aircannonsinc Chapter 233 Granting All Beings the Right to Choose
Chapter 233 Granting All Beings the Right to Choose
Chapter 233 Granting All Beings the Right to Choose
Ryan and Penelope strolled through the armory, discussing their idea of forming a Stone Statue Army.
In the end, after discussing the pros and cons, it was found that the key to producing stone statues at a rate comparable to the birth of Muggles and the conscription of men was a huge amount of magic.
Because the production factory can only pre-order a batch of alchemical items that can be repeatedly cast, but maintaining these alchemical items to continuously release the spells that bring the statues to life and to give the statues combat commands requires magic.
Otherwise, the only option would be to use artificial means to replace the vast amount of magic. However, the problem returns to its origin: there aren't that many wizards in the wizarding world.
It's important to understand that in this day and age, the average person is born at a rate of two or three people per second. Not to mention the number of people who volunteer for military service during peacetime, once war breaks out, the rate at which adults are conscripted is even faster. You can drive around to slums, streets, or other places where people gather, and you'll find conscripts everywhere.
"Sometimes, I feel that even if the secrecy law were broken, the chances of wizards and Muggles communicating are slim. Think about it, Muggles are different in skin color and race, which creates such a huge barrier. So what about wizards and Muggles?"
Penelope knew all too well that in the world of ordinary people, racial discrimination, color discrimination, regional discrimination, and so on were all unavoidable characteristics.
"You can't make that analogy. If those people were of high quality, each one an elite, refined and elegant, no one would look at them with prejudice. But what's the reality? Zero-dollar shopping is rampant, and shootings and rapes are countless. Indeed, this is related to their living environment, but I never believe that a person's birth is a reason for them to do evil."
Apart from those extremists, ordinary people are equally mild-mannered. People do not discriminate against them because of their skin color; they only look at someone differently because of their behavior.
Ryan used the example of the most discriminated-against race to tell Penelope that even Black people can be honest, courageous, and civilized, just as white and Asian people can be despicable.
"Take Japan for example. Those were some of the most horrific massacres. Do you think they were human? Take, for instance, the radiant Queen Victoria, who was like a human being. Whether it was the Great Famine or other acts, do you think Her Majesty the Queen was human?"
Penelope was speechless.
She also discovered that none of the above discriminations were simply due to skin color or region. Rather, they were due to the long-term behavior of people of a certain skin color or region, which solidified their reputation and attracted prejudiced views from others.
The two walked to the factory window, and Ryan opened it, letting in fresh air that didn't belong in the dense forest.
He rested his hand on the windowsill: "Not to mention, a considerable number of wizards are born into ordinary families. This proves that we and ordinary people are not physiologically separated, except for the ability to use magic."
"So all we need to do is break the secrecy law and allow the wizarding world to integrate into the modern era in a more perfect way. As for whether wizards are willing to communicate with others, that is each wizard's own choice. They can choose to become friends with honest and excellent ordinary people, they can choose to discuss the development of science and technology with knowledgeable and wise scholars, or they can choose to stay in the Urumqi community, ignore everything, and live their own lives."
This is their individual choice; we are simply offering this possibility.
Just as we can make time progress, we cannot force the will of a wizard.
He turned and pointed to everything inside the factory: "And everything we're doing now, like this factory of yours, is so that wizards can make their own choices. Everyone can do what they want to do. Everyone can develop their future according to their own interests."
Penelope's eyes softened, partly because she was sure of her judgment—the person she had chosen was indeed exceptionally outstanding; and partly because she felt sorry for Ryan, a boy who was about her age and had already shouldered the future of countless people. Just thinking about such a burden made her feel breathless.
Letting the wizard make the choice himself—that's a powerful statement! It's the most audacious fantasy imaginable.
We want to give all living beings the option to make their own choices.
May all beings' desires be fulfilled and their wishes be granted.
You don't want to be a wizard's guide.
You want to be a god of this era.
She took two steps forward and stood beside Ryan, also leaning against the windowsill.
Before me lay lush green leaves, and beneath them, a small humped tree was stretching its limbs, having found a ray of sunlight among the thick grass.
"It has found its light. So have I," Penelope said softly.
Ryan nodded in agreement: "That's right, to see sunlight in a secluded place with thick, lush foliage. It's really rare."
He met Penelope's pitying gaze.
Ryan: ? ? ?
Penelope: Throughout history, those who achieve great things naturally possess unique qualities. Unexpectedly, someone has demonstrated their difference from others not through philanthropy or talent, but through their emotions—
She racked her brains trying to find a good adjective to describe Ryan's emotional reaction, but she couldn't think of one.
Until one day in the future, when she disguised herself and went to the Muggle world to do some research, she suddenly discovered that someone was mixing cement and pouring steel bars at a Muggle construction site, forming a cement pillar.
It wasn't until then that she realized that "cement sealing" could actually be a term.
But at this moment, although she was not emotionally affected by Ryan, she was affected by him in terms of the future of wizards and even global society.
She raised the issue of refining and producing the super weapon. The professor had already solved much of the production process for the super weapon, and they could handle the rest themselves.
If you can't calculate the result, just use magic to manipulate the power of your imagination and forcefully create the desired effect.
When it came to serious matters, the two became very interested and started doing calculations right there in the factory, oblivious to the rising and setting of the sun and moon outside.
During this time, Hagrid may have been instructed by Dumbledore to bring food to both Fluffy and Ryan and Penelope, as well as special lunchboxes made by house-elves.
Ryan could understand Hagrid bringing him food; after all, nothing could be kept from Dumbledore.
But the only thing Ryan didn't understand was why Hagrid was looking at him with such a strange expression, and why he was wearing new clothes?
Unfortunately, no matter how good the relationship between Ryan and Hagrid was, Hagrid was still able to keep his mouth shut when he wasn't drunk or intoxicated.
Before he left for the last time, he suggested that Ryan and Penelope could go back to Hogwarts Castle to spend some time there, and that there was no need to turn the factory into a calculation room.
After saying that, he carefully made his way through the mountain of parchment. Then, following the factory assembly line, he picked up what he thought was a small, large-caliber enchanted pistol and a bundle of bullets and left.
Hogwarts Castle.
Principal's Office.
Hagrid returned after delivering the food: "They're still there, they've been there for two or three days."
, 7
Hai Ge's voice was deep, and he was wearing brand-new clothes, trying his best to appear as a very reliable adult.