Chapter 35 The Last Remnant of the Nobility

What are paupers?

The lowest level of society.

In other words, the bottom among the bottom.

The empire still calls them civilians.

However, whether they are civilians or poor people is not something that can be determined by just a title.

The poor have no status;

They are rusty screws, rotten bread, and useless people.

They have nothing but a life.

"No one would give a poor person a good job, because it is a matter of course. If a good job is given to a poor person, what will happen to ordinary people like me?"

"What is left for them is the worst and worst kind of job, but not every poor person will accept this kind of thing."

"If you refuse to become a consumable, you will naturally have nothing."

"That's why they come to this bar and do some dirty deeds."

Arno took a sip of wine and said calmly.

There are classes in this world.

The emperor is higher than the nobles, the nobles are higher than the officials, the officials are higher than the merchants, and the merchants are higher than the common people.

As for the common people at the lowest level, they must separate themselves into another, even lower category.

If you don't step on someone else's head, the foot that steps on their head will make people feel even more painful.

And as long as you step on another person's head, the pain of this foot will be transferred to the person under your feet.

And, you can get pleasure from it.

"What people enjoy most is never seeing themselves live happier than others."

"It's about seeing others less fortunate than yourself."

Arno glanced around,

Regardless of whether it is Louis who is like a dead dog now,

It might as well be the lady with a crimson face and staring at him with fiery eyes.

Although they are all members of the empire, they all exist in this small bar at the same time.

However, the invisible class between them still exists.

"For the Empire, there is no difference between commoners and paupers."

"Because the empire has no will, it is just a dead thing, a concept."

"But people automatically divide themselves into classes. They have done this for millions of years."

After learning about the existence of the poor resistance organization, Arnold quickly understood everything.

Everyone is equal,

But some people are more equal than others.

This is the rule that this world has been running for countless years.

"What you said is really complicated."

"It's not that I don't understand."

Evie already understood when she heard the word "poor" coming from Arno's mouth.

After all, she was engaged in intelligence. Of course she knew the intricate divisions of power in the capital.

"But, what does this have to do with what you did?"

she asked again.

“Have you heard of the ghetto?”

Arno did not answer, but asked instead.

Evie's pupils shrank when she heard the name.

Arno noticed this small change.

"It seems you know."

"I'm not sure what the ghetto actually is, because there is no such administrative region in the empire's documents."

"But I guess it's just a place where poor people gather, in a dark corner of the entertainment district or business district that no one wants to go near."

Evie was silent.

Her reaction was clear, Arno was right.

Even poor people need a place to live.

And in the corners of each area, there are always places where rats can cuddle up and stay warm.

These places come together and are called "ghettos."

"So, you want those men to blend into the slums?"

Evie asked in a low voice.

Not every poor person lives in a slum.

Those men like those just now obviously make a living by hanging out in the entertainment area.

However, although they do not live in the ghetto, the ghetto will only receive people like them.

The harder people live, the easier it is to unite and be extremely exclusive.

"You're right, that's my plan."

"What do you want to do? The ghetto should have nothing to do with our plans."

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"Who said it has nothing to do with it."

Arno smiled, put his arms around Evie's neck, and pulled her face close to his own.

Both sides can even feel each other's breath.

"If you want to accomplish our ultimate goal and help Noya, then you have to do what I say."

“Don’t ask too much, don’t know too much, just do it.”

"It's good for both of us."

Arno's voice was very low;

His breath hit Evie's face, making her heart beat faster.

As a result, Evie didn't listen at all to what Arno said.

She was just confused and didn't know what to say.

But Arnold took her silence as acquiescence and smiled with satisfaction.

Bang!

At this moment,

The door of the bar was kicked open.

A dozen heavily armed men in black rushed into the bar and pointed their assault rifles at everyone.

Their movements and standing positions were very professional, leaving no room for anyone to escape and ensuring that they could cover everyone with firepower at once.

Even if it was Arno, if he didn't think of a good way and used violence directly, he would be beaten into a sieve in an instant.

"Louis!"

After these men in black, a middle-aged man rushed in and saw Louis lying on the ground with a bloody face and unconscious, and his face immediately turned livid.

"Who! Who did it, stand up!"

The middle-aged man roared with murderous intent in his tiger eyes.

His anger could be felt even from a distance of 1,800 meters.

It seems that he is a child who dotes on his father.

In this case, it will be easier to deal with.

Arno's mood changed quickly.

He immediately put aside the messy thoughts of civilians and the poor, patted Ivy, and winked at her.

Ivy got out of her messy thoughts, took a look at the situation on the field, and immediately understood.

She walked quickly to Louis' side, helped him up roughly, took out a gun from her arms and pointed it at Louis' temple.

Just pull the trigger lightly, and the drunken young man will immediately become a ghost in the bar.

"Everyone, put down your weapons."

Ivy said coldly.

Arno looked at Ivy's quick movements, chuckled and added another glass of wine.

Sure enough, it was just as he thought.

This Prudis of Louis was the Prudis he knew.

He hadn't used the character card obtained after completing the task once, and he met the real owner directly.

It was worth his time to beat Louis up and lead Alexander Prudis over.

"Who are you? Let go of my son, so I can still let you live."

Alexander saw the gun in Ivy's hand, his face suddenly changed, and he suppressed his anger and fear and whispered.

"I said, put down your weapons."

Ivy emphasized again.

Alexander's mouth twitched.

"Madam, I think you may not know who I am."

"I am Alexander Prudis, the senior instructor of the Sword Knight Academy."

"If you anger me, you can imagine the consequences."

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your family."

"Just put down your weapon now, and I can pretend that nothing has happened."

Alexander thought that the other party should be scared now.

It's no wonder that he thought so. After all, the status of the major academies in the empire is transcendent.

Ordinary people would be in awe just by hearing their names, let alone seeing them in person.

Unfortunately, he was facing Ivy.

For Ivy, the Sword Knight Academy and the like were not important.

What was important was Alexander Prudis.

No wonder she felt familiar when she heard Louis Prudis.

Now Ivy finally remembered.

Alexander Prudis, senior instructor of the Sword Knight Academy.

At the same time, he was also a capable member of the aristocratic conservative faction, and one of the few people in the current conservative faction who still had real power.

He and his status were the last afterglow of the imperial aristocracy.