Blackstone Code Chapter 302: Hunting

The five sons in front of the Governor of Degra were silent about his questions. In such an environment, they did not need to study hard at all, because power is passed down.

When the Governor of Tegra felt that he was not strong enough to manage what was happening in the province, he would pass the position of Governor directly to one of his children and then to the central government in Nagalil Explain.

After a fair, just and transparent election by the people, his child became the next provincial governor and has already taken office.

As for whether the central government has any ideas or opinions, they don't care.

This kind of inheritance of power, which is almost equivalent to hereditary system, has made the ruling class lose their self-motivation. They do or don't do it. In the end, they are still the ruling class, so why not enjoy their own life comfortably?

In the early years, the situation was a little better. After all, the regime and theocracy were still fighting every day. If the characters who hold the regime in their hands are too stupid, there will be those high priests to teach them how to be human beings, and even put them They kicked out the ruling class.

In order to continue to enjoy the wonderful taste of power lying on the heads of the people, they need to be more or less proficient in political struggle, but this generation is obviously not good.

The struggle between political power and theocracy is becoming more and more formalized, and before you know it, people seem to be used to only shouting slogans but not doing it. They become more rotten, more rotten, and more rotten than before!

The somewhat disappointed Governor of Degra did not show his disappointment. He looked at the five sons with different expressions, and the pursed lips lost some blood due to the force, and looked a little pale.

"Help him, stare at him, and find out what he's up to, don't trust him too much, and don't show hostility too soon!"

His son suddenly interjected, "Like before!"

Degra wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. If this kind of thing happened to someone else's child, he would laugh and say "the child is still young, sooner or later he will learn how to fly in the sky", but this It's his own child, he can't laugh.

The times are different, maybe...

Degla's eyes have changed a bit. Whether Lynch is here to make a fortune or join in the fun, he may be a good whetstone.

One of these kids will eventually take his place. They need to wrestle and setback. The people of the temple are afraid to deal with these young people in order to avoid the situation getting out of hand. What about Lynch?

He's not here, he's not here, will he behave differently?

Governor Degra smiled without saying a word, which caused the other children to glance jealously at their eldest brother.

They may be ignorant of many things, but they know that there is only one person who can inherit the position of Governor!

The effect of the evening banquet soon showed its terrifying power after a night of fermentation, and the whole province of Magurana began to act, which was an excellent opportunity to make money.

Early in the morning, Lynch hadn't gotten up yet. He just got off the boat yesterday, and he drank some wine at night, which made him a little tired.

He is indeed very young, but he also needs to rest.

At about half past six, the sky in Nagalil was completely bright, and the knock on the door from outside the room also woke Lynch from his dream.

The entire floor is an independent suite, and there are layers of bodyguards outside to protect him, so he doesn't need to worry about his own safety.

The only person who can knock on the door at this time is Aser, except for the sergeant.

"Come in!" He folded the pillow and sat on the soft leather bag at the head of the bed, simply brushing his messy hair.

It was Aser who pushed in the door. Lynch had a smile on his face. Aser has done a good job here during this period of time. This is something to be commended, and he doesn't mind showing some Smile, "Sorry, I just woke up, so..."

He was apologizing for his disheveled clothes, but Asir was a little flattered. After a little stunned for two seconds, he stood at the end of the bed and lowered his head and said, "Mr Hasana is in the lobby of the hotel, he wants to invite you to the hunting ground. Take a turn."

"Hasanna?", Lynch was a little dazed, he forgot who it was, he saw too many people last night, and he also drank.

Aser quickly explained, "It's the fur merchant, he is one of the largest local fur merchants."

The population of the entire country of Nagalil is concentrated in the coastal part of the country and on the edge of the grasslands. They do not live in the deeper jungle or grasslands, which are full of various predators.

People often say that human beings are the natural enemies of animals, that is, under the premise that human beings have modern weapons and sufficient numerical superiority, if a person is thrown into the primitive jungle, it will take no more than 24 hours for this person become the nourishment of nature.

The slow industrial development in Nagalil over the years has also protected the natural environment here. Even now, there are often news of some beasts attacking the village, causing casualties of humans and animals.

This can't be seen in the Federation. Those beasts who have been educated by modern civilized society have to hide in the protected area. How can it be so wild here?

