People who believe in the God of Justice inevitably harbor discrimination against criminals, even if their crimes are not serious.
Justice and the law are the political correctness of this nation.
It is difficult for these people to find jobs on the surface that will accept them.
Even walking outside, they are pointed at by people they know.
This is hard for those who have come out of the Fortress of Meropide to accept.
Although it is a prison, the Fortress of Meropide is not a bad place.
On the contrary, it has a humane system and strict but not harsh supervision.
Many prisoners even feel that life here is much easier than in the outside world and are unwilling to be released.
For most prisoners, the Duke’s rehabilitation is very successful.
They could have started their lives over after being released from prison and welcomed a brand new life, because their crimes have already been atoned for in prison.
Those who cannot atone for them will never be able to leave the Fortress of Meropide in their lifetime.
But when they reach the outside world, the Court of Fontaine is not so tolerant.
They cannot find work, are ostracized, and in the end, can only huddle together for warmth in the sewers at the very bottom of Fontaine.
And such an underground community, which is mostly composed of ex-convicts, makes public security a big problem.
In the past, this place was always a paradise for criminals, until the arrival of Callas.
He led the Spina di Rosula to reorganize the Order of the Fleuve Cendre and helped many people here.
You can even see a young doctor who graduated from the Akademiya.
She grew up in the Fleuve Cendre, impoverished but gifted.
It was Mr.
Callas who sponsored her studies, with the condition that she return here after completing her studies to become a doctor here, with her salary provided by the Spina di Rosula.
From studies to work, the Spina di Rosula took care of everything.
Under Callas’s efforts, the Fleuve Cendre gradually returned to normal.
Those gangs were basically all thrown into the Fortress of Meropide.
Although the remaining people here have complex identities and there are swindlers and the like lurking about, it has ultimately changed from a black area to a gray zone, with the most basic Order.
Callas also tried to help the people here get out, but most of the residents inside were unwilling to leave.
The discrimination from people outside…
Eris said bluntly: “I know that it has been well managed by the Spina di Rosula, but the Spina di Rosula is, after all, a non-governmental organization.
I’m not saying I don’t trust Navia, but the emergence of such areas represents the dereliction of duty by the government.”
“Pardon my bluntness, but the Fleuve Cendre cannot be turned around by these tens of millions of Mora,” hearing this, Neuvillette shook his head, “We have also tried to solve the problems of the Fleuve Cendre.
Regarding Mr.
Callas’s good deeds, Palais Mermonia has also provided a lot of help.”
Otherwise, no matter how good the reputation of the Spina di Rosula is, they really don’t have the law enforcement power to reorganize such an area.
The most effective way to deal with the gangs that controlled the Fleuve Cendre was to call the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol.
It is precisely because the people there naturally harbor distrust towards the Fontaine government that Palais Mermonia tacitly allowed the Spina di Rosula to establish Order there.
The relationship between Callas and the Fontaine government was once very close, as can be seen from the fact that several crucial waterways were all donated, built, and named by him.
His death was truly something no one could have foreseen.
Even Neuvillette thought that if Callas could not win the duel, he would admit defeat, then go to the Fortress of Meropide to serve his sentence, and then he could slowly investigate this case.
But who knew he was so unyielding, preferring to die in the arena rather than plead guilty.
That day, it was not just Navia who wept while watching Callas die rather than submit.
He did not understand.
Callas could have lived, but why was he so persistent, even if it meant sacrificing his life to…
But the law of Fontaine is like this; it cannot show mercy outside the law to anyone.
“The Fleuve Cendre, ah,” hearing this, Furina also sighed, “In the end, its appearance is entirely due to the collective discrimination against criminals in Fontaine society.
The root cause is actually with me…”
But as the God of Justice and Law, and a fake one at that, she dared not publicly declare that one should not discriminate against criminals.
Furina had been walking on thin ice all these years.
In Order to maintain her lies and not be exposed, even though she knew there were problems with the Fontaine government, with the 500-year mark approaching and the prophecy crisis imminent, she could not touch anything.
She was afraid that Fontaine, which she had worked so hard to keep in balance, would be blown up directly due to a chain reaction caused by some inconspicuous little action.
She did not have the confidence, and reality did not allow her to choose.
“Since we can’t move it for now, let’s put it aside first,” hearing this, Eris said helplessly: “After that day comes, I will go with you to solve this problem.”
“Mm,” hearing this, Furina took her hand, “It’s a promise.”
“It’s a promise.”
Neuvillette looked at the two of them and said helplessly: “You two, the matter before us has not been solved yet.
How exactly should that money be used?”
“If it really doesn’t work, just treat it as me inviting all of Fontaine to a feast,” hearing this, Eris said with a resigned attitude: “Go invite chefs from all nations across Teyvat, set up tables all the way from the Vasari Passage at the city gate to Palais Mermonia, and then hold a cooking competition, so everyone can happily play for two days.”
“…Then this money might not be enough,” hearing this, Neuvillette calculated in his heart, “Inviting chefs from all countries is easy to say, but the key is setting up from the city gate to Palais Mermonia; anyone can come to eat for free…
Such a large scale would probably empty half the chefs of all countries.”
“From ingredients to labor to organization, the difficulty is just too great.”
“Can’t you see I’m talking nonsense?” hearing this, Eris rolled her eyes at him, “Neuvillette, you really have no sense of humor.”
“Pardon my bluntness, but we are discussing serious matters,” Neuvillette shook his head and said seriously: “A sense of humor is not necessary.”
“Still, listen to me,” hearing this, Furina puffed out her chest proudly: “This money is actually easy to solve.
Not every Fontaine citizen has been to other countries.
It’s not just me who wants to go out and see; many people have such thoughts.”
“And we in Fontaine have a good thing: movies.”
“After things are resolved, I’ll be the director, you’ll be the screenwriter, we’ll recruit actors on the spot, and we’ll go to every country to shoot a big movie!
After we come back, we’ll screen it for the people of Fontaine for free.”
Furina winked and said: “I guarantee it will satisfy the vast majority of people!”
“Movies, plus the Fleuve Cendre, the reconstruction of the Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering,” hearing this, Eris looked out the window, “Plus, um, that matter.
It seems we still have many things to do.”
“Right, right,” Furina grabbed her hand, “We’ll do it together.”
“Father.”
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”