Another side.
Before stepping into the snow hut, Colin stopped at the entrance, suddenly frowning and making his way to the right of the snow hut.
A row of bodies was neatly arranged here, the cold outside serving as the perfect place to store corpses.
"Respected Wizard Sir." Goss straightened up from laying down the body of a man he was holding and, alongside his companion, greeted Colin.
They were in the process of moving the body of the man Robin had brought over, arranging it neatly.
"He's not dead."
Colin, looking at the men at their feet with pale faces, said and then waved his hand, casting Healing Magic.
He could feel the man's spirit was still within his body, not dissipated, nor showing signs of falling apart.
"Not dead!?" Goss's eyes widened, exchanging an incredulous look with his companion.
But the coughing that came from beneath their feet a second later forced them to believe.
Goss quickly bent down to help the man up, but to his surprise, the man beneath him quickly recovered from appearing dead to bursting with vigor!
Even the wounds on his legs had mostly healed; he no longer needed Goss's support and stood up on his own, instinctively shouting:
"Where is Lisa? And my son? Have you seen them?"
The man's voice grew distant as Colin entered the snow hut.
What he didn't see was the man, upon understanding from Goss and his companion that he had just had his life spared, knelt in the snow, repeatedly kowtowing in his direction.
"In fact, if those Pureblood Families were willing to station a few more Wizards here and set up some Greenhouse Witch Arrays, the lives of the villagers in Ancient North Village could be greatly improved."
Shelley's spiritual telepathy suddenly sounded in Colin's mind.
Colin looked in her direction, though his gaze penetrated the air and landed on the many injured lying across the snow hut floor.
Some were unconscious, some missing arms, some missing feet...
Withdrawing his gaze, he continued to shake his head, "There's more than one Ancient North Village here, and there's more than one Ancient North Village in this world."
Moreover, getting those Pureblood Families to part with their interests without expecting anything in return was easier said than done.
That said, looking at the injured on the ground, Colin still conjured a few drops of Ancient Tree Spring, scattering it into a mist over the wounded before him.
Colin felt Shelley's tangible calm gaze settle on him.
Not until Colin couldn't resist touching his own cheek, intending to ask if there was something wrong with him, did Shelley slowly speak up:
"You're right, it's a difficult thing. We shouldn't expect one person to consume what belongs to them to help another without compensation."
Colin didn't respond; he just felt that if he was now standing at the top of the world, he probably wouldn't be as stingy as the Pureblood Families.
"Poverty makes a person good to oneself, riches make him her him his his his his his his his are are are to China and and and," said the old English proverb.
This was the precious treasure left to him from a past life, carved into the very marrow of someone born into that nation.
Shelley continued to telepathically communicate:
"A long time ago, someone told me a truth—
The reason ordinary people are beneath Wizards, the reason they can't become Wizards, is that they lack Talent and are not diligent or smart enough."
"And the reason Pureblood Families can enjoy those resources is that they have enough Talent and are born noble enough."
"I used to think it was true."
"But later, I discovered it was a complete lie."
Shelley's figure slowly emerged; she looked serene, but her clear pale blue eyes shimmered with an extraordinary light.
"The efforts, struggles... even the Talent of most people, in this world as it currently stands, essentially can't change anything."
Colin remained silent.
He was deeply aware of how severe the knowledge monopoly was in the Wizard World.
If not for Golden Paper, he would never have been able to reach his current status.
Shelley kept speaking.
She must have cast some kind of witchcraft, for although she revealed her form, people around still seemed not to see her.
"The people of Ancient North Village and those in Neustadt City are inherently no different at birth; their spirits are equally noble."
"We might not have to expect a person to consume what belongs to them to unconditionally help another," Shelley said again, her gaze sweeping over the gradually recovering injured around her, her expression calm, her eyes like deep quiet pools,
"But I believe, those Pureblood Family Wizards, when they become High Rank Wizards, when they achieve success, should at least understand—
Those who do not become High Rank Wizards, who do not achieve success like them, are often not less intelligent or less hardworking, but just lack the same conditions."
"When they realize this, they should be grateful and should help the weak, making this world a better place—
Because part of what they possess is not necessarily deserved."
Shelley finished speaking, turned her head to look at Colin, and then asked in a soft voice,
"Do you know of the Truth Society, Colin?"