The five sons in front of the Governor De Gera were silent on his questions. In such an environment, they did not need to study hard because power is inherited.

　　 When the Governor of Degra feels that he has insufficient energy to manage what happens in this province, he will directly pass the position of the Governor to one of his children, and then explain it to the central government of Nagalil.

　　 After being elected by the people in a fair, just and transparent manner, 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.

　　 The inheritance of power, which is almost equivalent to hereditary system, has made the ruling class have lost their self-motivated. If they do or don't do it, they will still be the ruling class in the end. So why not enjoy their life comfortably?

The situation in the early years was a little better. After all, the power and theocracy are still fighting every day. If the characters who hold the power in their hands are too stupid, there will be those high priests who will teach them how to behave or 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 political struggles, but this generation is obviously not good enough.

　　 The struggle between political power and theocracy became more and more formal. Unknowingly, people began to seem to be used to just shouting slogans but not doing things with their hands. They became more decayed, more corrupt, and more decayed than before!

　　 The somewhat disappointed Governor Degla did not express his disappointment. He looked at the five sons with different expressions, and his pursed lips lost some blood because of his force, and they 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 inserted a sentence, "Just like before!"

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

　　 Times are different, maybe...

　　 Degra's eyes have changed a bit. 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 and need frustration. The people of the temple dare not deal with these young people in order to avoid the uncontrollable situation. What about Lynch?

　　 He is not here, and his roots are not here. Will he behave differently?

　　 Governor Degra laughed and said nothing, which made the other children glance at their eldest brother a little jealously.

　　 They may not know many things, so they don’t know why, but they know that there is only one person who can inherit the position of provincial governor!

　　 The effects of the evening banquet soon showed its terrible power after a night of fermentation. The people in the entire Magura province began to take action. This is 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 in the evening, which made him a little tired.

　　 He is indeed very young, but he has to rest.

　　 Around half past six, Nagalil's sky was completely bright, and the knock on the door from outside the room also made Lynch wake up from his dream.

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

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

　　 "Come in!", he folded the pillow, leaned on the soft leather bag at the head of the bed, and simply stroked his messy hair.

It was Aser who pushed the door in. Lynch had a little more smile on his face. Aser has done a good job here during this time. This is something to be praised. He doesn’t mind showing some smiles. "Sorry, I just got up, so..."

He apologized for his disheveled clothes, but Aser was a little flattered. After a moment of stunned for two seconds, he stood at the end of the bed and bowed his head and said, "Mr. Hasana is in the lobby of the hotel. He wants to invite you to the hunting grounds. ."

　　 "Hasana?" Lynch was a little at a loss. He forgot who it was. He saw too many people last night, and he drank alcohol.

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

　　Nagalil The population of the entire country 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.

People often say that humans are natural enemies of animals. That is, if humans have modern weapons and sufficient numbers of advantages, if a person is thrown into the primitive jungle, that person will become a natural enemy within twenty-four hours. Nourish 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 beasts attacking the village, causing human and animal casualties.

　　This is not visible in the Federation. Those beasts who have been educated by modern civilized society have to hide in the reserve and cannot come out. How can they be so wild like here?

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

　　Before the World War, some people would come here to hunt and enjoy the fun of conquering nature. However, with the outbreak of the World War, these people became fewer and fewer, almost no more.

　　 Lynch freshened up a bit, and took some bodyguards to meet Hasana, the chubby fur merchant, in the lobby of the hotel.

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

"After I went back yesterday, I asked my nephew, and he told me that recently there will be some migration routes of the herd just passing by our side...", he said that he felt bald, and there was not much left and a little curled. "Today we will organize a hunt. I think Mr. Lynch must have never seen it before. Maybe you would be interested to take a look?"

　　 Lynch thought for a while and agreed. This is also a social process.

　　 Then the group split into several cars and left the hotel.

This city is not big. Lynch saw a lot of things when he came yesterday. When he went out of the city today, he thought he already knew something about it, but when he really left the city circle, he realized what he was doing. What I saw is not all here.

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

In these odors, there is the odor of excrement, the smell of some chemicals, the smell of something burnt, and there is a rancid smell, like meat pieces left in a hot and humid environment for too long. The smell that started to decay, the smell that sticks to the nose and is hard to dissipate.

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

　　 People are staring at the luxurious and beautifully dressed people behind the car window. They don’t envy, jealous, or hate, they are just blank and numb.

　　 After the convoy passes, they will lie down again, squat down, sit down, and continue the previous thing.

Hasana handed a piece of shampoo to Lynch, "Maybe this can help you, this place is too stinky. I have repeatedly suggested to the mayor to expel these untouchables from the city, but he seems to have his own ideas. !"

Can do business in Nagalil and become a giant in business, everyone has a unique background behind him, so he does not 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 shampoo. It was a hand-sewn handkerchief about a circle larger than the palm of your hand. It looked exquisite and had a sandwich. The sandwich smelled of herbs or spices.

　　 These tastes are good at hiding the pungent odor that is everywhere in the air, and some of the spices are also refreshing.

　　 "Are these people... refugees?" Lynch looked strangely at the people who were like walking dead.

Hasana curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "They are all poor people who have gathered around the city for various reasons and rely on this city to live. Some people also say that we can't lack them, but I have to say, The situation in the city would be better without these people."

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

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

They don’t care whether their work is harmful to them~lightnovelpub.net~ They don’t care whether they live with dignity, as long as they can make money, even if not much, or even if they can give more food to feed their family, what are they Willing to do all the work.

　　 A group of poor people.

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

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

　　 is located at the junction of primitive jungle and grassland, and is also the midwestern region of Nagalil.

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

　　 There are some carnivores hidden in the writhing tree, their emotionless eyes have been staring at the continuously moving convoy.

　　The forest in the distance is very spectacular, but it is far away, and it is not shocking. The grass is everywhere in the eye.

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

　　 By that time, ordinary vehicles can no longer drive normally, so they need special equipment and vehicles.

　　

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