Blackstone Code

Nagalil is a coastal country located between the subtropics and the tropics. This is a very backward country, full of virgin jungles.

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

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

People living here have believed in their native religion for generations, and believe that the operation of heaven and earth cannot be changed. Every once in a while, the world will usher in a destruction, and then a new life.

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

Under the imprisonment of this kind of 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 drive them down or even kill them because of various dissatisfaction, because all this is destiny!

So do people hate these people? Of course, when these people lie on the bones of the people and do their best, it will definitely arouse strong resentment from some people.

But religion has given them a very satisfactory answer, that is, to curse these people, everything they do now will become the reason for them to fall into the eternal hell of endless pain and suffer eternal pain.

The harder and more the curses, the worse they will be after the Great Destruction.

There are even some unique buildings called "Warning Lands" scattered throughout Nagalil, which is a magical place with amazing functions.

Whenever someone can't bear the various injustices of society, they will come here, and the priests stationed here will lead them to walk along the long walls on both sides of the Land of Warning.

On these walls are carved and painted pictures of many human beings being tortured. Some human beings are suffering unspeakably under the torture of some terrible monsters. The priests will tell those who come to seek comfort that those people they hate will also bear what is shown here. All the pain, and there will never be an end, and it will continue to reincarnate in the ocean of pain.

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

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

The friction and struggle between theocracy and political power have run through the long history of Nagalil. They put all their energy on these struggles, so that some civilizations that appeared later than them are now surpassing in all aspects Beyond them, far beyond!

Some people once wanted to change something, introducing foreign cultures to shock the ignorant and backward religious culture of Nagalil, but they failed.

These people who are extremely good at internal fighting stand closely together when facing external challenges and fight against outsiders. Everything they do is to maintain the power in their own hands, and they never consider other people. .

It is such a country, where many people are unwilling to come here to avoid trouble, but for Lynch, it is full of seductive luster.

"hiss……"

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

He was home to his hometown, and he knew he was home by the air that filled his lungs as he breathed.

There is a strange smell unique to Nagalil hidden in the air, a kind of sweaty smell and the stench caused by the thick parts of hair follicles not being washed for a long time mixed with the fishy smell of the sea. It doesn't come out, it's not disgusting, it tastes disgusting again.

Aser doesn't know if this smell exists in other places. The only place where this smell exists in his memory is his hometown.

All the people walking on the street are locals, and there are very few foreigners who come here to do business, and there have been before.

Those foreigners not only had businessmen, but also brought some scientific research teams. They believed that there must be rich natural mineral resources hidden in the primeval jungle here, but these people disappeared completely after a period of time, and disappeared mysteriously. .

No one will go to war 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 not without them.

The local upper class also needs to enjoy and enjoy themselves. They yearn for everything in the developed world, but they are also afraid. They need someone to bring the things of the developed world here, so that they can enjoy everything in the distance here. .

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 very rich.

Aser, who came back from a trance, walked towards the center of the city. There are no sidewalks or roadways here. The so-called road is a dirt road. People and vehicles walk together, and the traffic is often blocked.

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

But this time, no one had "intimate" contact with him. When people looked at his clothes, they would actively choose to keep some distance away. Their actions seemed to respect him, but some eyes had a trace of Heart-pounding hatred.

People regard him as a big shot, avoid him instinctively, and hate him too.

Coming out of the pier, he immediately saw several local people standing outside the pier talking loudly. The crowd was always some distance away from them, because these people were wearing clothes that only foreign countries could have.

In Nagalil, people who can afford to wear imported clothes are often the upper class of society. These people have extremely terrible privileges. They can even execute some people they hate. The price to be paid for the act of arbitrarily depriving others of life is about 10,000 Galils.

Galil is the currency of Nagalil. According to the current fluctuations in the international exchange rate market, one federal sol can be exchanged for forty Galil, and 10,000 Galil is equivalent to a month's wages of federal workers.

By the way, this exchange rate is the official exchange rate. On the black market, federal sols can often be exchanged for ninety to one hundred Galilees. This is the exchange rate in circulation!

As long as they pay the fine, these people can be released without charge, because the money they paid will eventually be presented to the gods, and the priests got enlightenment from the signs of the gods. Most of the time, the gods are tolerant and they will forgive Mistakes these people made by accident.

If someone hates them?

Then go curse them, and at the next catastrophe, the souls of these people will cry in hell for eternity.

When a small group of people in the crowd saw Aser, the expressions on their faces suddenly became vivid. The guy walking in the front looked to be in his fifties, with black and white hair. But his body is solid 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, where's the boss you're talking about?" Aser's father looked back through Aser's shoulder, but he didn't find any big shots.

In Nagalil, it is actually very easy to find a big man. You only need to see whether there are people around him and the distance between people and him to know whether these people are big men.

The father and son were talking, and Aser's brothers also gathered around to say something funny.

Over the years, Aser has inexplicably obtained the permanent residency of Baylor Federation, which has raised the family that belonged to the bottom all of a sudden. The money remitted to Aser’s father’s account every year is enough to make all of them not need to work. I can live comfortably.

Thanks to Aser, the family is now considered to be the middle and upper class of the local society.

A few people were talking, and suddenly there was a piercing whistle in the distance, and then, although it was chaotic, the flow of people with an inexplicable order began to panic, squeezing to both sides of the street.

In the distance, some guys with wide-brimmed hats and police uniforms of developed countries appeared. They held two-foot-long wooden sticks wrapped in cloth strips in their hands, and kept beating ordinary people on the side of the road who were not dodging in time. They rushed further to the side.

When these people ran in front of the Aser family, they did not beat them with sticks, but took off their hats and saluted. This is also a local characteristic, where the polarization of power is serious and the class hierarchy is strict.

It was also at this time that a few cars came slowly along the cleared 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 after a few more glances, one of the girls Impress Aser.

Very pretty girl, even though he lived in the neighbors of Bael for many years, even though he also likes girls who are as white as milk and overgrown.

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

The girl's eyes froze for a moment when they met his, and then she smiled. It may be that Aser's temperament, which is different from that of Nagalil's bottom, makes people find it a bit interesting, but it's not limited to this.

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

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

His father sighed, "It belongs to the governor!"