Blackstone Code Chapter 290: Nagalil and Governor

Nagalil is a coastal country located between the subtropics and the tropics. It is a very backward country and is full of virgin jungles.

People have always believed that there are rich mineral resources underground in Nagalil, plus rich forestry resources and various precious spices, this should be a rich country.

But it is not rich, not only rich but poor, and it is the social formation of Nagalil that creates poverty.

The people who live here have believed in their native religion for generations, believing that the workings of heaven and earth are immutable, and that every once in a while the world will usher in a destruction and then a new life.

What they have to do is go with it, not change anything.

Under the shackles of this ignorant and backward thinking, the upper class of the whole society begins to decay after solidifying. They don't need to worry that the lower class will oust them or even kill them because of various dissatisfaction, because all this is destiny !

So do people hate these people, of course, when these people lie on the bones of the people and do good things, there will definitely be some people's strong disgust.

But religion has given them a very satisfactory answer, that is, to curse these people, everything they do now will become the reason for them to fall into the eternal eternal pain and suffer eternal pain.

The harder and more cursed, the more miserable they will be when the cataclysm comes.

There are even some unique buildings called the "Land of Warnings" all over Nagalil, which is a magical place with a jaw-dropping function.

When someone can't bear all kinds of injustice in society, they will come here, and the priests stationed here will take them along the long walls on both sides of the warning place.

On these walls are carved and painted pictures of many human beings suffering. Some human beings are suffering under the torment of some terrible monsters. The sacrificial will tell those who come to seek solace, and those they hate will also suffer. All the suffering shown here has no end and is constantly reincarnating in the ocean of suffering.

After most people come here, they become calm, because those who hate them and hate them are destined to go to **** forever, and these kind people will have the opportunity to sublimate, Become a top man.

This is a well-established religious system, and it controls the people of Nagalil well, which gives the priests no less authority and power than those in power.

The frictions and struggles between theocracy and the regime have run through the long history of Nagalil, and they have devoted all their energy to these struggles, so that some civilizations that appeared later than them are now fully Aspects beyond them, far beyond!

There have been people who tried to change something, introducing foreign culture to shock Nagalil's ignorant and backward religious culture, but they failed.

These people who are very good at infighting stand closely together in the face of external challenges and fight against outsiders. Everything they do is just to maintain the power in their hands, never thinking about it. over others.

It is such a country, where many people are reluctant to come here to avoid trouble, but it is full of attractive luster to Lynch.

"His..."

Just after disembarking, Asir stood in the port and looked back at the passenger ship that was being replenished. There was a trace in his eyes that was difficult for others to notice...I don't know what it was, some nostalgia, some reluctance, some helplessness, some pain, Very complicated look.

He went back to his hometown, and from the air that poured into his lungs when he breathed, he knew he was home.

There is a peculiar smell unique to Nagalil in the air, a kind of sweaty smell and the stench caused by not cleaning the dense hair follicles for a long time, mixed with the sea smell, which has become a disgusting smell. , I can't spit it out, I can't say it's disgusting, and it tastes disgusting.

I don't know if there is any other place with this smell. Asil doesn't know. The only place where this smell exists in his memory is his hometown.

The streets are filled with locals, and few foreigners come here to do business, and there have been before.

Those foreigners are not only businessmen, but also brought some scientific research teams. They believe that there must be rich natural mineral resources hidden in the primitive jungles here, but these people disappeared completely after a period of time, mysterious disappeared.

No one would go to war for a few irrelevant people. Even the countries of these missing persons are too lazy to communicate with a group of backward and ignorant people. Gradually, foreigners are rare here, but not without them.

The local upper class also needs to enjoy and enjoy. They yearn for everything in the developed world, but they are also afraid. They need some people to send the things of the developed world here, so that they can enjoy far away here. everything.

These foreigners who can stay in the local area play such a role. They are like businessmen who specialize in purchasing some imported products for the local upper class, and each of them is very rich.

Aser, who had recovered from his trance, walked towards the center of the city. There are no sidewalks or vehicle lanes. The so-called road is a dirt road. People and vehicles are mixed together, and the traffic is often blocked.

