Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1645 - 90: Ancient Cave Church (Part 2)

The lake's area is not large, with a diameter of only about 500 meters, surrounded by pristine gravel, occasionally patrolled by Autonomous Units flying by, preventing unauthorized people from approaching.

"I thought I could swim in the lake, but it seems that's not possible," Wade commented, resting his head.

"Definitely not, this is their water source."

"However, the hotel here has a swimming pool, and it's the only place within hundreds of miles where you can swim," the guide explained to a few people.

"Then we must go tonight, haha," Wade wiped his nose.

After visiting the lakeside scenery, they first dined at a waterside restaurant, then went to the hotel to rest; as for the fun, there was no rush since they had quite a few days left on their vacation.

In the following days, Tilan, Prin, and four others visited many places together, and the bet between the two remained effective. They asked many locals about their views and feelings over the past twenty years.

"If you talk about the economy, it has indeed improved somewhat, but it's not of much use," the driver quipped while driving single-handedly.

"I run a very small factory myself, just a small battery production factory."

"The entire workshop has only three people, plus my wife makes five. That's all the staff in our factory. Over the years, by selling batteries to those who lack money but want to get rich, we've managed to make a small profit."

"Battery technology hasn't advanced much in hundreds of years; even our trash batteries barely meet needs. Many people go into space and distant planets to explore, as long as it works, it's enough."

"There's almost no profit in such stuff, everyone produces it. My biggest profit lies in our factory being small enough that the little savings on wages turn into profits."

"But how long can this situation last? Anyway, I won't let my children continue this in the future. It's best they find jobs in prosperous Star Domains and never come back."

"Getting rich is for those at the top. The money in their hands can generate countless profit by just turning around in the capital market, while we at the bottom have to fight over scraps," his weathered face was full of wrinkles.

"But now the Federation announces that wealth in society has generally increased, right?" Prin continued to speak.

"Right, it has increased, but the bulk of it? Perhaps 99% is earned by those people at the top. They got wealthier, and although we earn more, we are poorer."

"Things you could buy for 100 before, how much do they cost now? Reality is very difficult, even minor ups and downs make life uncomfortable."

"Considering this, the Federation should increase taxes and then enhance welfare for civilians." Prin's fingers ran through her hair, propping her head in thought.

"It's useless, young lady," the driver shook his head.

"I guess you come from a very good place and received higher education, so you think like that."

"Laws and regulations don't apply everywhere. The weak are weak because even if benefits are given, they will be the last ones to receive them."

"If they could seize benefits from others, they wouldn't be weak anymore. So even if the Federation increases welfare, very little of it trickles down to us."

"The Federation's money doesn't come for free; when collected, it needs to go through layers of deductions and exploitation before really reaching the bottom. This process benefits the top again; many charities operate this way."

"Ultimately, the more involved in charity work, the more serious the corruption, because the money earned effortlessly is the easiest to enjoy, and those people love easy money the most."

"..." Prin and Tilan fell silent; the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain they were born in used to be like this.

"Then just kill them."

Prin raised her finger, looking at the sunlight as though discussing the small matter of coloring her nails shortly.

"Can they all be killed? Haha." The uncle laughed, thinking Prin was joking.

"They can," Prin added again.

Maybe everyone on site thought she was joking, venting, but only Tilan sitting aside knew there was no laughter in Prin's words.

Does it still come down to killing, just like the time with Emuralin, losing the mood for betting.

The vehicle raced across the wilderness, carrying the group through yellow sand and hot wind, finally reaching a valley.

"This was left over from the early Sixth Era, there are many monumental statues and buildings within the valley," the local guide introduced the cultural features here.

The darkness and destruction of the Fifth Epoch caused a strong death crisis among people, leaving them eager to leave something behind during their lifetime, which might be studies, books, works, or perhaps those vast paintings, architecture, etc., that allow forgetfulness.

Facing massive architecture, sculpture, or murals, people are often shocked by the magnificence and the scene that fills their entire view, bringing stronger impact, and fleetingly, a sense of dying without regrets.

"Therefore, in the early Sixth Era, a wave of constructing monumental buildings arose in many places, resembling buildings used by giants, offering an extremely splendid sense of impact."

"Let's go in and have a look."

Mingling among sparse tourist crowds, Tilan pressed the brim of her hat lightly, as her light blue eyes occasionally swept over the sides of the cliff.

The cliffside is adorned with numerous reliefs, with a large section resembling shrines; each small arched doorway contains a statue, including Angels, Beastmen, Mermaids, and various historical figures.