Since Xing Chen had to work, he had limited time to integrate the power of the Tara people. Therefore, the broader work of uniting their common will to resist was actually left to Theresa.
"It should be here."
Xing Chen asked Helen for the address of the injured worker, then gave it to Theresa, asking her to visit the unfortunate man on behalf of the workers.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. William's house?"
Theresa gently knocked on the thin tin door. A dirty Feline woman cautiously opened a crack. Seeing her black pointed horns, she immediately intended to close the door.
However, her strength and reaction speed could not compare to the top combat power of the Sarkaz. Theresa easily gained control of the door.
"Demon... What do you want? We have nothing here."
"I'm not here to steal things..."
"Alright, let her in. I know her... Theresa, right? She is Xing Chen's wife."
Theresa was a little embarrassed, but she did not choose to explain. She did indeed have feelings for Xing Chen that went beyond ordinary friendship.
"I brought your work uniform," Theresa took out the mended work uniform from the basket. Although it could not provide protection, not a single cent of the money owed could be less. Following the principle of not wasting, Xing Chen recycled it and gave it to Theresa.
Due to the lack of soap and other washing supplies, a lot of bloodstains remained. As for the holes, under her exquisite craftsmanship, they were basically unnoticeable.
"Oh, right, Xing Chen also told me to bring you some food. Here are some wild vegetables, mushrooms, berries, and a feathered beast egg."
Hearing Theresa mention that she brought food, the two Felines in the room suddenly had their eyes light up, and "grumbling" sounds began to echo in the empty house.
"What are you waiting for! Go prepare dinner!"
Soon, a steaming pot of stew was placed on the table.
"Ms. Theresa, would you like a bowl?"
"No, thank you," Theresa quickly waved her hand to refuse the invitation, "I want to ask, how many families like yours are there in this town?"
Xing Chen had provided Theresa with a mobile phone and a computer, naturally preparing her to learn about the history of her country.
He felt that Theresa was not his compatriot and could not understand the developmental history of his civilization, but at least, she could do certain tasks very well.
"There are many," William hastily shoveled the stew into his mouth. The warm food quickly restored his strength and mood. "The house you live in used to belong to a fellow worker whose hand was crushed off. After his accident, he lost his source of income... and then, his body could no longer withstand Oripathy..."
"I'm sorry..." Theresa deeply felt the sadness in the other party's heart.
"Ms. Theresa, you don't need to apologize. You are a good demon... Sarkaz."
"Then I want to gather everyone together so we can support each other. Can you help me?"
"We can, but what we can do is very limited..."
"That's because you haven't realized your own strength." Theresa said with a smile... It didn't take Theresa long to gather the workers who had been dismissed due to work injuries.
Everyone sat in a crescent shape, facing Theresa.
"Ms. Theresa, I've called everyone who can still move on their own," William said to Theresa, then returned to his seat.
"Thank you." Theresa nodded to William. "Alright, I won't waste any more words. The reason I invited everyone here today is to discuss how we can help each other..."
Initially, the discussion only involved division of labor, such as former farm workers finding ways to use their connections to steal some food, and former and current daily necessities factory workers cooperating to smuggle some essential goods.
Taking things directly would easily be discovered by the Victoria people. However, after these stolen goods were circulated through other people's hands, their origin would become completely untraceable.
Some workers had no children, but those who did, unable to provide their children with education, could only send them to work as child laborers. Theresa's goal was to win over the latter.
But soon, this meeting turned into a condemnation rally. Theresa discovered that the vision she described for Babel was equally applicable in Tara.
It was even easier to achieve because the Tara people were an oppressed group, whereas Babel was composed of idealists from different races.
"The oppression of the Victoria people is endless. Are you willing to watch your generations suffer this injustice?"
"Yes, I was injured, and they fired me without compensation. My eldest son died in there, and they only gave me a few moldy potatoes." A Feline in the crowd immediately followed up.
No one understood discrimination and oppression better than the Sarkaz. Theresa quickly began to gain the empathy of everyone present.
"We should break these chains that bind us through resistance, so that we and our descendants can sleep peacefully in a better tomorrow."
"We want to expel the Victoria people! We want independence! We want a better life!"
Theresa gradually understood some of Xing Chen's thoughts. Looking at the agitated Tara people, she shook her head, casting away the idea of recreating Babel.
The crowd's commotion grew louder, but for now, they were not ready for armed resistance.
Theresa raised her hand, signaling for everyone to listen to her, "We need to prepare, mobilize more Tara people, gain the support of more forces, and deliver a fatal blow to the Victoria people."
"But we don't have Art units, nor do we have military-grade weapons." Among the agitated crowd, there were also people who thought calmly.
"Who said we don't? Aren't there Tara-composed regiments in the local troops? They are also targets we should win over."
"My son seems to be in the peacekeeping force, and he's been bullied a lot. Those Victoria officials forced him to bully the Tara people, otherwise, they would replace him with a more obedient traitor, leaving our family to starve."
The Victoria people would not allow the Tara people to truly enter elite troops, and the peacekeeping force's (lackey's) weapons were limited and not of high quality. To arm a team, they would need more equipment.
Xing Chen had told Theresa that he had a way to get, or more accurately, to produce more weapons. She chose to trust Xing Chen.
The meeting ended. The attendees carried their hatred for Victoria to their family and friends who did not attend. The seeds of rebellion would take root and sprout in this small town.