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Blackstone Code - Chapter 291

Published at 15th of March 2024 07:26:32 AM


Chapter 291

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Nagariel is a coastal country between subtropical and tropical. It is a very backward country with primitive jungles.

It is always believed that there are rich mineral resources underground in nagaril. Coupled with rich forestry resources and various precious spices, it should have been a rich country.

But it is not rich. It is not only rich, but also poor. It is the social form of nagary that creates poverty.

People living here have believed in their local religion for generations and believe that the operation of heaven and earth is unalterable. Every once in a while, the world will usher in destruction and then rebirth.

What they have to do is to adapt to all this, not to change anything.

Under the confinement of such foolish and backward ideas, the upper class of the whole society begins to decay after solidification. They don't need to worry that the lower class will drive them out of office or even kill them because of all kinds of discontent, because all this is destiny!

So do people hate these people? Of course, when these people lie on the bones of the people, they will certainly arouse some people's strong disgust.

But religion has given them a very satisfactory answer, that is, curse these people. Everything they do now will become the reason why they fall into the prison of eternal pain and bear eternal pain.

The harder and more curses, the more miserable they will be when the big break comes.

There are even some unique buildings called "land of warning" throughout nagary, which is a magical place and has amazing functions.

Whenever people can't bear all kinds of social injustices, they will come here. The priests stationed here will take them along the long walls on both sides of the place of warning.

Many pictures of human suffering are carved and painted on these walls. Some humans are miserable under the torture of some terrible monsters. The sacrifice will tell those who come to seek comfort that those they hate will also bear all the pain shown here, and there will never be an end, constantly reincarnating in the ocean of pain.

After most people come here, they become calm, because those who make them hate and hate are destined to fall into hell forever, and their kind people will get the opportunity to sublimate and become human beings.

This is a perfect religious system, which well controls the people of nagalir, which also makes the priests have no less authority and power than those in power.

The friction and struggle between theocracy and regime have run through the long history of nagary. They have focused all their energy on these struggles, so that some later civilizations have surpassed them in all aspects, far beyond them!

Once there were people who wanted to change something, introduce foreign culture and shock the ignorant and backward religious culture of nagary, but they failed.

These people who are very good at internal fighting stand closely together against outsiders in the face of external challenges. All they do is to safeguard their power and never consider others.

It is such a country that many people are unwilling to come to the poor place here in order to avoid trouble, but it is full of attractive luster for Lynch.

"Hiss..."

Just after getting off the ship, ASR stood at the port and looked back at the passenger ship being replenished. There was a trace in his eyes that others could not find... I don't know what it was, some nostalgia, some reluctance, some helplessness, some pain and very complex eyes.

He returned to his hometown. From the air pouring into his lungs when he breathed, he knew that he was home.

There is a peculiar smell of nagariel in the air, a smell of rancid sweat and the smell caused by not cleaning some dense hair follicles for a long time, mixed with the sea smell, which has become a disgusting, vomit, disgusting and annoying smell.

Asher didn't know if there was this smell elsewhere. The only place in his memory where this smell existed was his hometown.

The streets are full of local people. Few foreigners come here to do business, as they have done before.

Those foreigners not only had businessmen, but also brought some scientific research teams. They thought that there must be rich natural mineral resources under the primitive jungle here, but these people disappeared completely and mysteriously after they came for a period of time.

No one will fight for a few irrelevant people. Even the countries of these missing people are too lazy to communicate with a group of backward and foolish 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 developed countries, but they are also afraid. They need some people to send things from the developed world here so that they can enjoy everything in the distance here.

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

Asher, who came back from a trance, walked towards the center of the city. There were no sidewalks and driveways. The so-called road was a dirt road. People and cars walked together, and the traffic was often blocked.

In the past, when he walked in such a place, those people around him would constantly rub and collide with him. At that time, he thought it was nothing. Now it's really disgusting to think about it.

But this time, no one has "close" contact with him. People will take the initiative to make way for some distance when looking at his clothes. Their actions seem to respect him, but some eyes have a palpitating hatred.

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

When he came out of the dock, he saw several locals standing outside the dock talking loudly. The crowd was always a little away from them because they were wearing clothes only foreign countries.

In nagary, people who can afford to wear foreign goods are often the upper class of society. These people have extremely terrible privileges. They can even execute some people they hate not only for trial, but also for this arbitrary deprivation of other people's lives, about 10000 Gali.

Galil is the currency of nagalil. According to the current fluctuation of the international exchange rate market, a federal sol can be exchanged for about 40 Galil and 10000 Galil, that is, the monthly salary of federal workers.

By the way, this exchange rate is the official exchange rate. On the black market, federal sol can often be exchanged for 90 to 100 galilees. This is the current exchange rate!

As long as they pay this fine, these people can be acquitted, because the money they pay will eventually appear in front of the gods. The sacrifice has been inspired by the omen. Most of the time, God is tolerant, and they will forgive the mistakes they accidentally committed.

If someone hates them?

Then curse them. At the next big break, their souls will howl forever in hell.

When a small group of people in the crowd, different from others, saw ASR, the expression on his face immediately became vivid. The guy walking in front looked about 50 years old, with black and white hair, but his body was very strong and strong.

This is Asher's father. His father had his first child at the age of 17. Asher is his third child, but not the youngest.

"Welcome back, where's the boss?" ASR's father looked back through ASR's shoulder and found no big man.

In nagariel, it's easy to find a big man. Just look at whether there are people around him and how far away people keep from him.

The father and son were talking, and ASR's brothers gathered around and said funny things.

Over the years, ASR somehow got the permanent residency right of Baylor Federation, which suddenly raised the families originally belonging to the bottom. The money remitted into ASR's father's account every year is enough to make all of them comfortable without work.

With the blessing of toaster, the family is now regarded as the upper middle class in the local society.

Several people were talking. Suddenly, a harsh whistle came from a distance. Then, although it was messy, there was an inexplicable order. The flow of people began to panic and crowded to both sides of the street.

In the distance, some guys with wide brimmed hats and dressed like police uniforms of developed countries appeared. They were holding two foot long wooden sticks wrapped with cloth strips. They kept beating ordinary people who dodged on the roadside and drove them closer.

When these people ran to the ASR family, instead of beating them with the stick, they took off their hats and saluted. This is also a local feature. There is a serious polarization of power and strict class hierarchy.

At this time, only a few cars slowly drove along the empty road in the distance. The people sitting in the middle of the two cars seemed to be curious about the ASR family and looked more. One of the girls impressed ASR.

Very beautiful girls, although he has lived in Baylor neighborhood for many years, although he also likes those girls with fair skin and extraordinary development like milk.

But these are only physical impulses, not soul. This girl is very special and in line with the culture ASR came into contact with from childhood. Her face is painted with some patterns and dressed in traditional but also very luxurious nagalil jewelry. Everything is so perfect.

The girl's eyes were stunned when she intersected with him, and then showed a smile. It may be that ASR's temperament different from the bottom of nagaril makes people feel a little interesting, but it's only limited to this.

The motorcade passed quickly. Looking at the motorcade covered by dust and people returning to the road, ASR was in a trance.

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

His father sighed, "it's the governor's!"




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