"The power of magical beasts is truly great!"
A craftsman from Kalos couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
After their initial shock, the veteran official Callen and the others also showed expressions of deep thought.
If their Kalos could also learn to utilize the power of these magical beasts, would they also be able to fill the stomachs of the Commoners and no longer suffer from hunger?
Alfred led the group for a walk through the ridges of the fields, and seeing the scene before them, everyone praised it without exception.
Farmland and Pokémon habitats were integrated. For the Pokémon, the farmland was their "home," and for humans, the Pokémon residing near the farmland could help the crops grow.
It almost perfectly realized the concept of "symbiotic coexistence."
After visiting the farmland, the group headed to a Factory in Unova.
Hearing this unfamiliar name, the first reaction of the Kalos people was a dark, damp, and filthy place where a large number of Slaves gathered.
But when they actually arrived there, they discovered that the Unova Factory was completely different from what they had imagined.
Inside the huge workshop, there was no darkness or dampness, nor were there dying laborers and Slaves.
Instead, there were bright electric lights, orderly machinery, and Pokémon working in perfect harmony with the craftsmen.
Klinklang spun rapidly, precisely polishing parts.
Machoke steadily carried heavy steel, its movements light yet not rough.
Charizard controlled its flames perfectly, providing a stable temperature for the forging furnace.
Chansey was on one side of the workshop, ready to provide healing and care for tired or injured craftsmen at any time.
Everything was so orderly and well-organized.
Callen and the others were stunned.
Alfred, standing nearby, said with a smile: "Whether it's the banks or the factories, these are all initiatives conceived by His Majesty Draconis. These assembly line factories have expanded the scale of production, increasing the kingdom's output while providing a large number of jobs for the Commoners, solving their employment issues."
"Commoners?" Callen noticed a key term: "Not Slaves?"
Alfred gave him a somewhat surprised look, then explained tactfully:
"The Kingdom of Unova has long since done away with Slaves; everyone is an equal freeman."
"What?" Everyone was greatly shocked: "How is that possible?"
"Lord Alfred, isn't this a bit too absurd? Without Slaves, who would do the hardest, lowest-level work? Those nobles have long been used to the existence of serfs; they would surely resist with all their might!" Callen exclaimed.
"No matter the job, as long as it's done, one receives compensation. Therefore, even the hardest work will have people willing to do it. They are not Slaves, but equal freemen in an employment relationship with us; we pay them wages, and they work for us."
"Whether it's the maids in the castle or the sanitation workers cleaning the streets, it's the same. They have wages, rest, and dignity. After their labor ends, they can receive enough compensation to go home and accompany their families. No one will hit or scold them at will, and no one treats them as private property."
"Since His Majesty Draconis took office, he abolished the Slave system. Although many people resisted initially, under the pressure of His Majesty Draconis and the Divine Dragon Kyurem, those voices gradually quieted down," Alfred explained.
Hearing these words, the Kalos people were dumbfounded.
In Kalos, Slaves spent their entire lives chiseling stone and forging, rarely even getting a full meal, and beatings were commonplace...
But here, anyone could be treated as a 'person.'
Is this... is this really a life they could possess?
The eyes of a young craftsman were filled with envy.
He had grown up in the workshops of Kalos since childhood, accustomed to dark and damp workshops, the smell of rust mixed with blood, and the shouts of overseers along with the painful wails of Slaves.
There, Slaves were like livestock, without names or dignity, laboring from dawn until late at night. The slightest mistake led to whipping and punishment. They worked themselves to death their whole lives, where even a full meal or a complete piece of clothing was a luxury.
But in the factories of Unova, there were no chains, no violence, and no endless exploitation.
Bright electric lights illuminated every corner, clean and tidy machinery was neatly arranged, and human workers labored alongside Pokémon, respecting and cooperating with each other.
Klinklang operated with precision and efficiency, Machoke carried loads steadily and powerfully, Charizard gently controlled its flames, and Chansey moved through the crowd, tenderly healing every weary laborer.
There was no high or low, no master or servant, only working together with one heart, only stability and hope.
The Kalos people stood in the center of the workshop, their bodies stiff and their minds severely shaken.
Callen's aged face was full of disbelief. Stepping forward, his voice trembled: "You just said... Unova completely abolished the Slave system?"
