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What are paupers?

The lowest class of people in 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 all about the intricate divisions of forces 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 keep 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.

boom!

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 Arno would be beaten into pieces in an instant if he didn't think of a solution and just used violence.

"Louis!"

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

"Who! Whoever did this, come forward!"

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

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

Apparently, he is a child of a doting father.

In this case, it will be easier to handle.

Arno's mood changed quickly;

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

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

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

Just pull the trigger gently, and this drunken young man will immediately become an innocent ghost in the bar.

"Everyone, put down your weapons."

Evie said coldly.

Arno looked at Evie's deft movements, chuckled and added another glass of wine.

Sure enough, it was just as he thought.

Louis' Prudis is the Prudis he knows.

He didn't even use the character card he got after completing the mission, and he met the real owner directly.

It would not be in vain for him to waste his time beating Louis and attracting Alexander Prudis.

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

When Alexander saw the gun in Evie's hand, his expression suddenly changed. He suppressed the anger and panic in his heart and whispered.

"I said, put down your weapons."

Evie emphasized again.

Alexander's mouth twitched.

"Ma'am, I don't think you know who I am."

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

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

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

"Now just put down your weapons and I can pretend nothing happened."

Alexander thought that the other party should be afraid now.

It’s not surprising that he thinks so. After all, the major colleges have a transcendent status within the empire.

Ordinary people would be a little in awe just by hearing his name, let alone seeing him in person.

Unfortunately, he was facing Evie.

For Evie, the Sword Knight Academy and the like are not important.

What matters is the person Alexander Proudis.

No wonder, Louis Prudis sounded familiar to her when she heard it.

Now Evie finally remembered.

Alexander Prudis, senior instructor of Sword Knight Academy.

At the same time, he is also a member of the aristocratic conservative faction and one of the few people who still has real power among the conservative faction.

He and his status are the last remaining glory of the imperial aristocracy.