Chapter 160: No Compromise
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Hobert retorted, "All humans share a common ancestry, this is a consensus across all societies and religions. So, does it make sense that some are thriving while others are enslaved? Does it align with moral principles?"
"If we don't use theories like racial differentiation to justify aggression and slavery, it would create immense psychological pressure on both the aggressors and those enslaved."
"And this gentleman's idealistic theory justifies the immorality of some people, providing them with legal grounds."
Ignoring the grimaces of those opposite, he continued, "As for why people from the Rorsted Archipelago seem more submissive, it's purely due to their island culture."
"People living on islands often face attacks from storms, heavy rains, and tsunamis. They frequently sacrifice personal interests and must exhibit high organization to combat these disasters."
"Do you understand now? For survival, they can only choose submission; those who disobey have long perished."
For a person from the 21st century, his knowledge of anthropology far exceeded that of the elites of Loen Kingdom.
"As for why criminals frequently emerge in the East Borough," Hobert solemnly declared, "No one is born a criminal; they must survive, they must live!"
"The space you leave for them to survive is too small; they can only break moral constraints and take risks to survive!"
"If they could have everything they wanted from birth and meet all the demands society imposes on them, who would risk their lives rather than enjoy a good life?"
"Enough!" Suddenly, Gustav coldly interjected, "Continuing this debate is meaningless!"
Hobert shrugged. It was they who had initially planned to use "evolutionary" and "racial differentiation" theories to mock and admonish him for his current efforts to help the weak.
Now that Hobert had rendered them speechless, it seemed pointless.
Gustav reminded Hobert once more, "You are alone."
"No," Hobert smiled, "I have hundreds of thousands of proletarians behind me."
"Do you expect those rough workers?" Gustav chuckled, "Don't be foolish, young man. Your current actions do not serve the interests of Loen gentlemen and will be eliminated."
"It's just a legitimate request for one's own rights, I don't see anything wrong with it," Hobert replied. "And the trend of the times isn't dictated by so-called gentlemen like you."
"Your methods make me think that in the near future, there will be a nation brave enough to acknowledge the equality of personality and uphold the interests of the weak."
"This nation will definitely not be Loen Kingdom, because the street lamps here are too short to hang people on."
Gustav and the others were stunned, not quite understanding Hobert's meaning.
Hobert stood up and said, "I think we don't need to dine together. It will only widen our differences."
Arnold, who had been silent all along, suddenly said in a mocking tone, "You might as well stay and taste the food here. If you miss this chance, you'll never be able to dine here again in your life."
Hobert smiled and shook his head, "I know you want to intimidate me with the luxury and sophistication here, but I can tell you, I sensed your insecurity the moment I walked in."
"Yes, you're afraid, that's why you're preparing to pressure me psychologically. In fact, you're more afraid of the workers opposing you than anyone else."
Hobert put on his coat, picked up his cane, and said simply, "One common sense lesson for you: contempt is the fiercest attack."
With that, he waved briefly and left the restaurant.
The atmosphere in the restaurant remained heavy for a full minute. Gustav sneered, "Since he's so ignorant of respect, there's no need to consider the face of a general."
Arnold nodded, "Rest assured, leave it to me. Tonight, I'll show him how formidable we are."
...
Hobert walked a long way before finding a rental carriage.
Inside the carriage, Hobert felt a profound alignment between his spirit and the potion of the Barbarian, as if something had shattered in the void.
The experience just now had actually completely digested the Barbarian's potion!
[T/N: I thought it was digested in the 0-08 fight]
In his joy, Hobert chuckled to himself, "The danger level of the Barbarian is no less than that of the Provoker sequence, ah, challenging mainstream culture and interest groups to quickly digest potions."
"Or challenging Grade 0 sealed artifacts, or challenging strong individuals at this level, can also quickly digest potions. These methods are all about risking death, or hovering on the edge of death."
Without these challenges, it might take one or two years to digest potions through daily acting.
Although Hobert had now digested the potion, he planned to end Bob's lawsuit and then take the Sequence 7 potion.
Advancing from Sequence 8 to Sequence 7 was a hurdle for any Beyonder. It would be best to thoroughly digest the potion before acting again to achieve a higher spirituality and potion alignment, reaching the best state to use the potion of the Briber.
Bob's case was a good opportunity for acting; he would face enormous pressure again, challenging the existing order and unspoken rules.
Secondly, if he took the potion in the past one or two days, the overflow of spirituality would impose a huge burden on his spirit body, making him unable to focus on the current case.
As his thoughts churned, Hobert arrived at Blanca Street in Cherwood Borough. The attire of pedestrians on the street wasn't particularly luxurious, but it maintained a basic decency.
Shops lined both sides of the street, giving it a bustling appearance.
Compared to the "Loen Kingdom Grand Hotel" just now, this street had more vitality, but these two places seemed like two different worlds; one a magnificent palace and the other an environment where ordinary people lived.
Returning to No. 192, Fors was cooking, and Xio had just returned, sitting at the dining table waiting for dinner.
Hobert sniffed and smelled fried fish. "Great, I didn't miss dinner after all."
Xio swallowed saliva, trying hard not to look towards the kitchen. "I've sent out all the tasks. We should have news by tomorrow."
Hobert nodded.
Fors came over with a sizzling frying pan. "Today, I bought three large yellow croakers with the reward Hobert gave me! Haha, it's been a long time since I've had this delicious dish."
Hobert took a deep breath, as if returning to earthly life.