"That's right. Since His Majesty Draconis ascended the throne, he issued a decree to abolish slavery and liberate all bound subjects." A smile appeared on Alfred's face.
"Within the borders of Unova, no one can own others as private property, and no one can bully others at will. Everyone, regardless of origin, occupation, or wealth, is equal."
"Then what about the noble forces?" Callen followed up urgently. "Clans have been entrenched for thousands of years, and the nobility is deeply rooted, viewing Slaves as their foundation. If slavery is abolished, there will inevitably be a frantic backlash and chaos throughout the land!"
Alfred gave a light laugh, his gaze firm.
"His Majesty Draconis's will is resolute, suppressing all voices of opposition with absolute strength. Coupled with Kyurem's presence to guard the nation, those nobles who attempted to oppress the subjects and cling to the old system had no room for resistance."
"His Majesty said that the meaning of a country's existence is to protect its subjects, not to oppress them."
"The so-called nobility and power are never meant to trample on the bottom layer, but to let more people live and work in peace. Prosperity supported by Slaves is but a pavilion built on sand—seemingly magnificent, but collapsing at a touch. Only when everyone is equal and the people's hearts are stable can a country truly be strong."
These words were like a thunderous roar, shaking the souls of everyone from Kalos, leaving them speechless for a long time.
They were born in the strictly hierarchical Kalos, having been indoctrinated all their lives with the concept that people are divided into noble and lowly, with a set order of status.
Nobles were born noble, Slaves were born lowly, and magical beasts were born to be tools. This was an ingrained perception, a rule of heaven that everyone accepted by default.
Slaves should work without complaint, be driven, be beaten and scolded, and have their lives discarded at will.
Commoners should revere the nobility, obey the powerful, and barely scrape by.
Magical beasts should be tamed, imprisoned, and used as tools for war and labor.
For thousands of years, no one questioned it, and no one resisted.
But today, everything in Unova completely shattered the rules they had held onto all their lives.
No Slaves, no oppression, no high or low status.
Laborers had compensation, the weary had rest, the injured had healing, and ordinary people had dignity.
Hard labor was no longer for mere survival, but for a better life.
Pokémon were no longer tools, but family, partners, and close friends walking side by side.
Light, equality, stability, warmth...
These were scenes they didn't even dare to dream of, yet now, they were truly appearing before their eyes.
An old craftsman who had worked in the workshops of Kalos for many years looked at the harmonious scene before him and couldn't help but get teary-eyed, tears falling silently.
In his life, his hands were covered in callouses and scars. He had spent his life forging weapons and building palaces for nobles, and in return, he received hunger, illness, and occasional beatings.
He had seen too many companions die of exhaustion, too many children enslaved from a young age, and too many vibrant lives recklessly trampled upon.
He had always thought that everyone in the world lived such a painful and struggling existence.
It wasn't until he came to Nimbasa City and the factories of Unova that he knew.
It turned out that ordinary people could walk without bowing their heads.
It turned out that laborers could be respected and treated well.
It turned out that a person could live with such dignity.
"In Unova, as long as one is willing to labor, they will have a stable life, sufficient food, and a warm home," Alfred continued softly. "Factories pay compensation on time, and the people can use that compensation to buy food, clothing, housing, and transportation. The streets are clean, the public security is stable, no one goes hungry, and no one suffers from the cold."
"What His Majesty wants to do is never to build a powerful army or a luxurious palace, but to let every ordinary person hold their head high and live out their life in peace and joy."
AZ stood quietly to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end.
His posture was tall and straight, and his face was calm, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were already tightly clenched.
At this moment, his heart was full of shock.
Everything before him had already exceeded his understanding, to the point where he didn't know how to react for a moment.
As if sensing AZ's mood, the eternal flower Floette gently landed on his shoulder, its soft petals lightly brushing AZ's cheek, soothing the churning emotions within him.
AZ looked at the craftsmen with peaceful smiles in the Factory, watching these scenes one after another.
He finally understood.
A truly powerful kingdom is not about how sharp its weapons are or how vast its territory is.
But that the young are nurtured, the laborers are rewarded, the elderly have support, the people have dignity, and all living beings are treated well.
Prosperity brought by oppression and slavery is ultimately an illusion; peace forged by equality and protection is eternal.
Unova has no strict hierarchy, no endless wars, and no painful slavery, yet it possesses a power ten thousand times stronger than Kalos.
