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

It has always been believed that Nagalil is rich in minerals, forestry and precious spices, and it should have been a rich country.

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

The people who live here have believed in their native religion for generations, believing that the workings of heaven and earth are immutable, and that every once in a while the world will be destroyed and then reborn.

All they have to do is go with what happened, not change anything.

Under the imprisonment of this ignorant and backward ideology, the upper strata of the entire society began to decay after solidification, and they did not need to worry that the lower strata would oust them from power or even kill them because of various dissatisfactions, 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 certainly arouse strong disgust among some people.

But religion has given them a very satisfactory answer, which is to curse these people, and everything they are doing now will be the reason for them to fall into the prison of eternal and boundless suffering, and to suffer eternal suffering.

The more severe the curse, the more they will become, and the worse they will be after the great destruction.

There are even endemic buildings called "The Land of Warnings" scattered throughout Nagalil, a magical place with jaw-dropping features.

Whenever someone could not bear the injustices of society, they would come here, and the priests stationed here would take them along the long walls on either side of the admonishment place.

The walls are carved and painted with images of human beings suffering from terrible monsters, and the rituals tell those who come to seek solace that those they hate will also suffer all the pain shown here, and that there will never be an end, and they will continue to reincarnate in a sea of suffering.

After most people have been here, they become at peace, because those who they hate, who they hate, are destined to go to hell forever, and they, who are good, will be given the opportunity to ascend and become human beings.

It was a well-established religious system, and it controlled the people of Nagalil well, which also gave the priests the authority and power of those in power.

The frictions, the struggles between the theocracy and the regime, have been going through the long history of Nagalil, and they have put all their energy into these struggles, so that some civilizations that came later than them have now surpassed them in all aspects, far surpassing!

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

These people who are extremely good at infighting, but when facing external challenges, they stand closely together, together against outsiders, everything they do is only to maintain the power in their hands, and they never think about others.

It is such a country where many people are reluctant to come to a down-and-out place to avoid trouble, but it is full of alluring luster for Lynch.

"Hiss......"

As soon as he got off the ship, Asr stood in the harbor and glanced back at the passenger ship that was being replenished, with a hint of ...... in his eyes that was difficult for others to notice I don't know what it is, some nostalgia, some reluctance, some helplessness, some pain, very complicated eyes.

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

There is a strange smell of Nagalil hidden in the air, a smell of sweat mixed with the smell of some dense hair follicles caused by the smell of the sea that has not been cleaned for a long time, and it has become a smell that is disgusting, but you can't spit it out, and it is disgusting.

It was not clear if there was any other place for this smell, and the only place in his memory where this smell existed was his hometown.

The streets are full of locals, and it is rare for foreigners to come here to do business, and there have been before.

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

No one will fight for a few irrelevant people, even the countries of these missing people are too lazy to communicate with a group of backward and ignorant people, and gradually foreigners are relatively rare here, but not none.

The local upper class also needs to enjoy, to have fun, they yearn for everything in the developed countries, but they are also afraid, they need someone to send the things of the developed world here, so that they can enjoy everything in the distance.

These foreigners who were able to stay in the local area played such a role, they were like merchants who specialized in purchasing some imported goods for the local upper class, and each of them was very wealthy.

In a trance, Asr walked towards the center of the city, where there were no sidewalks, roadways, the so-called road was a dirt road, people and vehicles walked together, and traffic was often jammed.

In the past, when he walked in such a place, the people around him would constantly rub and collide with him, and at that time he thought it was nothing, but now it is really disgusting to think about it.

But this time, no one had "intimate" contact with him, and people would take the initiative to choose to get out of the way when they looked at the clothes on his body, and they acted as if they were respecting him, but some of them had a trace of palpitating hatred in their eyes.

People think of him as a big man, and it is instinct to avoid him, and so is hatred.

Coming out of the docks, he saw several locals standing outside the docks talking loudly, and the crowd was always some distance away from them, because these people were wearing clothes that were only available in foreign countries.

In Nagalil, the people who could afford to dress in foreign goods were often from the upper echelons of society, and these people had terrible privileges, and they could even execute some of the people they hated not only for the trial, but of course they had to pay the price for this arbitrary deprivation of the lives of others, about ten thousand galils.

Galil is the currency of Nagalil, according to the current fluctuation of the international exchange rate market, one federal sol can be exchanged for about forty galils, and ten thousand galils is a month's salary of federal workers.

By the way, this exchange rate is the official exchange rate, and on the black market, the federal sol can often be exchanged for ninety to one hundred galils, which is the exchange rate in circulation!

As long as this fine is paid, these people can be acquitted, because the money they pay will eventually be presented to the gods, and the sacrifices are inspired by the gods, and most of the time the gods are forgiving, and they will forgive these people for their careless mistakes.

And if someone hates them?

Then go and curse them, and in the next great ruin, the souls of these people will be forever wailing in hell.

When a small group of people in the crowd who were different from other places saw Asr, the expression on their faces suddenly became vivid, and the guy who walked in the front looked to be about fifty years old, with black and white hair, but his body was strong and strong.

This is Asr's father, who had his first child at the age of seventeen, and Asr is his third, but not the youngest.

"Welcome back, what about the boss?", Asr's father looked back through Asr's shoulder, but did not find any big man.

In Nagalil, it is very easy to find a big person, just look at whether there are people around him and how far people are from him to know if these people are big people or not.

Father and son were talking, and Asr's brothers gathered around to make amusement remarks.

Over the years, Asr has inexplicably obtained permanent residency in the Bailer Federation, which has raised the family that originally belonged to the bottom at once, and the money remitted to Asr's father's account every year is enough for all of them to live comfortably without working.

The family is now considered to be in the middle and upper classes of local society.

Several people were talking, and suddenly there was a shrill whistle in the distance, and then the flow of people, although chaotic but also with an inexplicable order, began to panic, squeezing to both sides of the street.

In the distance, some men with wide-brimmed hats and dressed in police uniforms from developed countries, holding two-foot-long wooden sticks wrapped in strips of cloth, kept whipping ordinary people on the side of the road who could not dodge in time, driving them further aside.

When these people ran in front of Asr's family, they did not beat them with sticks, but took off their hats and saluted, which is also a local characteristic, with serious polarization of power and strict class hierarchies.

At this time, only a few cars in the distance slowly drove along the clear road, and the people sitting in the middle of the two cars seemed to be a little curious about the Asr family, and after a few more glances, one of the girls impressed Asr deeply.

Very beautiful girl, although he had lived in the neighboring country of Baile for many years, although he also liked the fair-skinned girls who were as well developed as milk.

But these are just physical impulses, not souls, this girl is very special, very much in line with the culture that Asr has been exposed to since she was a child, her face is painted with some patterns, she wears traditional but very luxurious Nagalil jewelry, everything is so perfect.

The girl's gaze froze for a moment as it met him, and then a smile appeared, maybe Asr's temperament that was different from Nagalil's bottom made people feel a little funny, but it was limited to that.

The convoy passed quickly, and Asr was in a trance as he looked at the distant convoy, obscured by the dust and the flow of people back on the road.

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

His father sighed a little, "It's the provincial governor!"