Nagalil is a coastal country located between the subtropical and tropical regions. It is a very backward country full of primitive jungles.

　　People always think that there are rich mineral resources in the underground of Nagalil, plus abundant forestry resources and various precious spices. This should be a rich country.

　　 But it is not rich. It is not only rich but also poor. It is Nagalil’s social form that makes poverty.

　　The people living here have believed in their native religion for generations, believing that the operation of heaven and earth is unchangeable, and the world will usher in a destruction and then a new life every once in a while.

　　 What they have to do is to adapt to what happened, not to change anything.

　　 Under the confinement of such ignorant and backward thinking, the upper class of the whole society solidified and began to decay. They don't need to worry that the lower class will oust them or even kill them because of all kinds of dissatisfaction, because all this is fate!

　　So people hate these people? Of course, when these people lie on the bones of the people and dominate, it will definitely arouse some people's strong resentment.

　　 But religion has given them a very satisfying answer, that is to curse these people. What they do now will become the reason for them to fall into the prison of eternal pain and endure eternal suffering.

　　 The harder and more the curse, the more miserable they will be after the big bust.

　　 There are even some unique buildings called "Places of Admonition" all over Nagalil. This is a magical place with stunning functions.

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

Carved and painted on these walls are many pictures of human torment. Some humans are suffering under the torture of some terrible monsters. The sacrifice will tell those who come to seek solace, and those who they hate will also bear the display here. All of the pain, and there will never be an end, continue to reincarnate in the ocean of pain.

After most people have been here, they become calmer, because those who hate them and hate them are destined to fall to **** forever, and they, kind-hearted people, will get the opportunity to sublimate and become human beings. people.

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

The frictions and struggles between theocracy and the regime have run through the long history of Nagalil. They put all their energy on these struggles, so that some civilizations that emerged later than them are now transcending in all aspects. To them, far beyond!

　　 There were people who wanted to change something and introduce foreign culture to impact Nagalil’s ignorant and backward religious culture, but they failed.

These people who are very good at infighting, when facing external challenges, they stand together and fight together against outsiders. Everything they do is to maintain their power, and they have never considered other people. .

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

　　 "hiss..."

Just disembarking, Aser stood in the port and looked back at the passenger ship that was being resupplied. There was a trace in his eyes that was difficult for others to detect... I don’t know what it was, some nostalgia, some reluctance, some helplessness, some pain, and it was very complicated. Look.

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

There is a strange smell peculiar to Nagalil in the air, a smell of sweat and the smell of some thick parts of the hair follicles that have not been cleaned for a long time, mixed with the smell of sea. If it doesn't come out, let's say it's not disgusting, and it's a nasty taste.

　　 It’s not clear whether there is any other place with this smell. The only place in his memory where this smell exists is his hometown.

　　The street is full of locals. Very few foreigners come here to do business, and they have been here before.

Those foreigners not only had merchants, but also brought some scientific expedition teams. They believed that the primitive jungle here must have hidden abundant natural mineral resources, but these people disappeared completely and mysteriously after a period of time. .

　　No one will fight for a few irrelevant people. Even the country of these missing people is too lazy to communicate with a group of backward and ignorant people. Gradually, foreigners are relatively rare here, but it is not uncommon.

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

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

　　 After regaining his senses, Aser walked towards the center of the city. There were no sidewalks or roadways. The so-called road was just a dirt road. People and vehicles were mixed together, and the traffic was often blocked.

　　 When he walked in such a place before, the people around him would constantly rub and collide with him physically. At that time, he thought it was nothing, but thinking about it now is really disgusting.

But this time, no one had "intimate" contact with him. When people looked at his clothes, they would take the initiative to move away from him. Their actions seemed to respect him, but some eyes had a trace of it. Heart-pounding hatred.

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

　　 Coming out of the pier, he saw several local people standing outside the pier talking loudly. The crowds are always some distance away from them, because these people are wearing clothes that are only available in foreign countries.

In Nagalil, people who can afford to wear imported 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 judgment, but of course they must also do this. The price of arbitrarily depriving others of life is about 10,000 galiers.

　　Galil is the currency of Nagalil. According to the current fluctuations in the international exchange rate market, a federal sol can be exchanged for about 40 galil, and 10,000 galil is the monthly wage of a federal worker.

　　 By the way, this exchange rate is the official exchange rate. On the black market, the Federal Sol can often be exchanged for 90 to 100 Galil. This is the circulating exchange rate!

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 received enlightenment from the signs. Most of the time, gods are tolerant and they will forgive. The mistakes these people made accidentally.

　　 What if someone hates them?

　　 Then go and curse them. When the next big bust, the souls of these people will be eternally wailing in hell.

When a handful of people in the crowd were different from other places, the expression on their faces suddenly became vivid when they saw Aser. The guy walking in the front looked about 50 years old with black and white hair. But his body is very strong and strong.

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

　　 "Welcome back, what about the boss you are talking about?" Aser's father looked back through Aser's shoulder, and found no big shots.

　　In Nagalil, it is actually very simple to find a big person. You can tell whether these people are big people by looking at whether there are people around him and how much distance people keep between them.

　　 The father and son were talking, and Aser’s brothers also gathered around and said something interesting.

Over the years, Aser inexplicably obtained the permanent residency of the Baylor Federation, and the families that originally belonged to the bottom were lifted up. The money transferred to Aser’s father’s account every year was enough to make all of them do not need to work. I can live very comfortably.

　　 Thanks to the blessing of Aser, the family is now regarded as the upper middle class in the local society.

　　 A few people were talking, and suddenly there was a harsh whistle in the distance, and then the flow of people, which was messy but in an inexplicable order, began to panic, crowding both sides of the street one after another.

In the distance appeared some guys with wide-brimmed hats and dressed like police uniforms from developed countries. They held two-foot-long wooden sticks wrapped in cloth strips in their hands. They rushed to a more aside ~lightnovelpub.net~ When these people ran in front of the Aser family, they did not beat them with the stick, but took off their hats. This is also a local feature, the polarization of power. Seriously, the class hierarchy is strict.

At this time, a few cars came slowly along the empty road in the distance. The people sitting in the two cars in the middle seemed to be a little curious about the Aser family, and took a few more glances. One of the girls Let Aser impressed.

　　 Very beautiful girl, even though he has lived in Baylor's neighbourhood for many years, even though he also likes those girls who have white skin and abnormal development like milk.

But these are just physical impulses, not soul. This girl is very special and fits the culture that Aser has been exposed to since she was a child. There are some patterns on her face, and she wears traditional but very luxurious clothes. Nagalil jewelry, everything is so perfect.

　　 The girl's gaze was taken aback when she met him, and then she showed a smile. It may be that Asir's temperament different from the bottom of Nagalil makes people feel a little interesting, but it is limited to this.

　　 The convoy passed quickly, looking at the distant convoy covered by the dust and the flow of people returning to the road, Aser was a little dazed.

　　 "Whose convoy is that?" he asked while looking at his father.

　　 His father sighed, "It's from the governor of the province!"

　　

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