Chapter 2255 Honorary Councilor

"If there is such a day in the future... Moradin, I hope this is just my delusion!"

The old dwarf couldn't help talking more and more excitedly.

"If one day in the future, all walks of life switch to cheap slaves to replace efficient but expensive machines, the magic industrial civilization of our society will also come to an end, and we will go back to the dark, bloody, and ignorant slave age!"

"So in the long run, encouraging slavery is definitely an evil path that does more harm than good! I can't control other places, but in Delin Town, we must not start such a bad idea!"

Joan has seen many articles in books and newspapers that demonstrate the disadvantages of slavery. These articles are certainly insightful, but most of them focus on morality and ethics, and are not as thorough and thought-provoking as the old dwarf's remarks at the technical level.

Flint believes that slavery will inevitably lead to the use of cheap manpower to replace efficient machines in industrial and agricultural production, which will hinder the popularization and application of new inventions and cause the technological development of the entire society to stagnate. Joan fully agrees with this point of view and spontaneously rises A sense of responsibility, a sense of an obligation to do our part against the hideous slavery system.

Prompted by this mentality, when Flint persuaded Joann to take the vacant council seat after his grandfather's death and attend a town council aimed at passing the "Slavery Prohibition Act", he always lacked enthusiasm for political participation. The young mage was not so resolute in rejecting it.

"Mr. Flint, I won't live in the town all the time. It's hard to find time to attend the parliament. I'm not suitable to be a member." Joan thought for a while, and then said, "Besides, the members of the town are elected by everyone. Yes, even if I want to be an MP, I may not be able to be elected."

"Joan, you don't have to worry about these two things!" Flint said with a smile, "Your grandfather is the 'Honorary Councilor' of our town of Delin, but how many meetings have you seen him attend? Not interested, only a very few important issues related to the survival of the town, he is willing to attend the meeting and express his views, you can do the same in the future!"

Joan thought about it, and it was really like Mr. Dwarf said. In his memory, grandpa only attended the parliament once in the past ten years. The topic of that discussion was whether to take in the exiled lizardman prince Weiss, And then whether to go to war with the cold-blooded tribe's usurping warlord "Son of the Devil" Corta.

Before that, Joan didn't even know that his grandfather had the title of "Honorary Councilor" in Delin Town.

"Joan, as for your worry that you won't be elected to the council, it's just ridiculous!"

The old dwarf took a big gulp of wine, slammed the glass on the table with a bang, his eyes stared like copper bells.

"Just because you are the native 'mage master' of this town, you are the pride of the whole town! Just because you have traveled thousands of miles home to join the army more than once, in order to protect your hometown from lizardman rebels, hobgoblins, and wolf men As well as the aggression of the Hailan people, if someone in Delin town refuses to elect you as a councilor, it can only show that this person either has no brains or no heart!"

"Fortunately, most people in our town lack neither brains nor conscience." The mayor took over the words half-jokingly, "Joan, don't say you are just a member of parliament, even if you want to run for mayor, I will Will vote for you too."

Mr. Mayor's words caused a burst of laughter in the tavern.

People don't necessarily know about Joan, but they have heard of the legendary stories about him more or less. Besides, as Flint said, just because Joan is the only "mage master" in this town, he can be recognized by the folks. won enough votes for him to enter parliament.

In the small towns in the southern countryside of the New World, the title of "spellcaster" is even more respected than noble blood.

Noble blood is nothing more than making one's family look superior, but a spellcaster who lives in seclusion in the countryside can bring real benefits to neighbors and villagers by using a spell casually, and easily solve the big troubles in the eyes of farmers. Can he be disrespected?

The mayor and Mr. Flint invited him kindly, and Joan had to agree to attend the town council meeting that afternoon as an "honorary member".

In the conference hall, Flint initiated a straightforward initiative, calling for a final vote on the "Slavery Prohibition Act" that had been discussed many times before.

Of course, Joan supported Mr. Dwarf, and was the first to vote for it.

This is the first time he has participated in political activities in his hometown town as a member of parliament. Thinking of his influence is quite large, those vacillating members of parliament saw that he voted for it, and they all raised their hands in support.

The few MPs who were in favor of slavery did not openly disagree, but silently abstained.

In the end, the "Prohibition of Slavery Act" received overwhelming support and passed the town council smoothly.

The town council of Derlin inadvertently accomplished a pioneering work, becoming the first town-level administrative district in the Alfheim colony to resist the trading and raising of slaves through express legislation. Including Joan, none of you here today imagined that you would leave your name in history in this way.

"Very well! My dear old fellows, we've wasted so much time and drool that we've managed to do something serious!"

After the end of the parliament, Mr. Dwarf, who won a big victory today and stole the limelight, has not calmed down from his excitement.

"Since the decree has been promulgated, it must be strictly enforced!"

"Let me put my words here first. If Archibald and his son dare to refuse to abide by the law and refuse to dismiss the slaves under their name, I will do it myself and drive their family out of Derlin Town!"

"Flint, don't get excited. The question now is whether Archibald and his son can return to the town safely. The group of jackals in the mountains is no joke." Mayor Tyndale reminded with a wry smile. old dwarf.

"I know what you mean, Jason!" Flint pointed out the window with his right hand, and patted his chest with his left hand to assure his promise, "As soon as the blizzard stops, I will take people into the mountains and take the Archibald family and those poor black people to death." Bring back slaves! In fact, I can't wait to see old Archibald's face when he hears about the Abolition Act!"

"Well, I just don't know when this terrible blizzard will subside." The mayor also looked out the window, "Gnolls don't care about the weather, I'm really worried that they won't be able to survive the day when the rescue team arrives... ..."

"Mr. Mayor, Mr. Flint, is the Archibald family's lumber camp near the Unfrozen Lake?"

Joan had heard about it from Tom just now, but she didn't know the exact address.

"That's right, the camp is in the ravine to the north of the big hot spring. Why do you ask about this?"

The old dwarf vaguely guessed Joan's plan.

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