In late winter night in Corta, the cold air that emerges from my bones is inseparable from the oil tines that are heated by me or the oil tines. In addition, in recent times, there have been some thrilling remarks about missing population cases in the city.

In order to ensure safety, most restaurants do not involve some special events, so they only close their doors until around 9 o'clock. There are not many shops that truly remain open until late at night.

Relying on the rough picture of the robbers drawn by Donald with the content recorded by the reconnaissance eye, the police station in Corta scattered a large number of plainclothes police officers to investigate, and soon there was a result.

"Because my son owes a lot of debts by gambling, in order to help him pay off his debts, the restaurant's business hours will remain until around 11 o'clock in the evening in the past month, and people who work overtime will come to me for dinner..."

The owner of the Lawrence Restaurant is an old man with gray hair and a little thin figure. At this time, he was holding several portraits in his hand, but his eyes were a little cringing to look at the people in front of him.

"I recognize this person. He came to me to buy food several times... It was about a week ago. Every time he waited until all the customers in the store left. He would come over when I was about to close the door. He would buy several servings every time. Speaking of which, he did have a strange smell on his body, but most of the customers who came here were workers from the surrounding factories, and they actually had smells on them, so I didn't care."

These people are on the second floor of the restaurant, and the first floor is watched by Lawrence's wife. The police in Corta have all been evacuated to avoid attracting the attention of robbers who may be nearby.

"If he appears in front of you again, will you recognize him?"

Captain Luther asked.

"Of course, because he is a very special guest, I am deeply impressed by him... Mr. Sheriff, I will assist you in handling the case. I wonder if I can get some rewards?"

Lawrence thought these people were policemen like the ones who came to the door just now, and they wanted to get paid by reporting criminals.

For these petty citizens, they don’t care who they report or what they have done. As long as they can make a profit, everything will be easy to say.

"If the prisoner is caught, we will give you a gold pound, which is the part that is paid in advance."

Donald threw a shilling into Lawrence's hands, and if he could use money to help them with all his heart, he wouldn't mind paying some price.

But now it is almost noon and there are nearly 12 hours left until late at night. Since there are no other clues, in order not to alert the enemy, they cannot search the whole city while waiting for the rabbit. Therefore, all they can do is wait.

After afternoon, it was getting darker.

In order to capture the target as quickly as possible when it arrives, the group waited on the second floor of the restaurant.

Donald stood at the window, his eyes unconsciously following the sparse pedestrians on the streets outside. This angle made him habitually remember his actions in the hotel two days ago. After routine meditation every day, in order to pass the time, he often moved a chair and sat at the window.

It’s not that Donald likes this behavior so much, but just guessing their current mental state by observing the expressions on the faces of pedestrians coming and going outside the window can help him spend time.

Of course, the long observation also made Donald inevitably doubt the current state of the citizens of Corta.

Depressed and sluggish emotions were common in the faces of pedestrians he had seen, but in the eyes of people in other regions, this city is a city that is thriving in both economic and living standards... This situation is obviously unreasonable.

Turning back, leaning against the window frame, a cold wind blowing through the gaps in the window was blowing by his ears, and his eyes fell on Captain Luther in the house. At this time, he was flipping through the books obtained from the craftsman before. There were large paragraphs of handwritten words in the book, which should be notes taken by the craftsman when he was reading.

From noon to now, he has only done this, but the expression on his face has changed from disgust and disgust when he first opened these books to solemnity and deep thought.

He might know why the people in Corta are so depressed, Donald thought so.

But as a foreigner, he had no position to ask about this. As Jacqueline said before, this is a matter of craftsmanship and forging sects, and outsiders cannot control it.

"Donald, look over there!"

Stephanie, who was also bored by Donald, seemed to see something, and said, pulling Donald's sleeve.

"What's wrong?"

Retracting his gaze, he turned to the direction Stephanie pointed at. At the interface there, a truck was driving here... It was not the kind of truck with a container connected to the front of the vehicle, but a flat-panel trolley pulled by a car, and a large number of ropes were fixed to something familiar to Donald.

Mermaid sculpture holding a water bottle...

"Mermaid Pool?"

This is the only thing Donald feels good about when he came to the city, but now it has become a pile of gravel waste, no longer the elegance and elegance it once was.

