owlsbooks Chapter 82 Michel's Ambition!
Chapter 82 Michel's Ambition!
Chapter 82 Michel's Ambition!
"Father...are we really going to live here from now on?"
The workers' area was located there. After signing the contract, I brought my children to the factory. The two children looked incredulous. The girl's complexion had improved significantly after taking the doctor's antibiotics, but when she saw the room, her face turned red.
It wasn't one of those drafty tents made of rags, nor was it one of those country cabins. Instead, it was a concrete house built of stone and cement, with a warm and inviting atmosphere. It had large, bright windows, tiled floors, a cozy fireplace, and three separate rooms, each with beds and thick quilts.
The two children could hardly imagine how warm it would be to sleep in bed at night.
The middle-aged man clenched his fists tightly. He hadn't shed a tear when his wife died, but now his eyes were full of tears.
After all these years of hardship, he fulfilled his wife's last wish, raising their two children safely to adulthood. Now, they've finally weathered the worst of it all, giving the family hope. But his mother and wife never had the chance to enjoy life...
He knelt on the floor and cried out loud for the first time.
This scene unfolded in front of many houses, but no one saw it. In a corner unseen by them, a dark figure was secretly recording everything.
Brett and Michelle were alone in a study, watching Michelle's hired staff report on the reactions and status of each new worker. He listened patiently to each sentence, remembering every room number and every record clearly.
Bright watched from the side and felt that the other party's reaction was a bit strange, and that this time he had come to see him alone without inviting Mrs. Eliza.
What is this guy trying to do?
He recalled the secret in his intelligence notes about the other party's eternal youth, and thought to himself: Could it be...?
After everyone who had reported left, Michelle closed the room and seemed to have placed something around it. With his level 25 Corpse Whisperer status, Bright sensed it with a little effort; it seemed to be an isolation barrier, and the room was immediately silent.
"What exactly is Mr. Michel trying to do by being so mysterious?" Bright finally asked.
Originally, they had planned to have the Holy Stone City's treasury allocate funds to rent houses for the workers, but they did not expect that Michel had already prepared several workers' buildings and even finished the renovations in advance. It was obvious that he had prepared enough workers in advance. Even without his presence, he would probably have found a way to obtain a viscount's seal to hire enough workers.
It seems he does have enough clues about the mines, but the question is, why care so much about the workers' reactions after their identities are changed?
What's the point of recording these things?
"Take a look at the records," Michelle said, pointing to the notebook. "Human nature is complex. Some of these people who have just become workers from refugees know that it's harder to be selected if they have two children, but they still choose to bring their two children. Others, after becoming workers, abandon their wives and children, thinking that their wives and children without legal status are a burden to them, and plan to find a family with legal status in the city to live a better life... The same opportunity, different human nature. Humans are truly complex and terrifying creatures."
Bright curled his lip, "You're acting like you're not human. Hmm... actually, strictly speaking, the other person isn't exactly human either."
"Mr. Michel has far more experience than I have, and must have witnessed much of the darker side of humanity. Why are you particularly concerned about this today?"
"Because some things depend on a person's character."
Bright was taken aback. What did it mean that character was a factor?
"Since Mr. Bright knows so many secrets of the forest, he should also know... about the elves, right?"
After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Bright, trying to see a change in the other man's expression.
Bright paused slightly, but his expression didn't change much.
Intelligence 5: Michel's secret to staying young is that he is a half-elf!
Thirty years ago, during a conversation with a player named "Loves to Eat Cabbage", he unexpectedly obtained an immature elf spore, which inadvertently allowed him to evolve into a completely new life form. Moreover, he had more than one such immature spore. Back then, he invited Allen to join him, but Allen did not choose to go with him after learning this secret.
This is Michelle's biggest secret!
He... is no longer a pure human being!
"As expected..." Michelle looked at Brett, who seemed unsurprised, and nodded slightly. "You did know about this, and you should have guessed my identity, right?"
Bright coughed lightly, inwardly embarrassed, but maintained a calm smile: "Located near the World Tree forest, and possessing the characteristic of eternal youth, I can't think of any other explanation besides elven blood. However, as far as I know, the elven seeds haven't matured yet, you..."
