Chapter 424 Melancholy Queen

Isabel explained softly: "It's like a canvas, with only a few outlines. It's like a piece of music with a beat, but a 'theme' is missing.

"Whether inside or outside the outline, there is only the kind of 'blank' that has not been written. I know that there are still many vacancies, but I don't know how to write. "

"... It's really an artistic answer. "

Evans commented: "It sounds like something you would say."

But it's surprisingly appropriate, he thought.

Isabel closed her eyes slightly, straightened her back and recalled softly: "Those cities have no opera houses, no business centers, no museums, no universities. There are no alchemy shops, no tall buildings like Lloyd's. There is no meeting place like the Round Table Hall, and the size of the municipal center is not as big as the villa I gave you.

"Most cities have only one library, and some have none, because many people can't read. Two-thirds of the cities don't have paved roads, there are only a few local newspapers, and you can't even buy the Glass Steps. There are only three churches in a town at most, and people can only go to the hospital when they are sick, and there are not even a few decent hospitals.

"The prisons in many places are overcrowded, and the walls of the prisons are even leaky. Some prisoners will starve to death or freeze to death in prison. In some cities, people who were hanged have been hanging for a month or two, and no one came to release them. Because they have no family.

"In Glass Island, underage workers must be at least fourteen years old; the most harsh factories work a maximum of twelve hours. But in some cities west of Avalon, I even saw ten-year-old child workers. Their income is very little, or even nothing, with only one meal or even half a meal, and they have to get up at four or five in the morning to work, wearing only a thin single coat in the winter, and sleeping less than six hours a day...

"In most cities, there are no lights at night. Less than half of the city has electricity, and most residents still use kerosene lamps. They still have legendary adventurers, but they are more like mercenaries and bandits. The most commissions they accept are to deal with the undead - those who died in the wilderness and no one collected them..."

Isabelle didn't want to say anything. But once she opened her mouth, it was as if she had opened a box of words and could never stop.

Evans just listened quietly and said softly: "To be honest, I'm surprised."

"...For the fate of these children and these city residents?" Isabel opened her eyes and looked at Aiwas.

"No, I'm surprised that you actually have the opportunity to contact them."

Evans shook his head and made sharp and somewhat harsh words: "No sense of confidentiality - actually let Her Majesty the Queen see the truth. "

If he were the manager of these cities, at least he would have done a good job of face-saving during the Queen's visit.

Everyone would work together to weave a beautiful dream for Her Majesty - how could the respected Queen see such a thing?

"...They did so."

Isabel sighed softly and explained the reason: "But I did not stay in those cities that needed to be toured. Instead, I took a griffin to the cities outside the reservation after the tour; and rushed to the next city before the next tour time. Therefore, I actually visited twice as many cities as the tour cities. And half of them didn't know I would come or that I had been there. "

"Oh, I see."

Hearing this, Aiwas understood: "You think that it is a rare opportunity to come out, and you must have a good time...right? "

Isabel nodded silently.

Because in a city where everyone knows her, Isabel has no room to have fun.

Her itinerary is strictly arranged, and naturally there is no chance or time for her to meet other people.

Unexpectedly, their young queen is so naughty, even more so than Queen Sofia. In the densely arranged pilgrimage itinerary, she squeezed out time to visit twice as many cities.

--There is no doubt that she must have rushed there excitedly at first. She went incognito, made up, and sneaked into various cities with griffins and arbitrators who acted as guards.

Maybe she didn't even bring her guards.

Although Aiwass didn't know how Isabel found out the truth, it was undoubtedly very difficult.

And she did it very seriously.

The price was that she looked almost depressed.

Although the schedule for the new king's tour was quite loose. But if she "reasonably used" the time for another round, she might not be able to spare much time. And these shocking intelligence must have made her not sleep well.

... No wonder she looked so tired.

I'm afraid it's not just physical fatigue or poor sleep, but mental fatigue due to sorrow and sadness.

"Those children in the factory... I talked to them. More than one factory, more than one conversation."

Isabel sighed, and there was visible fatigue in her eyes: "I was angry for them, and even planned to stand up for them, asking for more income and arranging more reasonable working hours. But those working children didn't know why I was angry... They just thought I was inexplicable, and even tried their best to stop me. Because they just wanted to earn an extra ration and didn't want to cause trouble.

"You know, Aiwass. This is the first time I know that people can starve to death... In some towns outside Glass Island, there are people who work hard and still starve to death. Logically, the church should be responsible for providing free food, but... why is this happening?"

Isabel looked very painful, frowning and very uncomfortable.

Aiwass shook his head and said softly: "Because the church's income mainly comes from providing powerful treatments to the rich and blessing specific places and objects. In fact, not all cities have such rich people.

"Because of the existence of the Round Table Hall and the Port District, the truly wealthy people will try to gather on Glass Island. Local businessmen may not have much money, and local churches may not be able to provide too much free food. Most clergy trained in church schools will be sent to such remote countryside. "

"... Do they know their future?" Isabel couldn't help asking.

"Basically, they don't know. Only the best ones can stay on Glass Island or a few relatively wealthy cities. Because of this, many clergymen resigned within a year because they could not bear the hardship. The remaining ones can basically awaken the true devotion. "

Evans sighed.

In his opinion, this is somewhat unethical.

But there is really no way - even if the healing of injuries can be left to doctors, even the smallest village has to have someone to preside over funerals and exorcise the dead. Add to that weddings, celebrations and other ceremonies, and it will take at least several years to study quietly.

Who would come to a small city to suffer when they can enjoy themselves in a big city? It is definitely not enough to rely on "devotees" who have awakened their devotion to fill this huge hole.