Above The Sky
Chapter 1119: 158: I'm Busy, No Time to Argue, Let's Get Started_2

Chapter 1119: Chapter 158: I’m Busy, No Time to Argue, Let’s Get Started_2

He lowered his head, also lowering his voice, pretending to be mysterious, “But there’s no need to disguise, let’s just be honest about our relationship—thank you, Yisen.”

“Ah… there’s no need for thanks…”

Yisen Gard felt a bit embarrassed. He actually knew that with Ian’s wisdom, it was impossible not to see through this, but he didn’t expect the other to address it directly: “What should we do next… huh, haven’t been here before?”

Although Yisen Gard was considered a guest of honor in Canaan Moore, he hadn’t reached the point where he could enter the exclusive passage for the Ten Kings Blood Section. He glanced around, seeing only a silver-white station space, unable to find the exit for a moment.

“The exit is above.”

At this moment, Anfa appeared with Sio and Master Glarvie. The young lady of the Ashlight Family was previously discussing with Master Glarvie about some matters regarding Canaan Moore’s current situation—the master had not returned for fifty years and naturally had much information to update.

The elf lady was familiar with the way, signaling everyone to follow her. They arrived at a place with an automatically activated magnetic levitation tray, and the exit door was right above the passage: “World Tree City has many designs that go against Humans, with many passages that you have to fly through, necessitating additional elevator construction.”

—Of course, this is evidently a design for a low-gravity space area, a place originally meant for astronauts to float and leap through. Putting it on the surface, where you can’t float, only walk, is definitely against Humans!

Ian could immediately see why those ‘anti-Human’ doors and passages were built in those places and couldn’t help but mock inwardly: “Does World Tree City really seem to be a spaceship stuck in the ground? Then, could Gaia Parkland surrounding World Tree City be the result of the spaceship crashing?”

Thinking this way, the ‘root system’ of World Tree City was already self-evident—it was clearly a GAIA parkland seeder reserved with Spark, used for planetary terraforming!

Standing on the magnetic levitation tray, the group was slowly transported up the exit passage.

“What industry does Canaan Moore’s Ten Kings Blood engage in?”

On the way out, Ian asked Anfa quite curiously: “Each time the core members of the Ten Kings Blood and the airships travel, it’s estimated to throw out tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Ouna (equivalent to thousands to ten thousand Talers). For the ruling family of Canaan Moore, it’s not much, but it could endow one or two Sublimators.”

“Everything.”

For Ian’s query, Anfa’s answer was straightforward: “The Ten Kings Blood is everything in Canaan Moore.”

“Healthcare, strategic development, organization and personnel, weapons and equipment, industrial production, alchemical spirit energy, entertainment media, political diplomacy, food and agriculture, mineral and forest ecology… Every imaginable and unimaginable aspect that constitutes all the affairs of a nation and civilization are the industries of the Ten Kings Blood.”

Saying this, Anfa’s tone was neither proud nor disdainful, just a matter-of-fact statement: “Canaan Moore has no private enterprises… or rather, there are only ten colossal oligarchic groups under Ten Kings Blood, and the small subsidiary enterprises affiliated with these groups.”

“Every elf is an employee of Ten Kings Blood, or serves it indirectly… I know what you’re trying to ask, Ian. In reality, the Ten Kings Blood could even distribute extra consumption vouchers to all the nationals of Canaan Moore for economic stimulation, but such means would only be used when the economy stagnates.”

Anfa shrugged: “Frankly, we core members rarely appear in public, but even if we went out every day all year round, what of it? The money given out is just digital currency, used merely for food, clothing, housing, and transportation, buying some luxury goods… To stock up on Magic Potion, you’d need to see us at least a hundred times.”

—So you really have been distributing money to everyone at one time?

Ian almost gasped but managed to hold it in.

The political system of Canaan Moore is even more ridiculous than he imagined… Ten colossal bloodline enterprises control the entire country, with all citizens under their jurisdiction.

Because some aspects of Terra’s technology are extremely advanced, these giant enterprises don’t even need to exploit ordinary people to gain ample wealth—and to ensure social stability and avoid greater losses from public uprisings, they can unhesitatingly spread money, dispersing what seems to ordinary people ridiculously abundant ‘digital currency,’ urging them to consume, to admire, and to worship the order they set.

Much like how people never truly hate overtime, but rather compulsory overtime without overtime pay… If a company neither forces you to work overtime, pays for the overtime when it occurs, and even holds lotteries to randomly distribute extra bonuses to each employee, how many would hate the company or not want to work for it?

No wonder, despite the intense infighting among the Ten Kings Blood, Canaan Moore remains utterly calm… because the war among the Ten Kings Blood only involves each other, a secret war among the noble upper echelons, and ordinary people raised under this ironclad order naturally have no additional resentment.

This is the kind of order being practiced on Terra, outside The Empire.

“Why doesn’t The Empire do this?”

Ian thought this way and quickly realized the answer: “Sigh, I truly am foolish—the Ten Kings Blood, in the end, are just ten hills, absolutely connected in management, and with technologies like Crystal Terminal, only then could the conditions be met.”