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Michelle sighed deeply: "I was a mistaken consumer, so I need to gain enough recognition to truly become one of them. Actually, I can already hear some voices. Since Mr. Bright knows about the elven robes, he should also know that the first batch of robes will be ready soon, right?"
"I know something..." Blatt nodded.
"So what are your thoughts?"
Bright immediately realized that the other party was testing him again.
"Mr. Michel is a far-sighted businessman. Surely he wouldn't think such a secret should be exposed to the nobility?" Bright said with a smile.
Michel breathed a sigh of relief. The other party had gotten involved with the Igor family. What he feared most was that the other party was short-sighted and would reveal such a major secret to the Igor family immediately. If that were the case, he would do everything in his power to keep this guy here!
"Mr. Bright is indeed a man of long-term vision." Michel smiled with particular relaxation. "I have some knowledge of the Elven civilization. Although those ancient records have been regarded as forbidden by the Church of the Seven Gods, I have still managed to collect some records through various means over the years."
"This is an absolutely perfect civilization..." Michelle's eyes were filled with longing: "Survival of the fittest, following the laws of nature, the entire society would allocate resources to the more superior evolved beings, instead of letting power corruption obscure truly capable individuals, locking resources in by family bloodlines, and wasting resources!"
At this point, Michelle clearly scoffs at the current aristocratic system.
Brett didn't know what to say for a moment. All living beings have selfish desires and hope that their children and relatives will get more. After all, I have worked hard to create so much wealth and resources.
The collapse of the elven civilization back then was probably related to the resentment of those within it; of course, this is just Bright's speculation.
However, seeing Michelle's fervent demeanor, arguing with him would be foolish. Moreover, Bright himself was quite in favor of the Elven civilization's system, which was actually an ideal system for someone of his humble origins. If it could be implemented, it would certainly be good.
"We need to find the first batch of elven robes and secretly control them," Michelle said in a low voice. "Once the elven robes mature, they will die if they cannot find a host in a short time. Humans are the only carriers. The key issue is who will carry this first batch of perfect bloodlines."
"So... Mr. Michel means, those workers?" Brett immediately understood what the other person meant.
If one doesn't want the nobility to monopolize this bloodline, it must be hidden in secret. These laborers are indeed not easily noticed, but...
"There are too many loopholes." Bright frowned. "These workers are obedient now because they have just become workers from refugees and have a sense of gratitude. But once they are given elven blood, they will definitely develop a sense of superiority and will not be willing to continue being just miners. They will even be difficult to control."
"That's why I'm assessing their character."
"Isn't that safe too? People... can change." Bright was speechless for a moment.
“I know…” Michelle sighed. “I should have listened to Allen at the beginning and trained my own armed force, but it seems it’s too late now.” He looked at Bright and said, “I investigated you. The armed forces you employ all come from those unregistered mercenaries on the black market. It seems… you don’t have your own armed force.”
Bright: "...
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As expected, the other party still investigated me.
"Do you think those undocumented mercenaries are reliable?" Michelle asked.
"If the methods are appropriate, they can be reliable," Bright said calmly. "I have a way of controlling them."
"Really?" Mihir stood up. "Holy Stone City is about to open, and many unregistered individuals like these will appear in the north. Are you confident you can find those elven robes before other factions do?"
Bright immediately understood that this was the real reason why the other party had sought him out today, because if those elven robes were found by other forces, then all the plans would be in vain.
The elven robes must be found before any noble power, and the elven bloodline must be concealed in order to fulfill the will of the elves.
Michel has enormous wealth, but lacks suitable manpower because the extraordinary talents he employs could turn against him at any time, and he cannot control them.
"I will do my best..." Brett stood up. "If I find these robes, then how they are used is entirely up to me. What does Mr. Michel think?"
"Alright!" Michelle said earnestly, "If Mr. Bright can do it, then from now on, I will follow your lead and wholeheartedly assist you, as long as you can bring that great civilization back to this world!"
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