Blackstone Code

Someone vividly used one sentence to distinguish the difference between civilization and barbarism.

Barbarians eat meat with their hands and wipe it on the hide after eating.

Civilized people, on the other hand, eat meat with a knife and fork, and dip it on their napkin after eating.

Are there any essential differences between them?

In fact, there is no such thing. Eating meat is just eating meat, not because of how polite and elegant you eat it. You are helping the original owner of the piece of meat in your mouth.

You are just eating meat, and no one can change that fact.

But this is a necessary process for the development and progress of social civilization. The law gives people a sense of shame when "eating meat", so they can be so civilized and make themselves look so harmless.

What is worth noting here is that they show such an appearance not for the capitalists at the same level, but for those in the middle and lower classes of society.

"Although we eat meat, we are not barbaric."

The amazing thing is that the middle and lower classes of society have adapted to this set of stupid rules under the indoctrination of capitalism. They can actually ignore the nature of the development of things and follow the script written for them by the capitalists.

But this is the Federation, and there is a "smell of conspiracy" from the capitalists everywhere, and there are lies everywhere!

"Anna told me that she learned a lot from you." Mr. Patu shook hands with Lynch, and the two walked to the side and started chatting.

Everyone here wears the badge of the Holy Peace Society on their chest, including Lynch, but his is the badge of a first-class member.

There are rules for upgrading within the Holy Peace Society. It does not mean that you can upgrade just because you have been a member of this organization for a long time or if you are very rich.

No, the system of the Holy Peace Society is not so simple and stupid. If you want to get an upgrade here, a certain number of members must nominate you, and then you can get the attention of the Holy Peace Society Management Committee. Then there will be an inspection to finally determine whether Give you a chance.

What are the benefits of becoming a senior member of the Holy Peace Society?

The benefits are many…

Lynch withdrew his gaze from Mr. Patu's third-level badge, and then smiled naturally but also hypocritically, "We learn together and make progress together."

Mr. Patu was stunned for a moment. Such hypocritical words coming from Lynch's mouth not only did not offend people, but gave him a sense of self-deprecating joy.

He smiled and patted Lynch's arm. He did not pat Lynch's shoulder because this action was very impolite and could easily offend others.

"You are very humorous, Lynch!" he said and paused. "After the last incident, I prepared a gift for you. I have never found a suitable opportunity to talk to you about this matter. If you... If you have time, you can go to my manor."

Lynch suspected that this gift had not been born yet. It only existed in Mr. Patu's mouth, but it should be born by tomorrow, so he gave Mr. Patu time to prepare the gift.

"I'm free next Tuesday."

"Then let's talk after we meet next Tuesday."

He shook hands with Lynch again and then separated.

When Lin Qi turned around, he was surprised to see a fat man.

He was wearing very decent formal clothes.

Many times people think that fat people are funny when they appear in high society situations because their clothes make them look like clowns.

Most people's stereotype of a rich fat man always revolves around the buttons that are about to break and the belly that is always swollen.

But actually it's not.

Some tailors may need 20, 30 or 30, 50 to make a piece of clothing, but some tailors may need hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands to make a piece of clothing.

Tailors and tailors are different. Those "classic capitalist images" used to numb the nerves of people at the bottom of society cannot be regarded as real phenomena. This kind of thing cannot happen in the upper class.

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The fat man in front of Lynch's clothes are very decent, with no tight buttons. Even if he is really fat, when you see him, you won't feel that his fatness puts any burden on his image!

Excellent tailors know how to make suitable, decent, and docile clothes for big shots, and this is how they make a living.

There are really those who have a bad mind and have no chance to serve the big shots.

The fat man is still eating.

Others were socializing naturally, chatting, or expanding their connections, but this fat man was holding a dinner plate and working on the food on the cold table.

He is like an alien, but few people who can enter here are true aliens. Maybe this is the way he treats his work life.

Or maybe his status is such that he doesn't even need to be perfunctory, and he can directly expose his true self without fear of being looked down upon.

At this time, Mr. Wardrick came over. He had just finished talking to others, and saw Lynch also just finished talking and walking towards him.

As soon as he walked this way with a clear purpose, other people who wanted to come forward to talk to him, or to talk to Lynch, temporarily stopped.

