"Beautiful fur!"
Lynch could not help but exclaim as he looked at the carcasses of the leopards and lions under the sun. The fur was a beautiful golden yellow under the sun. If they were treated with some oil, they would shine with a golden light!
It was human nature to love beauty. Ever since people put gorgeous feathers on their heads and arrogantly thought that the aesthetics of gods and humans were the same, it seemed to have become a universal desire to make oneself more beautiful. People would go crazy for these things.
Hassana looked at the hanging leopards and lions and smiled at Lynch. "I heard that the people of the Federation are like you, skinnier …" He paused. "I'm not mocking you, Mr. Lynch, but you are really too skinny. It's better for men to be stronger!"
He pointed at the hanging leopards and lions. "The fur of their torso can be used to make coats, and the fur of their limbs can be made into gloves or bags. I suggest you make their heads into specimens. I heard that people in your world like to hang animal heads on the wall!"
This might be a reminder, but his tone did not seem very friendly. Lynch glanced at him with a smile on his face. "Mr. Hassana, the scientists I know are very thin and weak. They don't spend time and energy on enjoyment, but the things they create have a huge impact on the advancement of civilization and the maintenance of world peace. Do you understand what I mean?"
Hassana laughed. "Of course, of course, I understand what you mean …" Obviously, he did not understand Lynch's meaning. Lynch's words were more subtle, and Hassana did not realize the subtle threat in his words.
The natives were the natives. They were barbaric, ignorant, and stupid.
Lynch stayed there for three days. On the third day, he saw an animal migration from afar. It was a little shocking. These magnificent natural landscapes sometimes shocked the natives more than the humans in civilized society.
Because the natives were stupid, they could not understand the mysteries of nature, so they were afraid of the unknown. However, the gentlemen in civilized society were different. They only wanted to conquer!
In three days, hundreds of leopard and lion furs had been sent to the city. There were craftsmen who specialized in tanning furs. They had served the upper class for generations and mastered this important skill.
In the past three days, at least 30 people had died and hundreds of others were injured. Even so, Hassana still lost his temper at his nephew. "You're right. You're right. You're right. You're right.
Because these clumsy hunters had injured more than a dozen leopards and lions that could have been captured alive. In the end, they had no choice but to turn them into furs.
It was all money, glittering money!
This caused them to deduct a portion of the rewards they paid to the hunters.
Although the hunters complained about this, they only complained a little. They didn't dare to resist because they, their families, and their descendants still had to serve Hassanah and his descendants.
If they offended Hassana, they could only turn from hunters who were envied by everyone to ordinary people like most people.
On the way back, Hassana did not follow them. He only arranged for his nephew to send someone to escort Lynch and the others back. He still had to supervise and keep an eye on those idiots in the camp. He was afraid that if no one was watching, they would turn the live leopards into dead ones. That would cost him a lot of money, a lot of money!
"Boss, I'm troubled by some problems. Can you solve them for me?"
Asil, who was sitting in the car, looked at Lynch with a pained look in his eyes.
They were speaking the international lingua franca. At the same time, the international lingua franca they spoke had a very strong Bailey Federation accent. It was like a "hello" that everyone knew. It could eventually evolve into dozens of different versions. Even those who were proficient in the international lingua franca would find it difficult to understand all the changes in the accents, let alone the fact that the driver was an aboriginal who did not speak the international lingua franca.
Lynch nodded. His eyes were kind. This might not be the right word, but it was very accurate because his eyes could indeed be called kind when his age was added together.
"Of course, Asil, my friend. If I can answer your questions, I will definitely do so!"
Asil squeezed out a smile. "Thank you, boss …" He listened for a while as he spoke. Then, with a tone that even he himself did not notice, he asked in disbelief and suppressed some kind of emotion, "Is there a chance to change things here, boss?"
"Actually, before you came, I was thinking about this question. Can everything here be changed?"
His eyes became a little hollow, and his voice was a little hollow. "When I was in the Federation, everyone told me that human life is extremely precious. No one can arbitrarily deprive others of their right to live. That's what we did, and I believed it."
"But here, in my hometown, human life is worth less than a dollar bill. The people in power can arbitrarily deprive others of their lives. All of this … is it possible to change?"
