Chapter 929
Chapter 929 - Nine Hundred and Fifteen: Paradise
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Lu Ping’an finally refrained from ruthlessly forcing Brother Guan to cross-dress for work.
It wasn’t that Old Guan was overly resistant, rather...
"Miscalculation, just cross-dressing is meaningless..."
The Feather Tribe isn’t mammalian like humans; they more closely resemble birds in many aspects and recognize each other through more than just facial features... at least, faces aren’t their primary focus.
"How about dyeing all the feathers?"
"Um, the difference in body shapes is too big, this is the first time I’ve realized there could be such a difference in curves."
"Forget it, it’s hopeless..."
To the seemingly uniform Black Feather Clan, only when you really take the feathers into account do you see significant differences.
The males’ feathers are not only longer and larger but also exhibit a distinct sheen under sunlight, which in Lu Ping’an’s case, bursting with life force, is particularly noticeable.
The color of the feathers is actually the tribe’s true "beauty"... and these cannot be replicated merely with paint and disguises.
They observe each other by first looking at feathers and physique, and then at the face.
In the end, Lu Ping’an could only let go of the idea and let Miss Rou carry on with her own busy affairs.
But considering her low combat abilities, Lu Ping’an had her bring along Ah Jiu.
Ah Jiu, the peculiar life form that could "disappear" at any moment, could also be effective here. Most ingeniously, even if it were forced to make a move, its obvious Beast form wouldn’t implicate the espionage level.
It’s worth mentioning that among Lu Ping’an’s "Magic Pets," Ah Jiu, who was still in its growth period, received the most advancements in this world.
Of course, this was mainly because Little Flame had low intelligence, Mumu was a tree, and Zhi Xi encountered a bottleneck that stalled her level...
Anyway, with this phantom Beast watching over her, Lu Ping’an shouldn’t have to worry about Miss Rou and her store encountering any problems.
After all, this world appears harmonious, but who can ensure that it truly is all peaceful?
"...this place, it’s a bit like the Renaissance period of Steampunk, uh, and also a bit like the Golden Age of North America..."
After a short time living here, Lu Ping’an gave this world a rather high rating.
The former refers to the technology and landscapes; this place has strange metal vehicles, various convenient airships (aircraft), and all kinds of Puppets, big and small... It’s worth mentioning that there are still no signs of Artificial Intelligence here.
"For many civilizations, an Artificial Intelligence revolt is a high-probability unavoidable fatal calamity, so having these restrictions is quite normal," said Big Cat, the explanation hardly different from that on Earth.
Walking on the streets, watching self-propelling "Carriages" transporting children to and fro, and Lu Ping’an also felt quite intrigued... he noticed that the power source for these contraptions was "human."
"So, even Ordinary Persons can use this Extraordinary technology..."
The Carriage had neither oil nor electricity; a carter merely had to casually pedal on it for the vehicle to move slowly but steadily forward. The odd yet consistent gear rotation made Lu Ping’an inexplicably think of "Perpetual Motion Machines."
And a child could effortlessly command medium-sized Puppets to run around, laughing as they were tossed about... Though the Carriages were slow and the Puppets seemed as fragile as toys, Lu Ping’an truly couldn’t find any extra Power Sources; they seemed as normal as "Hammers" or "Nails."
Lu Ping’an was somewhat interested in this, but also knew that even with Analysis, there probably wouldn’t be any results.
This must be some auxiliary technology of the civilization; even if taken away, it would likely not acclimatize well to different soil and water.
Compared to these metal products, what surprised Lu Ping’an more was the extremely low cost of living essentials here. In fact, even an ordinary worker could easily afford a life with a house, car, dog, and girl, and take a three-month trip abroad each year—a life of high welfare.
"...Society’s wealth and distribution are also overflowing..."
To say it resembled the golden age of North America was because of the envy the social structure and welfare elicited.
Along the way, Lu Ping’an noticed that in most cases, it was the females who came out to work, with a ratio of at least nine to one.
This also meant that just one "lady" going out to work could easily support an entire family.
"...What an enviable era."
This indicated that the society’s "wealth" was quite affluent, even excessive, and there was no monopoly in distribution—or more outrageously, even if monopolies and super-rich people existed, ordinary people could still maintain a quite decent social life.
The overly sufficient reality also led to the myth of low crime rates, which sometimes is merely because there are fewer people with no options left.
On another note, Lu Ping’an also saw the "police," whose gear was much more powerful than that of the Knight colleagues from his brother’s world.
Especially when it came to their "police cars," which were a kind of special medium-sized Puppets, they often carried a type of special feather product...
"...This weapon, it makes me feel threatened."
The armament of a regular cop was enough to make Lu Ping’an feel threatened, and such a level of public security made him increasingly uncomfortable.
By the way, "Miss Rou’s Alchemy Shop" went on a huge sale as soon as it was launched.
Clearly, in any world, some things remain the same, and some professions are still in demand.
"Both went back to their old trade..."
Lu Ping’an sighed. The information he had just gathered indicated that the two unlucky fellows who had redeemed themselves had, after searching for work for three days to no avail, gone to apply for a job at a "bar," working in their old trade.
"Three days without eating, yet they won’t starve to death... Uh, I hope they haven’t woken up something weird."
Recalling his casual visit to the bar, Lu Ping’an saw the two fully engaged in their work with utter concentration and suspected they might actually be enjoying it.
Not to mention, it was indeed possible. That giant man with coarse hair resembling a gorilla, who would be generally unpopular on Earth, yet here he could have his pick...
"...Uh, forget it, I can’t think too much about this."
Lu Ping’an shook his head. Everyone has their own choices, and a blessing is enough—after all, it’s easy for professionals in that field to get information, which is somewhat helpful for intelligence work.
And the youngest of them, Lu Feifei, managed to find work at a Hatching House.
"Uh, probably a kindergarten auntie..." The person was vague, it was as good as not saying anything.
Lu Ping’an secretly went to take a look once and, seeing his compatriot holding a large egg with a face full of maternal love and whispering to it constantly, immediately shuddered.
He remembered, when the rings were distributed at the beginning, the task issuer had reminded him that the "species transformation" device should not be used for too long. One should take it off after a while; otherwise, it would lead to a series of cognitive biases...
"Don’t take the old stager’s warning as a joke, when you realize there’s a problem, it’s usually too late..."
Initially, those who received the tasks, the senior professionals, seemed to really take the so-called experts who lectured about precautions as a joke.
Not to say, these past days, he could also differentiate between good and bad feathers, the features of various attractive birds...
"...Brother Guan, your efforts must not go wasted. How about this, you switch to being the ’homemaker’."
— End of Chapter 929 —