I take the earth to wander

Chapter 11 Paradise
Carl walked through the alleys criss-crossed by various pipes, carefully avoiding the dripping sewage from the pipes.

As for the sewage puddles on the ground, it didn't matter. His shoes had raised heels, and he wouldn't get them dirty if he stepped into the sewage.

It was already morning, and the sky of the paradise had already lit up.

But this is only the lower area of ​​the paradise, so when the light reaches here, only a dim yellow is left.

According to legend, in the ancient times when the gods were not yet asleep, the light of Paradise was extremely bright even in the lower areas.

But now only the aristocratic lords and wealthy factory owners in the upper area can enjoy the bright day.

But Karl is very contented, and he is the greatest luck to be able to live in the paradise instead of being driven out of the paradise and freezing to death in the white hell.

And if he can pass the exam and become a senior mechanic, maybe one day he can move to the upper district to live.

However, Karl also has a lot of doubts and puzzles. He doesn't understand why the nobles can live in the bright and clean upper area, while people like him can only struggle in the dirty and dark lower area.

Obviously they are all allowed by the gods to live in the paradise of God, why is there such a big difference between them?
Of course, he would not express these doubts.

Because even if you say it, everyone will only think that he has a problem with his brain. Isn't it a matter of course that nobles and factory owners live in the upper districts!

But Karl always felt vaguely that this was wrong.

Passing through the alleys full of various pipes, you can see people covered in dirt from time to time, sitting directly in the sewage and begging.

The black bread peddler on the street saw that Karl was dressed a little more decently, and would quietly ask him if he wanted to buy wine, and he could sell it to him, but the price was a bit high.

In this way, Carl walked through the complicated alleys covered with pipes all the way to the library on the side of the street, greeted the janitor, and walked in.

Carl is a librarian in the library.

He cherishes this job very much, because this job not only allows him to earn a living, but also allows him to consult various materials in the library for free.

After greeting his colleagues, Karl started his daily work.

First, the books returned by the borrowers piled up together are put back on the bookshelf by category.

Then organize the bookshelves and do some cleaning.

From time to time, borrowers will come to ask about the location of the books to be borrowed.

Karl replied one by one, time passed quickly, and it was not until near noon that Karl finally had some free time.

Only then did I find the book related to mechanical maintenance that I hadn't read last time, and read it.

Carl was so engrossed that he didn't notice at all that there was an extra book with a red cover next to it, which was put here by someone. It was a strange booklet.

It was only when someone called him when he wanted to return the book that Karl saw it.

I asked the people next to me, but no one noticed where this book, which obviously did not belong to the library, came from.

So Carl started to read it with curiosity.

Inside the book was a piece of paper stating that the booklet had not been lost, but had been given to him anonymously by someone.

At the same time, it also briefly introduces the origin of this booklet.

Carl was still smiling at first, but following the contents of the note, Carl's face began to change.

He looked around quietly, and quickly put the booklet into his pocket while no one was paying attention.

But just like this, it seems that he has exhausted a lot of strength and made him sweat profusely.

Carl felt as if he had a time bomb in his arms, but he didn't dare to throw the booklet away easily.

After all, if it is found that he threw the thing, then he will not be able to clean himself.

If it is as written on the note, the pamphlet contains forbidden knowledge.

Then he can be ready to be expelled from Paradise and freeze to death in the White Hell.

Find a place to drop it on the way home after get off work.

Carl made such a decision.

So for the rest of the working time, Karl seemed to live like a year.

He was careful in everything he did, for fear that the booklet in his arms would fall out and be discovered.

It wasn't until after get off work that Carl hurried home.

It's just that as he got closer to home, Karl stretched out his hand in his arms, but hesitated again.

As a person who likes to read very much, Karl really wants to know what the so-called taboo knowledge is, and why the gods forbid anyone in the paradise to touch it.

He only knows that forbidden knowledge comes from the old rulers, and anyone who has read the forbidden knowledge will be polluted by the old thoughts, and will no longer be able to become a faithful lamb of the gods.

After hesitating, Carl didn't throw away the booklet after all, and just walked back home.

Karl lives alone, and he rents a small room of only three square meters.

Although the room is small, he is already very satisfied. At least one bed can be placed here, instead of sharing a room with several people and sleeping in turns like many hard laborers.

Who made the space in the paradise limited, but the population is increasing.

In order not to become a tramp who sleeps on the street, and then be driven into the white hell by the nobles, everyone's living area can only be smaller and smaller.

Sitting on his small bed, Karl could hear the snoring of the neighbor next door. It was a room of only two square meters, smaller than Karl's room, and it was shared by two people, who could only sleep in turns.

So happiness is all about comparison. Compared with the neighbor next door, Karl feels that he is already very happy.

In this case, if the degenerate is abandoned by the gods because of watching taboo knowledge.

Carl's eyes gleamed in the dark room.

His brow was covered with sweat.

But in the end, Carl made up his mind, took out a coin from his pocket, and threw it into the gas meter on the wall. Amidst the clicking sound, the mechanical gears full of dirt and oil turned.

Karl turned the switch, the flint rubbed, and the gas lamp was lit.

In the entire apartment, there are only a few rooms with such billing gas lamps, and Carl's room is one of the few high-end rooms.

After all, his room is three square meters.

But Karl seldom lights this gas lamp.

He doesn't want to spend money on this, if he wants to read a book, he can't read it in the library.

But today's brochures cannot be read in the library.

With fear and an inexplicable excitement, Carl finally took out the booklet from his arms.

Look at the words on the cover.

"XXX Manifesto"

(End of this chapter)