweet bread.

Not to mention that Momola claimed that the same bread will be supplied every day, and as long as everyone continues to fight against the factory, such food will not be discontinued. This statement instantly brought all the employees together - if less than half of them supported the relief association's actions before, now the number of supporters has exceeded 90%. Even if there are opponents, they will not openly boycott Momola, after all, who doesn't like free food?

Around 2 pm, more and more passers-by gathered on the street.

Obviously, the news of the confrontation between Baiguoyuan and the workers has spread. This kind of conflict involving hundreds of people is hard not to attract attention from the outside world. Among the onlookers, Gore also saw several newspaper specialists wearing peaked caps and holding notebooks in their hands.