CHAPTER 246: CHAPTER 177: SIMPLE APPLICATION OF ELECTRIC ELEMENT_3

Sam stared at Jacob, "I just don’t want them to die in vain, Mr. Jacob, I believe this isn’t something you wish to see either? They’ve done so much for you, I trust you’re a person who values emotion."

"...Of course."

Jacob squeezed the words out through his teeth, "I will prepare weapons and funding for you."

He must be someone who values emotion, someone who puts human interests first.

This has always been his "persona," and it’s the reason people in the district support him. If he loses this persona, he would easily be outdone by competitors, and a new human profit-first advocate would promptly replace him.

This conversation ended on an unpleasant note.

Jacob can procure weapons and funding through his authority as a member of parliament, but this would leave him further entangled. Once it is investigated that he actually funded the Pure Society’s ruffians, he would immediately be thrust into the limelight of public opinion.

The Pure Society is not only an enemy of non-humans but also seen as ruffians in the eyes of neutral residents.

"I hope you act quickly."

This was the last sentence Jacob left behind.

Before dawn, the funding and weapons were delivered to the grocery store, a total of four boxes packed full of enforcement team standard gear, as well as a few anti-magic devices. It’s a crystallization of Steam Technology, looking only the size of a pistol, yet once fired, the projectile can turn an area into a magic-free zone.

The people of the Pure Society became excited again, eagerly trying on the protective suits, continuously fiddling with the guns and suppression sticks in their hands.

These suppression sticks were far more useful than daggers; they can release shockwaves. Even the most robust non-human will immediately lose the ability to move if struck once.

They had never used such good equipment before; the usual daggers were outdated market leftovers, and the crossbows were handcrafted by Sam, not very handy.

Besides these weapons, Jacob also sent a large sum of money.

For those used to living in dire poverty, this undoubtedly was a huge fortune, enough for them to live a rather comfortable life for a long time in the future.

They couldn’t wait to share the good news with the respected Mr. Heisenberg—he fulfilled all his promises!

"Congratulations, you finally received the reward you deserved."

Ethan said.

Sam proactively passed the position to Ethan, standing among the crowd himself. Logically, they should immediately start devising a plan to attack Paradise Island, but now, he was eager to know Mr. Heisenberg’s opinion.

Though it sounded a bit superstitious, Heisenberg’s sudden appearance was like the Master of Tides suddenly descending in front of the Western Continent’s people several epochs ago.

Sam proactively said, "Mr. Heisenberg, we need a plan."

"You already have weapons and funding, but that still doesn’t ensure victory in this war."

Members of the Pure Society nodded.

After all, they were just an underground organization with limited members. If they engaged in direct warfare with the non-humans of Paradise Island, even with enforcement team equipment, they would certainly suffer heavy casualties.

Ethan said, "Therefore, you should next focus on expanding the organization."

"But...not everyone is willing to go to war with Paradise Island."

Sam showed a troubled expression. Even in this jurisdiction most resistant to non-humans, most people leaned towards achieving their demands through policy. They either didn’t want to stain their hands with blood or feared facing the non-human’s blades.

"I’ve always said war is never the end, but a means to an end. If you can gain wealth without war, why wouldn’t you?"

The people of the Pure Society looked at each other. Sam sincerely said, "Please enlighten us."

"How many free loaves of bread can this funding buy? Distribute these breads, attracting the poor in the district, and thus, the ballots in your hands will grow increasingly."

Before coming to the Pure Society, Ethan requested some information about this district from Yue.

Ophira’s famous slum, locally called "Old City," is inhabited by the lowest strata, where crime and unemployment rates are extremely high due to poverty and hunger. Jacob’s method was to divert conflicts, making these destitute believe that their unfortunate situation was caused by the non-humans of Paradise Island, who occupied their living space and took the money that should have belonged to them.

But actually, nobody wants to deal with the mess in Old City, letting these people rot here, letting them perish on their own.

"Sam, ballots are money, more valuable than war. The more ballots you control, the more willing parliament members are to pay you."

Ethan said, "And they need someone to manage the jurisdiction during their tenure without causing trouble. If Mr. Jacob stops being willing to pay, I believe his electoral opponents would very much like to purchase ballots from you."

"I understand now!"

Sam suddenly saw the light.

This funding can be used to win people’s hearts, while weapons can be used to maintain district stability...

And these will bring them more money.

So then, why go to war with non-humans?

...

When Ethan entered with anti-magic equipment, Lindong, who witnessed the entire process, hadn’t yet come to terms.

She seemed to again witness another side of Ethan.

His dealings with the Pure Society were just like Kane!

Kane wasn’t wrong; this guy was practically the Evil God’s sibling. Just a few words to the Pure Society’s people swindled a full set of anti-magic equipment from Jacob for research.

"You..."

Lindong scrutinized Ethan, "When did you become a politician?"

"A politician? How could you think that?"

Ethan said puzzledly, "Teacher, this is all magic."

He always believed in this world with extraordinary paths, magic itself is also a kind of science, the two are inseparable.

This is why he sought anti-magic equipment. People of the Western Continent try to separate magic from technology, but Ethan had a different thought.

Perhaps these strange yet powerful steam technologies themselves are a kind of magic.

"Magic?"

"Yes, magic, simple application of electric elements."

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