blackstone code

Chapter 303 Hunting
The five sons in front of the governor of Degra were silent about his questions. In such an environment, they didn't need to study hard at all, because power was passed on.

When the governor of Degra felt that he was not energetic enough to manage what happened in this province, he would directly pass the position of governor to one of his children, and then explain it to the central government of Nagalil.

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 and opinions, they don't care.

This kind of power inheritance, which is almost equivalent to hereditary system, has made the ruling class lose their self-motivation. Whether they do it or not, they are still the ruling class in the end, so why don't they enjoy their own life comfortably?
The situation in the early years was better. After all, political power and theocracy were still fighting every day. If the characters who held the political power in their hands were too stupid, those high priests would teach them to be human, and even kick them out. ruling class.

In order to continue to lie on the heads of the people and enjoy the wonderful taste of power, they have to be more or less proficient in some political struggles, but the current generation is obviously not good enough.

The struggle between political power and theocracy is becoming more and more formalized. Unknowingly, people seem to be used to only shouting slogans but not acting. They have become more corrupt, more corrupt, and more corrupt than before!
The somewhat disappointed governor of Degraa did not show his disappointment. He looked at the five sons with different expressions, and his pursed lips lost some blood color due to force, and looked a little pale.

"Help him, stare at him, and find out what he is going to do. Don't trust him too much, and don't show hostility too early!"

His son suddenly interjected, "Just 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 is his own Boy, he can't laugh.

Times have changed, maybe...

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

One of these children will eventually take his place. They need to wrestle, need to be frustrated, and the people of the temple dare not deal with these young people in order to prevent the situation from getting out of hand, so what about Lynch?

He is not from here, not here at all, will he behave differently?
Governor Degra smiled and said nothing, which made the other children glance at their eldest brother with some jealousy.

They may not understand many things, but they know that there is only one person who can inherit the position of governor!
After a night of fermentation, the effect produced by the banquet at night quickly revealed its terrifying power. People in the entire Magurana province began to take action. This was an excellent opportunity to make money.

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

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

At about 06:30, the sky in Nagalil was completely bright, and the knock on the door from outside the room woke Lynch up 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 one who can knock on the door at this time, except for the sergeant, is Aser.

"Come in!" He folded the pillows, leaned against the soft leather bag at the head of the bed, and simply stroked his somewhat messy hair.

It was Aser who pushed the door and entered, and Lynch had a smile on his face. Aser has done a good job here during this time, which is something worthy of praise, and he doesn't mind showing some smiles, "Sorry, I just woke up, so..."

He was apologizing for his disheveled clothes, but Aser was a little flattered. He was stunned for two seconds, and he stood at the end of the bed with his head lowered and said, "Mr. Hassanna is in the lobby of the hotel, and he wants to invite you to the hunting ground for a while. .”

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

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

The population of the entire country of Nagalil is concentrated in the coastal part of the country and the edge of the grassland. They will not live in the deeper jungle or deep in the grassland, which is full of various predators.

It is often said that human beings are the natural enemies of animals. That is on the premise that human beings have modern weapons and sufficient numbers. If a person is thrown into the primitive jungle naked, within 24 hours, this person will become a nourishing giant. Natural nourishment.

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

This can't be seen in the Federation. Those ferocious beasts have been educated by modern civilized society and have to hide in the protected area. How can it be so wild like here?
Here, as long as you leave the urban circle, you are in the hunting area, and you can see all kinds of prey.

Before the World War, there were 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 fewer and fewer, and almost disappeared.

After Lynch freshened up a bit, he brought some bodyguards and met Hassanna, the chubby fur trader, in the lobby of the hotel.

The two greeted each other briefly, and Hassanah explained the purpose of their visit.

"After I went back yesterday, I asked my nephew, and he told me that some animal herds' migration routes will pass by our side recently..." He said that he felt that he was slightly bald, and there were not many curly ones left. "Today we will organize a hunt. I don't think Mr. Lynch has seen it. Maybe you will be interested in taking a look?"

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

The group then divided into several vehicles and left the hotel.

This city is not big. Lynch saw a lot of things when he came here yesterday. When he left the city today, he thought he knew something about this place, but when he really left the city circle, he realized what he knew. What you see is not everything here.

Outside the city circle, it is not the wilderness or farmland, but a large shanty town with almost no end in sight. The air here exudes an unpleasant stench, which is more terrifying and stronger than the smell in the city.

Among these smells are the stench of excrement, the pungent smell of some chemicals, the smell of something burnt, and a rancid smell, like the meat has been left in the hot and humid environment for too long The stench of decay, the smell that sticks to the nose and is difficult to dissipate.

When the convoy passed by, people who were squatting or sitting on the side of the road stood up. This is their respect for the upper class. It’s okay if someone doesn’t do this, but people are used to it. The strict class makes them not Dare to touch these rules for the bottom of society.

People stared at the luxuriously and elegantly dressed people behind the car windows with dull eyes, without envy, jealousy, or hatred, only dazed and numb.

After the convoy passed by, they would lie down again, squat down, sit down, and continue with the previous work.

Hassanna handed Lynch a piece of champagne, "Maybe this can help you, this place is really smelly, I have proposed to the mayor many times to expel these untouchables from around the city, but he seems to have his own ideas !"

Those who can do business in Nagalil and become a wealthy businessman have unique backgrounds behind them, so he doesn't have much respect for the mayor. Even if there is a gap in social status between them, it is not impossible to overcome kind of.

Lynch said thank you, and took the champagne. It was a hand-stitched handkerchief about a circle larger than the palm of your hand. It looked exquisite, with interlayers, and the interlayer exuded a smell of herbs or spices.

These scents cover up the ubiquitous pungent odor in the air very well, and some of the spices also have a refreshing effect.

"Are these people... are refugees?" Lynch looked at those people who looked like walking dead, a little strange.

Hassanna curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "They are all poor people. For various reasons, they gather around the city and rely on this city to live. Some people say that we cannot live without them, but I have to say, The city would be better off without these people."

Because of various reasons, such as wild beasts attacking the village, or various natural disasters, or the concentration of young people in the city, the elderly had to migrate here. In short, due to many reasons, these people gathered in around the city.

They are mainly odd jobs, and the employees of the "alchemy" in Aser's family are all recruited from these people.

They don't care whether work is harmful to them, or whether they live with dignity, as long as they can earn money, even if it is not much, or even as long as they can provide more food to feed their families, they are willing to do any job.

A bunch of poor people.

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

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

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

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

Some of the wriggling trees hide predators, their emotionless eyeballs keeping an eye on the ever-advancing convoy.

The forest in the distance is quite spectacular, but it is relatively far away, and it is not shocking. The place where the eyes can see is all grass.

"We have a camp in front, and we will change to more professional equipment and vehicles when we arrive at the camp." Hassanna explained that as we go deeper into the grassland, the height of the grass will become higher.

By that time, ordinary vehicles were no longer able to function properly, so they needed specialized equipment and vehicles.

(End of this chapter)