In the past, when he was walking in such a place, the people around him would constantly have physical friction and collision with him. At that time, he thought it was nothing, but it is really disgusting to think about it now.

But this time, no one had "intimate" contact with him. People looked at the clothes on his body and chose to keep a distance. Their actions and actions seemed to respect him, but some eyes With a palpitating tinge of hatred.

People regard him as a big man, and it is instinct to avoid him, and so is hatred.

When he came out of the pier, he saw at a glance that several local people were standing outside the pier and talking loudly. The crowd was always at a distance from them, because these people wore clothes that only foreign countries could have.

In Nagalil, people who can wear imported clothes are often the upper class of society. These people have extremely terrible privileges. They can even execute some people they hate not only on trial, of course, they must also The price to pay for this arbitrary deprivation of other people's lives is about 10,000 galils.

Galil is the currency of Nagalil. According to the current fluctuations in the international exchange rate market, one federal sol can be exchanged for about forty galils, and ten thousand galils is the salary of a federal worker for a month. .

By the way, this exchange rate is the official exchange rate. On the black market, the federal sol can often be exchanged for ninety to one hundred galils. This is the exchange rate in circulation!

As long as the fine is paid, these people can be acquitted, because the money they paid will eventually be presented to the gods, and the sacrifices have been inspired by the divine signs. Most of the time, the gods are tolerant. They will forgive these people for their inadvertent mistakes.

If someone hates them?

Then go and curse them, the souls of these people will be eternally wailing in **** at the next great shattering.

When a small group of people in the crowd who were different from other places saw Asir, the expressions on their faces suddenly became vivid. The guy at the forefront looked about fifty years old, with black and white hair. hair, but his body is strong and strong.

This is Asir's father. His father had his first child when he was seventeen. Asir is his third child, but not the youngest.

"Welcome back, where's the boss you said?", Aser's father looked back through Aser's shoulder, and found nothing big.

In Nagalil, finding a big man is actually very simple. Just look at whether there are people around him, and how much distance people keep from him. You can know whether these people are big people.

The father and son were talking, and Asir's brothers also gathered around and talked about fun.

Over the years, Aser has inexplicably obtained the permanent residency of the Bayer Federation, which has made the family that belonged to the bottom all of a sudden rise. The money remitted to Aser's father's account every year is enough for them all Work can also be very comfortable.

Toasl's blessing, the family is now regarded as the upper middle class in the local society.

Several people were talking when suddenly a harsh whistle sounded in the distance, followed by a chaotic but inexplicable flow of people who began to panic and crowded to both sides of the street.

In the distance, there appeared some guys with wide-brimmed hats and what looked like police uniforms from developed countries. They were holding two-foot-long wooden sticks wrapped with cloth strips, and they kept beating the ordinary people on the side of the road who didn't dodge in time. People, drive them further to the side~IndoMTL.com~ When these people ran up to the Asir family, they didn't beat them with the stick, but took off their hats and saluted, which is also a local feature, the two poles of power Serious differentiation, strict class hierarchy.

At this time, there were only a few cars in the distance slowly driving along the clear road. The people sitting in the two cars in the middle seemed to be a little curious about the Asir family. One of the girls impresses Asir.

Very pretty girls, even though he has lived in the Baylor neighbors for many years, even though he also likes girls with fair skin like milk and super development.

But these are only physical impulses, not spiritual ones. This girl is very special and fits the culture that Asir has been exposed to since she was a child. She has some patterns on her face and wears traditional but also Very luxurious Nagalil jewelry, everything is so perfect.

The girl's eyes froze for a moment when they met him, and then she showed a smile. It may be that Asir's temperament that is different from the bottom of Nagalil makes people feel a little interesting, but it is only limited to that. .

The convoy passed quickly, and Aser was a little dazed when he saw the distant convoy covered by dust and people returning to the road.

"Whose motorcade is that?" he asked, looking at his father.

His father exclaimed, "It belongs to the Governor!"

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