The five sons in front of the governor of Degra were silent about his questions, and they did not need to study hard in such an environment, because power was inherited.

When the governor of Degra felt that he did not have the energy to manage what was happening in the province, he would pass the position of governor directly to one of his children and explain it to the central government of Nagalil.

After a fair and transparent election by the people, his son became the next governor of the province and has already taken office.

As for whether the central government has ideas, opinions, they don't care.

This kind of inheritance of power, which is almost equivalent to a hereditary system, has made the ruling class lose its self-motivation, and they do it or not, in the end they are still the ruling class, so why not enjoy their lives comfortably?

In the early years, the situation was a little better, after all, the regime and the theocracy were still fighting every day, and if the characters who held the power in their hands were too stupid, there would be those high priests who would teach them how to behave and even kick them out of the 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 this generation is obviously not able to do so.

The struggle between the regime and the theocracy became more and more formal, and before you knew it, people began to seem accustomed to shouting slogans but not using their hands, and they became more corrupt, more corrupt, and more rotten than before!

The somewhat disappointed Governor de Gra did not show his disappointment, he looked at the five sons with different expressions, and his pursed lips lost some of their blood color due to the exertion, and looked a little pale.

"Help him, keep an eye on him, and find out what he's going to do, don't trust him too much, and don't show hostility too soon!"

His son suddenly interjected, "Just like before!"

Deguera 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 child, he can't laugh.

Times are different, perhaps......

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

One of these children will eventually take his place, they need to wrestle, they need setbacks, and the people of the temple are afraid to deal with these young people in order to avoid a situation that will get out of hand, so what about Lynch?

He's not from here, his roots aren't here, would he behave differently?

Governor Degra smiled silently, causing the other children to glance at their eldest brother with some jealousy.

They may not know why or why they know a lot of things, but they know that there is only one person who can inherit the position of governor!

The effects of the evening feast soon showed its terrifying power after a night of fermentation, and the entire province of Magulana began to act, which was a great opportunity to make money.

Early in the morning, Lynch hadn't gotten up yet, and had just gotten off the boat yesterday, plus he had some alcohol in the evening, which made him a little tired.

He's young, but he's also going to rest.

At about half-past six, Nagalil's sky was completely bright, and a knock on the door outside the room woke Lynch from his dream.

The entire floor is a separate suite, and there are layers of bodyguards outside to protect him, so he doesn't need to worry about his safety.

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

"Come in!", he folded the pillow and sat down on the leather bag at the head of the bed, brushing his somewhat messy hair.

Pushing the door in, it was Asr who had a little more smile on his face, Asr had done a good job here during this time, which was something to be praised, and he didn't mind showing some smiles, "Sorry, I just got up, so ......"

He apologized for his disheveled clothes, but Asr was a little flattered, and after a little stunned for two seconds, he stood at the end of the bed and lowered his head and said, "Mr. Hassana is in the lobby of the hotel, and he wants to invite you to the hunting grounds." ”

"Hasanna?", Lynch was a little dazed, he forgot who it was, he had seen too many people last night, and he had been drinking.

Asr quickly explained, "It's the fur merchant, he's one of the biggest fur dealers 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 steppe, and they do not live in the deeper jungles or the depths of the steppes, which are full of predators.

It is often said that human beings are the natural enemies of animals, and that is under the premise that human beings have modern weapons and sufficient numerical superiority, if a person is thrown into the primeval jungle, it will not take more than 24 hours for this person to become nourishing for nature.

The slow pace of industrial development in Nagalil over the years has also protected the natural environment, and even now, there are frequent news of beasts attacking the village, causing casualties to people and animals.

This can't be seen in the Federation, those beasts that have been educated by modern civilized society have to hide in the reserve and can't come out, how can it 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, there were also some people who came here to hunt and enjoy the conquest of nature, but with the outbreak of the world war, these people became fewer and fewer, and there were almost no more.

After a little freshening up, Lynch met Hassana, the chubby fur merchant, in the lobby of the hotel with some bodyguards.

The two exchanged a brief greeting, and Hassana explained his intentions.

"I asked my nephew when I got back yesterday, and he told me that there will be some herds passing ......by us recently," he said, touching the bald hair, which was left with a little curly, "Today we will organize a hunt, I don't think Mr. Lynch has seen it, maybe you would be interested in taking a look?"

Lynch thought about it and agreed, and it was also a social process.

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

The city is not big, Lynch saw a lot of things when he came yesterday, and when he left the city today, he thought he already knew something about this place, but when he really left the city circle, he realized that what he saw was not all here.

Outside the city circle, there is not the wilderness or farmland, but a large shantytown, a shantytown with almost no end in sight, and the air here emits an unpleasant stench, which is more terrible and stronger than the smell in the city.

There was the stench of excrement, the pungent smell of chemicals, the mushy smell of something burning, and a rancid odor, like the stench of meat that has been left in a hot and humid environment for too long and began to rot, and the stench that sticks to the nose and is difficult to dissipate.

When the motorvoy passed, the people who walked or squatted or sat on the side of the road stood up, which was their respect for the upper class, and if someone did not do it, it was really nothing, but people were used to it, and the strict class made them afraid to touch these rules made for the bottom of society.

People have no bright eyes to look at those richly dressed people behind the car window, not envious, not jealous, not hateful, only dazed, and numb.

After the convoy passes, they lie down again, crouch, sit down, and continue with what they had done before.

Hassana handed a champa to Lynch, "Maybe this will help you, it stinks so bad, I've proposed to the mayor many times to expel these untouchables from around the city, but he seems to have his own ideas!"

Being able to do business in Nagalil and being able to do business and become a tycoon, everyone has a unique background behind them, so he doesn't have much respect for the mayor, and even if there is a gap in social status between them, it's not the kind that can't be crossed.

Lynch said thank you and took the handkerchief, a hand-sewn handkerchief about a lap larger than the palm of his hand, beautifully looking, with a mezzanine in which it smelled of herbs or spices.

These scents mask the pungent odors that are ubiquitous in the air, and some of the spices are also refreshing.

"These people...... Is it a refugee?", Lynch looked at the people who were like walking corpses, a little strange.

Hassana pouted dissatisfied, "It's all poor people, for various reasons they gather around the city, they depend on the city to live, and some people say that we can't do without them, but I have to say that the city would be better off without these people." ”

For a variety of reasons, such as the attack of wild beasts on the village, or various natural disasters, or the concentration of young people in the city, and the migration of the elderly, in short, these people gather around the city for many reasons.

They are mainly casual workers, like the employees of Asr's "gold refinery", who are recruited from these people.

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

A bunch of poor people.

After more than ten minutes of driving in such an environment, the convoy 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 virgin jungle and grassland, and is also the central and western part of Nagalil.

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

Some of the writhing trees hide carnivores, their emotionless eyes staring at the moving convoy.

The forest in the distance is spectacular, but it is far away, and it is not shocking, and there is grass everywhere you look.

"We have a camp in front of us and when we get to the camp we change into more professional equipment and vehicles. Hassana explained that as you go deeper into the grasslands, the heights of these grasses become taller.

By that time, ordinary vehicles are no longer able to drive properly, so they need specialized equipment and vehicles.