Jacqueline, who was wiping the sword in her hand next to her, immediately got up and came over when she noticed the broken mermaid statue. She frowned. The female knight-headed female, who had always shown a gentle and humble image, looked back at Luther in disbelief. The first time she had an agitation and impatient momentum appeared on her body.

"Captain Luther! What exactly do you want to do? That fountain was one of the symbols of Corta as an art city! You actually demolished it?"

Although she believed in the God of Morning Light, Jacqueline actually spent a considerable period of her childhood in Corta. The mermaid statue, as a landmark building in Corta Central Park, was also one of the highlights in her childhood memories. It is precisely because of this that when she said at the train station that she wanted to find a place to meet, she subconsciously said this place.

"So what if it is demolished? Practicality is really important. Art is just something exaggerated and merely exaggerated. Crafts and forging sects are now pursuing something that is truly beneficial to the people. What Corta needs is a booming industry, not something that seems beautiful but is actually worthless. Not only this statue, but even Central Park will be flattened in the next period of time and converted into a steel mill of the Floyd consortium."

If it were Captain Luther before today, he would have been absolutely righteous and without any concessions when he said this. However, after reading the thoughts in the books, he was a little shaken by some of his ideas in his heart, and his momentum when he spoke was much weaker out of thin air.

Does his words make sense?

In Donald's opinion, Luther's remarks were undoubtedly absurd. He once came from an era when culture was blooming, and he scoffed at this idea, but it is undeniable that this idea has a very marketable market in today's era.

Just like when we look back at some events in history, such as "how bold people are, how much land is," "sows compete with elephants, eat one for a year" and so on, which seem to us so ridiculous and unreasonable today, have become a common phenomenon in a specific social environment.

Now the industrialization of the Ryan Empire is developing from the coast to the inland. Corta has become the first "people" to eat crabs because of its rich iron ore support.

Even though its industrialization process is just beginning and everything is still under exploration, it is undeniable that they have indeed tasted the sweetness.

At this time, as the craft and forging sect that controls the urban religious concept, some problems brought about by this wave of industrialization will naturally inevitably arise within the sect.

When large factories replace handicraft workshops, assembly-based production methods replace the meticulous manufacturing of craftsmen... Some concepts in the doctrines of craftsmanship and forging must be made in accordance with the times.

Responding to changes with constant change may be a saying, but it also means being self-confidence. If a mature religion wants to develop, it must adapt to the times and make changes!

There is no doubt about this!

The problem is that the actual effect brought about by this change is often not satisfactory...

"You have destroyed those works of art, which is equivalent to destroying the spiritual world of the people in Corta. How can a sect be so harsh? Haven't you found that there is a big problem with the current mental state of the people? Not only have you not restrained yourself, but you have even become more and more aggressive in destroying these precious spiritual wealth to promote the so-called industrialization. This is really incredible."

Jacqueline, who was originally holding someone who didn't get involved in other sects, suddenly broke out because the mermaid fountain was destroyed. These words actually weighed on her for a long time, and now she said them all.

"Hmph! You love the spiritual world of the people and protect those artworks... Then, how many people can rank in the city of Delchimo's living standards in the county? Don't you, the leader of the Morning Light Sect, know? Most people use kerosene lamps to keep lighting, chop firewood to make fire, and walk and cattle to pull carts when going out. How many people are unemployed because of new products created by factories in other cities? When the products produced by our Corta completely occupy the market, the people in the Delchimo's workshop will only be given back to the farm to raise cattle and sheep, and people are about to starve to death. At that time, you will talk to them about artworks!"

As an apostle, naturally, he could not listen to outsiders’ doubts about his beliefs. Luther almost subconsciously wanted to maintain his own sect and stood up to refute.

Is Luther's improper meaning?

What he said was the fact, even Jacqueline could not deny it!

"Hey, when this matter is over, even if you fight to the death, it's not my business. But at least now, I don't want to see that you haven't caught the enemy yet, and you will have to fight in the internal strife first. If you cause irreparable losses due to your quarrel, don't blame me for turning against you!"

Seeing that the two of them were escalating, Donald rubbed his eyebrows and raised his head again. With Lilo and Anthony, the aura of the three of them exploded, directly suppressing everyone in the room.
Chapter completed!