His eyes focused again, and they stopped on Lynch. His voice was a little anxious. "Even if this place can't become the Federation, at least it won't be like it is now!"
Lynch looked at him, full of curiosity as if he was looking at a fresh piece of food. "I never knew you were someone who liked to think about such heavy questions!"
Asil was stunned. He suddenly lowered his head in embarrassment. "I don't know what's wrong with me. But ever since I came back, I feel that everything is unbearable. I feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe I'm sick."
Lynch raised his arm and pointed at him. "You're not sick. It's just that you've seen this society clearly."
"You think the rulers here are cruel, but in fact, it's not them who caused this. It's the people you think are living in despair."
"It's these people who give in step by step, allowing the rulers to get closer and closer. In the end, they fall into the abyss, and the rulers look down on them from the edge of the cliff."
"If someone stood up and fought against the fate they are now enduring, even if they died, the rulers would start to face the demands of the largest group of people in society."
"Even if they were hypocritical, they would start to care for these people, improve their living conditions, and open up a path for some people to rise."
"But they didn't do that. They gave in even more in the face of crueler oppression. This made the rulers think that the way they treated these people didn't touch their bottom line, and the situation would only get worse."
Asil felt an unbearable feeling. He always thought that the rulers were the ones who caused this situation, but Lynch's words made him feel even worse.
People were killing their own hope with their own hands. Was there anything crueler than this?
He was silent for a long time. His chest rose and fell violently. After a period of silence, he suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. "I shouldn't think about this. I'm just a normal person. It's just that seeing the people here suffer such a fate makes me feel bad."
"I'm sorry, boss. I said something I shouldn't have and ruined your mood!"
Lynch didn't think much of it. He waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. I haven't answered your question just now. Actually, the way to change all of this is very simple. We need to use death and blood to awaken the entire society."
"No subversive change can be achieved through friendly negotiations. Only death and blood can wipe away the pretense of peace, expose the darkest reality, and reawaken the people's numb souls."
"Asil, you're not that kind of person, but I believe that one day, there will be someone like you who will open up a stairway to heaven for all the people here in hell!"
The rest of the car ride was quiet. Asil was thinking about what Lynch had said, and Lynch was thinking about the same thing.
The motorcade entered the city. Their original plan was to send Lynch back to the hotel, but there was a slight delay on the way.
When the motorcade entered the city center, they bumped into two floats. The drivers chose to stop by the roadside and wait for the floats to pass.
There were many women sitting on the floats. They were all quite young, and their current state seemed a little abnormal. Their cheeks were abnormally red, and their eyes were not so clear.
Everyone stretched their limbs lazily, as if they had no bones in their bodies.
"What's this?"
Lynch seemed to be full of curiosity about everything here.
Asil came back to his senses and glanced at it. After a moment of silence, he said, "Floats and saintesses …" He obviously didn't finish his sentence. Lynch was still looking at him, so he gathered his thoughts and introduced them to Lynch seriously.
In Nagaria, religious people, priests, high priests, and other priests could all get married and have children. No one said that they couldn't get married or have children. It was ridiculous.
For the people in the lower echelons of society, there was absolutely no hope for them to cling onto the rulers. The rulers looked down on their background and family conditions, and wouldn't give them the slightest chance.
So they set their sights on the priests and priests. These people were easier to get in touch with.
If some families had beautiful girls, they would dress them up beautifully when they grew up and send them to the temple to serve the gods in the name of saintess candidates.
Every day, the gods would descend on the priests and priests at any time and place, and then enjoy the service of these girls and let them complete their mission.
Once a girl got pregnant, her child would be recognized by some of the gods, and then the child would be trained to become a new priest or even a priest.
The status of the girl and her family in society would also be significantly improved. They could start to enjoy some public facilities, and the children could go to school. The life of the whole family would undergo a huge change.
Of course, not every girl was so lucky. Most of them were not so lucky. These girls would probably be sent back when they were seventeen or nineteen years old. The temple couldn't afford to raise so many people, so they would focus on the new batch of saintesses.
These saintesses would undergo all kinds of special physical and mental treatment for a long time, and some changes would occur to them, especially mentally.
The saintesses on the floats were the ones who were "returned". In their ignorance, they gave their best to the gods, but now what awaited them was the most tragic fate!