<h4>Chapter 229: The Tool</h4>
Monn saw the whole world fighting for the throne very clearly.
That’s why he didn’t want to get involved.
He kept his distance.
Not even close.
He kept his mouth shut about the throne.
It could even be said that he walked around it.
Don’t look at him as a Cardinal.
His mouth was full of various doctrines.
Themonly used spells also represented the light.
But only his heart knew best.
These were all superficial, for the sake of the congregation.
What he wanted in this world was always to live, to live well.
It would be best if he could return to his original world.
He could not go back, but also lived in peace in this world.
Far away from disputes, far away from fame and fortune.
Of course, this was a beautiful wish.
Where there were people, there would be politics.
Where there were people, there would be constant struggles for fame and fortune from ancient times until now.
Although the world was big, not everyone could do whatever they wanted.
Living in this world, they did not want to hand over their lives to others.
Then they had to be the person who controlled the life and death of others.
Only in this way could one had the capital to make decisions for their own lives.
But to control the life and death of others, it meant that one had to be strong.
Only the strong had the right to speak.
Who would not want the right to speak.
Even if it was the strong, there were also open and hidden fights among each other.
In order to expand their own power, in order to consolidate their own power.
Who was not doing their best.
Who was not doing everything they could.
In order to live well, no matter how much one did not want to fight or to snatch.
All must face the reality.
In the Kingdom of Kate, ranks were divided clearly.
Some people are born with good fortune, born to not worry for survival.
Born in the upper ss, was the offspring of the aristocracy.
One did not have to worry about life.
Every day, one had the protection from the ancestors, and also able to eat the delicacies from all over the world and dressed luxurious in silk.
If one was born as amoner. Only a small number of them had talent. They were tough enough and had good luck.
They could be professionals and change their fate of being bullied.
Moremoners were just cheapbor.
In order to live, one had to wake up early and sleepte.
In order to eat, one had to endure beatings and taunts.
ves were even more miserable thanmoners.
Some ves were born ves, and these people were lucky enough to turn over a new leaf.
The number of ves increased almost every day.
The reason was that anyone who made a big mistake, or offended a noble or a professional, would be implicated.
Naturally, close friends and family would also be implicated.
Some of those who were directly rted would be executed at that time and lose their lives.
The rest would be branded as ves and sent for very to entertain.
The good-looking ves would be sent to the auction house.
They would be bought by people of all races who were interested.
This was also why there were more and more rtionships between the orcs on the continent.
All races liked to buy ves from humans that were cheap, easy to use, smart, good-looking, and fertile.
These ves that were bought by all races were basically destined to be breeding grounds for other races.
The professionals were nobles, while themoners had the talent of a mage or a warrior.
As for the ves with such talent, it would not change the fate of the ves.
They would only be the servants of the important figures.
When Monn had just arrived in this world, he had also thought of looking for an opportunity to sweep away the previous gold and silver, allowing the birds to fly high in the sky and the fish to leap freely in the vast sea.
But when he gradually understood the Sallum Continent.
Hepletely threw this idea into the clouds.
What a joke.
Did his identity as a Cardinal wasn’t pleasant?
Why escape?
What was there to escape for?
This Kingdom of Kate was his mothend, Saint Cedar City was his hometown, and the Orthodox Church was his favourite unit!
He was already the most powerful and influential Orthodox Church’s Cardinal in the country.
Why did he still need a bicycle.
Be content!
At least he was now a person with status.
Wherever he went, he would receive admiration.
If he was a ve in this world…
The picture was too beautiful.
He couldn’t even imagine it.
He had seen too many talented ves, just because of their status, they could only live under the oppression of others.
Or they could be locked up in a dog cage at a ve farm, and they could be beaten and scolded.
One’s life and death were in the hands of the workers of the ve farm.
Monn finally understood the happiness ofparison.
His Pdin army was basically filled with mages and warriors that he had selected from the ve farm.
It could be said that every soldiers in his Pdin army was personally polished by him.
This was also the main reason why his Pdin army’sbat strength was high and they were all loyal to him.
The pdins who had been selected from the ve farm after all kinds of tests had been graced by Monn.
They were more appreciative and hardworking than the pdins who had been selected from themoners.
The same starting line, and those who worked harder would always be ahead.
Seeing the pdins who had been born in the ve farm, they cherished their current life, worked hard to train their bodies and hone their skills.
It deeply touched Monn.
In fact, what was the difference between him and the pdins who were born in ve farms?
These people were trying to break free from the shackles of fate.
So was he!
The pdins who were born in ve farms were relying on their own efforts to live with dignity.
He was the same.
The difference was that everyone stood at a different height.
The way they struggled was different in the eyes of others.
The way pdins expressed themselves was to make their skills more proficient and their bodies stronger.
Monn, on the other hand, trained people he could trust and worked hard to earn money.
Since ancient times, only those who had an army were qualified to stand firm.
And to raise an army, one had to use money.
Unlike those who were originally natives of this world, he didn’t have any foundation.
He could only fight alone.
That was why he was trying to amass as much wealth as possible.
Because he knew that in the eyes of the gods…
Holy Rank powerhouses like them were no different from grasshoppers jumping around in the grass.
Just like how he had seen Grey Iron Rank and Mithril Rank people after he became a Holy Rank.
He did not put the other parties in his eyes at all.
The reason was very simple. The other parties were too weak.
They were so weak that he could crush them to death with a flick of his finger.
Ever since he learned that there were many gods in this world…
Monn had been very careful to hide his differences from the other people in this world.
He did it so that he wouldn’t be targeted by the gods in this world.
He knew very well that being weak was a sin.
No matter how high his status as a Cardinal was among the humans.
To Gods, he was just the stronger of the many bugs.