The Convoy Reached Its Final Stage

Roger did not think his words had been particularly harsh.

But the Magic Goddess fell silent.

On further thought, it was indeed possible.

Perhaps the reason this world had remained stagnant was because of these people.

Their ancestors had possessed these lands, these resources, and these honors tens of thousands of years ago.

Relying on everything their forebears had left behind, they occupied the vast majority of this world's benefits: gold, silver, copper coins, food, cattle, horses, slaves, serfs, books, knowledge, fame, and even the right to interpret certain gods.

It seemed that every possible advantage had been piled onto these people.

And what did these people need to do?

It seemed they needed to do nothing at all.

At most, they held a banquet every day and engaged in some pointless socializing.

Then, when disaster years came, they used the cruelest methods to strip others of whatever land they had left.

Then they went on holding banquets every day.

Now, their ambitions had grown even greater. Even with all that, they were still unsatisfied. Otherwise, things would not have reached this state...

Then look at those laborers who worked so hard. Whether they were people who truly did physical labor or business operators, they poured in endless sweat and effort. By thirty, each of them looked as old as nobles in their fifties or sixties, and very few even lived to forty.

And what about them?

Even a full meal was a luxury to them.

Every Biting Month, no one knew how many people starved or froze to death outright...

Weren't they pitiful too?

Thinking back, in places where Magitech Industrialization had been completed, ordinary people could also find decent jobs.

Human labor had begun to matter more. Some people had voluntarily started freeing slaves, using money to entice