Here, as long as you leave the city circle, it is the hunting area, and you can see all kinds of prey.

Before the World War, there were also some people who came here specially to hunt and enjoy the fun of conquering nature, but with the outbreak of the World War, these people became less and less, and almost disappeared.

After a little grooming, Lynch took some bodyguards to meet Hasanna, the chubby fur merchant, in the lobby of the hotel.

The two gave a simple greeting before Hasana explained his intentions.

"I asked my nephew after I went back yesterday, and he told me that there will be some beasts' migration routes passing by our side recently..." He said that he was already slightly bald when he touched it, and there was not much left. More curly hair, "We're going to organize a hunt today. I don't think Mr. Lynch has seen it before. Maybe you'd be interested in taking a look?"

Lynch thought about it and agreed. This is also a social process.

The group then left the hotel in several vehicles.

The city is not big. When he came yesterday, Lynch saw a lot of things. When he left the city today, he thought he had some knowledge about it, but when he really left the city circle, he didn't know anything about it. Realize that what he sees is not all here.

Outside the city circle, it is not the wild or farmland, but a large area of ​​shanty towns, almost no end of the shanty towns. The air here exudes an unpleasant stench, which is more terrifying and more dangerous than the smell in the city. Intense.

Among these smells are the stench of excrement, the pungent smell of some chemicals, the mushy smell of something burnt, and a rancid stench, like a piece of meat in a hot and humid environment The stench that started to rot after too long, the stench that sticks to the nose and is hard to dissipate.

When the motorcade passed by, the people standing on the side of the road or squatting or sitting stood up. This is their respect for the upper class. If someone doesn't do it, it's nothing, but people are used to it. The strict class Let them dare not touch these rules made for the bottom of society.

People stared at the people behind the car windows who were dressed in luxury, without envy, jealousy, or hatred, only dazed and numb.

After the convoy passed by, they would lie down again, crouch down, sit down, and continue with their previous business.

Hasanna handed Lynch a shampoo, "Maybe this will help you, this place is so stinky, I have suggested to the mayor many times to drive these untouchables out of the city, but he seems to have Your own ideas!"

Anyone who can do business in Nagalil and become a giant in business has a unique background behind him, so he doesn't have much respect for the mayor, even if there is a gap in social status between them, Not the kind that can't be crossed.

Lynch said thank you and took the shampoo. It was a hand-sewn handkerchief about a size larger than the palm of the hand. It looked beautiful and had a layer. The layer was exuding a kind of herb or spice. the taste of.

These scents are great for masking the pungent odors that are ubiquitous in the air, and some of the spices are also refreshing.

"These people...are refugees?" Lynch looked a little strange at those people who were like walking dead.

Hassana curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "They are all poor people, because of various reasons, they gather around the city and rely on the city to live. Some people say that we can't lack them, but I Needless to say, the city would be better off without these people."

Due to various reasons, such as beasts attacking the village, or various natural disasters, or the concentration of young people in cities, the elderly have to migrate here. In short, for many reasons, these people gathered around the city.

They are mainly casual workers, like the employees of the "Alchemy Factory" in Asir's family, who are recruited from these people.

They don't care if their work is harmful to them~IndoMTL.com~ They don't care if they live with dignity, as long as they can make money, even if it's not much, or even if they can give more food to feed their families, they will Willing to do anything.

A group of poor people.

After more than ten minutes of driving in such an environment, they finally entered the real wild. After passing through piece after piece of farmland, the convoy finally entered the border of the grassland.

It was almost noon at this time, and the road was not very close.

It is located at the junction of virgin jungle and grassland, and is also the central and western part of Nagalil.

In fact, Lynch's experience at this moment is not particularly good. The grass on the grassland is too **** high, more than one meter high, and it may be more than two meters high in some places.

Some of the twisting trees hide some predators, their emotionless eyes staring at the advancing motorcade.

The forest in the distance is quite spectacular, but the distance is relatively far, and the shock is not to mention the grass.

"We have a camp in front of us, and when we get to the camp, we will change to more professional equipment and vehicles." Hassana explained, as the grass goes deeper into the grassland, the height of the grass will become higher.

By that time, ordinary vehicles could no longer drive normally, so they needed specialized equipment and vehicles.

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