That is the direction of people's hearts, the light of hope, and the most indestructible force in the world.
Callen trembled all over and bowed deeply to Alfred, his posture incredibly respectful.
"Having seen this today, I finally know what the true way of governing a country is, and what a true era of prosperity for the people looks like. Kalos has clung to the old system and remained closed off for a thousand years, causing its subjects to fall deep into suffering. This is the fault of us who serve as officials."
The surrounding officials and craftsmen all bowed their heads, their hearts full of shame and longing.
Compared to Kalos, Unova was the true paradise on earth.
Alfred quickly helped Callen up, his tone gentle: "Unova was not born perfect. It's just that His Majesty Draconis has the people in his heart, and with humans and Pokémon working together, we have the scene we see today."
"The path is walked by people, and systems are changed by people. As long as one has kindness and the subjects in their heart, it's not too late for anything; everything can be changed."
As his voice fell, the entire Factory became quiet.
The soft cries of Pokémon, the steady operation of machines, and the gentle conversations of craftsmen intertwined into the most warm and moving movement.
There were no shouts or whippings, only peace, hope, and the endless life of the human world.
The Kalos people silently watched everything before them, carving every scene deep into their hearts.
...
Leaving the Factory, Alfred led the Kalos delegation toward the core of the city.
Passing through crisscrossing streets, a magnificent architectural complex came into view ahead.
White outer walls were paired with golden patterns, and towering spires pierced the clouds. At the entrance stood statues of two small dinosaurs—dinosaur dolls left behind after the Substitute move was used.
"Everyone, this is the Pokémon League headquarters of the Unova region."
Alfred stopped and introduced them to the group with a hint of pride in his tone: "This is the core of Pokémon training and competition for the entire region, as well as a hub for communication and mutual assistance between humans and Pokémon."
The Kalos people looked up, feeling a sense of solemnity wash over them. This building before them revealed a majestic aura, reflecting the concepts of "collaboration" and "win-win" everywhere.
Walking into the League hall, everyone couldn't help but look around.
The hall was filled with people; everywhere one could see Trainers with Pokémon resting, undergoing assessments, and communicating.
In the center of the hall was a huge blackboard with some Pokémon conservation data, Trainer exchange activities, and information about large numbers of wild Pokémon appearing around Nimbasa City written in chalk.
At the information desk on the left, a staff member was patiently answering a Trainer's questions.
In the lounge area on the right, Trainers of different ages were sitting together, sharing their experiences with Pokémon, while a few Minccino and Riolu played nearby. The atmosphere was relaxed and warm.
"Lord Alfred, what is this place?" Callen couldn't help but ask.
Alfred smiled and then explained softly:
"Living together is not the only way for humans and Pokémon to interact. In Unova, the Pokémon League is the main venue for promoting Pokémon battles."
"Pokémon... battles?"
"That's right. Trainers catch Pokémon, train them, and command them to battle other Trainers to determine the strongest Trainer and reach the peak of Unova."
"And the Pokémon League is the place that uniformly manages these Trainers and hosts various events, while also taking on the mission of handling incidents caused by Pokémon throughout the kingdom."
Competition, battle, command, training...
These unfamiliar terms were only half-understood by the Kalos people.
Someone couldn't help but ask the questions in their heart, and Alfred patiently answered them one by one.
For example, the format of the competitions, how injured Pokémon are treated, how to raise and catch wild Pokémon, and so on.
Listening to these words, Callen stroked his beard, his gaze sweeping across the orderly scene in the hall, his eyes full of wonder.
Humans and Pokémon could actually be like this?
Doesn't this mean that in the Kingdom of Unova, everyone can become a powerful 'Beast Tamer'?
Some even saw the future of all this.
Pokémon Centers, the Grand Arena, traveling, the Pokémon League, Poké Balls...
This was not a whim at all, but a complete industrial chain. The virtuous cycle of interests within it could even bring a terrifying harvest to the entire kingdom!
Not just financial income, but an improvement in strength.
Imagine if the Kingdom of Unova encountered a situation like theirs in the future.
Then the thousands upon thousands of 'Beast Tamers' in the Kingdom of Unova would set out simultaneously, likely crushing the enemy army in an instant.
Thinking of this, the people of Kalos couldn't help but gasp in unison.
How terrifying!
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