Even within the Holy Harmony Society, classes still exist.

"Who is that guy?" The two of them are very familiar and almost become a family, so sometimes boring and hypocritical greetings can be discarded.

Lynch raised his chin towards the fat man. Mr. Wardrick turned around and glanced at him from the corner of his eye before turning back again, "Peleeus."

"It sounds like a name from some ancient mythology." Lynch took a sip from the wine glass and mocked the name.

Mr. Wardrick nodded and said, "Yes, the name of the mythical god of war."

"Really?" Lynch looked a little surprised. Very few people... no, basically no one would name their child after a god.

This will make many people uncomfortable. In this era of technological explosion, theology still has a very deep foundation. Even now, nearly 75% of the people in the Federation believe that God is real. , it’s just that they don’t come out often.

People's exploration of nature is still in its infancy. People believe that there are glorious palaces in the sky, that there is a temple of Poseidon hidden in the bottomless trench, and that there is a residence of the God-King on the moon...

Therefore, in an era when people still feared gods, naming their children after a god required more than just courage.

Those fanatics will go crazy because this is blasphemy!

Mr. Wardrick said with a... mocking look on his face, "He and your friend, Trueman, are good friends."

"What does this guy say?"

"His ancestors were the first soldiers to come to this continent, and they were also the highest-ranking officers. If the army can be regarded as an industry, then his family controls a considerable amount of industry in this field. You understand What do I mean?"

By the way, Mr. Wardrick also gave a hint, "The vice-admiral whose freedom is temporarily restricted is, you know, one of his grandfathers."

"There are several grandpas like this..."

Lynch has always believed that people can change their destiny and defeat God's will as long as they work hard, and this has nothing to do with birth or anything.

But at this moment he was in a trance. Some people said that the descendants of a large family stood at the end of many people as soon as they were born.

Then this guy, as soon as he was born, he stood in the sky!

"No wonder he's so... strong." Lynch found a word and complimented him a little, as if the ridicule in his words had never happened.

Mr. Wardrick liked Lynch's expression at this time, because few things could make Lynch feel frustrated, but Peleus made him feel a clear sense of powerlessness.

But soon his helpless expression disappeared, replaced by a very special smile, confident, sunny and clean.

"Actually speaking, he and I can be considered partners and friends?"

It was Mr. Wardrick's turn to be helpless. He seemed to know what Lynch was thinking, and then nodded, "This is your right."

"Excuse me then..."

Lin Qi apologized and took the initiative to walk to Peleus' side, holding a dinner plate and looking like he was preparing to make something.

"Can you tell me what is more delicious?" Lynch suddenly asked.

Peleus was stunned for a moment. He looked to the left and right, then to the right, and asked with a less confident expression, "Are you asking... me?"

Lin Qi nodded matter-of-factly and said, "Of course, should I ask those people who pretend they are not hungry even when they are hungry?"

He looked a little disdainful and curled his lips, "I don't know if they are hungry, but I am hungry and want to eat something."

Peleus hesitated for a moment and pointed to a beautiful plate, but half of the dishes were missing, "This is good, it's quite delicious."

This dish... looks like semicircles with a diameter of about an inch on the plate. The color is also very beautiful, and there is a beautiful sauce on the side. It does look delicious.

Lynch picked one up, poured the sauce on it, and took a bite. "It's really good. I can only tell it's some kind of meat, but I'm not sure what kind of meat it is. It also tastes good."

It's very chewy, but not irresistible. When you bite open the surface, the gravy and some special-flavored oils inside will come out, which will bring a higher level of delicious experience!

Honestly, it's not a bad thing and it's delicious.

"What is this?", Lynch made another one.

Peleus seemed to be very happy that Lynch liked the delicacies he recommended, and he even had a good impression of Lynch, "This is venison. There is a finger-thick strip of meat between the lower part of the deer's neck and the connection between the sternum."

“That’s where the meat comes from!”

Lynch glanced at the dinner plate again. He could already imagine that to make such a plate of meatballs, at least dozens of deer would have to be slaughtered.

But who cares?

Doesn’t this just reflect the value and significance of wealth?

He ate the second meatball, then picked up the napkin, wiped his hands, and stretched out his hand, "I'm Lynch..."