The ruling class of Najaril had never really treated the people at the bottom as human beings. They only treated them as slaves, consumables, and even "things"!
To them, "accidentally" killing some people at the bottom was not worth it at all. It would become a "burden" for them.
Religion also explained these problems to the people. For example, they did bear a lot of sins, but it didn't matter. After they died, they would go to hell.
On the contrary, the victims who were harmed by these "bad guys" or even died because of them ascended to heaven. To them, this was not sad or pitiful, but a kind of … grace.
At least they could go to heaven, but those sinful nobles could only go to hell.
It was not that they couldn't tell what was wrong and what was sin, but they were used to enduring it.
Until …
The arrival of the Federation people.
The boundaries of the law became obvious, and the divine law continued to shrink. At this time, people realized that they would be punished if they made a mistake.
The one who punished them was not God, but humans, and the judicial authorities.
This was also the reason why people would report the case and the matter began to escalate. They were no longer numb to life like before. Under the indoctrination of Akumali, they began to rationally seek answers to problems and began to try to express their demands through proper means.
This was the progress of society, and it was not barbaric. It was not built through violence, war, and destruction. This was a miracle for the entire history of civilization!
A gentle process of social evolution, a social evolution known as the "Miracle of Najaril" or the "Miracle of Akumali".
Now, these nobles also understood that they had done something wrong, so they had to be responsible for their mistakes.
"If I turn myself in, they might kill me …" Dragon's son's body was no longer trembling, but there was some anger in his eyes.
He did not know why his father would give him such a stupid suggestion. Anger washed away his fear. "Now those Federation people are always thinking of ousting us. If I turn myself in, I will lose everything."
"Power, status, wealth, privileges, and I will most likely be killed by them!"
In the face of his son's increasingly loud voice, Dragon did not get angry like he did. Instead, he maintained a gentle attitude. "I promise that the Federation will not kill you. At most, you will be imprisoned for a period of time, and then you will be free."
"As for those things you mentioned …" Dragon was silent for a while. He had them before, until he wanted to get the assembly line in Lynch's hands, and wanted Lynch to help him achieve basic industrial capabilities.
Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh. Everything was caused by greed.
"You are blinded by power and desire, my son."
"You never really had these things, so how can you lose them?"
"You just walked out of illusory satisfaction, and saw the real world. This is actually a good thing for you!"
Being a puppet in the hands of the Federation wasn't real power. There was no need to linger on this kind of fake power.
The young man on the other end of the phone line. Dragon's patience.
He was very satisfied with his current life. The wealth he plundered in Najalil was enough to support his family to live a rich life in the Federation.
Now, his eldest son ran a small trading company, engaged in trade related to Najalil. After all, his family had some connections there, and Dragon himself was a shareholder of the Joint Development Company, so the trading company was very prosperous.
Not to mention getting rich, but at least it brought in considerable profits every month.
His third son and youngest son had begun to receive home education, and he planned to send his two sons to the Federation's high school.
In fact, there was no hope for them in this life, because the label on them would never let them get rid of the Federation's distrust of them.
But their descendants could. His grandson, his grandson's son, and his grandson's grandson could.
Now, what they were doing was accumulating for their descendants.
Their clan would germinate, take root, and thrive in the Federation in another form.
So at this time, he was more and more obedient to Lynch's arrangements. He had given up on this disobedient son of his.
He couldn't ruin the current good situation because of his son. He really thought so.
The tycoons of the Federation were definitely more powerful than the local emperors of small countries!
After waiting for a while, his son still didn't make a decision. Dragon's tone was inevitably a little disappointed.
"I've told you my suggestion. I won't force you to make any choice. The choice of the future is up to you."
He said and hung up the phone, then looked at Lynch, who was sitting next to him and sipping wine.
There was a gentle smile on his face. Dragon was a qualified ruler. He used to be, but he was qualified now.
Even if it was his son, he would not hesitate to abandon him when he couldn't bring him any benefits and was a hidden threat to him.
This was the world of rulers. They put everything, including people, on both ends of the scale, and then put the weight that represented themselves on the scale with the obvious advantage.
"When children grow up, they don't want to listen to their parents' advice. I was the same when I was young."
He got up and sat down on the sofa across from Lynch.
These sofas were much more comfortable than the rattan chairs, but there were still some rattan chairs in this room. Some habits were very difficult to change in a short time.
Lynch nodded. "Give him a little more time. If he still hasn't made a decision by nightfall …"
In truth, the ones who were truly worried about this matter were not him, but the Joint Development Company, the Federation, and Akumali.
The theory that Akumali had promoted in Nagalee and the rule of law that the Federation had enforced in Nagalee had both clashed with this matter.
In order to prove Akumali's ideas, to use peaceful methods to express his resolve and demands, and to prove the value of the rule of law, he had to send a few people to the altar.
Only bloody reforms would be firmly remembered. Those that didn't were just tricks!
"If he's captured, Mengshe – Ü-Tsang will need a new Councilman. Do you have any good candidates?"
Lynch put down the wine cup in his hand.
Dragon's heart skipped a beat, but a thoughtful look appeared on his face. He did not immediately answer. Instead, he seemed to be seriously considering the question for a while before revealing an expression of regret.
As he shook his head, he said, "I don't know who to recommend. None of the people I know can bear this responsibility. As for anyone else, I'm not too familiar with them."
As he spoke, he began to gather information. "I heard that your father is doing pretty well over there. Why don't you let him try?"
"I believe that the people will support him. This is also an attempt, a change, a revolution!"
There were still some things that he did not say. Why couldn't a foreigner become a Councilman of the Joint Parliament? If the first foreigner could be elected, then could the foreigners of the other provinces also become Councilmen?
If one day, the Joint Parliament was filled with people from the Federation, then would this country be Nagalee, or one of the 'provinces' of the Federation?
Lynch glanced at him, an indescribable smile on his lips. He shook his head. "It's too early."
It had been less than two years since the Federation had taken over Nagalee. The people were still in a transition period, still adapting to this change.
If someone from the Federation was suddenly added to the traditional ruling class at this time, it would definitely incite fierce opposition from some people, perhaps even leading to a series of unpredictable problems.
It was better to do what they were doing now, raising their rulers like puppets while using the culture of the Federation to irrigate the new generation. In the end, they would bear the flowers and fruits of the 'Federation'. "Gordon.
"Let's go with Gordon. Of all the Nagalil I know, he fits my requirements."
Seeing Dragon's somewhat confused expression, Lynch corrected the pronunciation of the name. "Garton."
Dragon showed an expression of understanding. "I know him."
Garton had killed his father, inherited his wealth, and was also suspected of killing two foreigners. In truth, these matters could not be hidden, and Lynch already had the concrete evidence in his hands.
These things would become an important means of suppressing Garton. As long as he did not obediently obey, even if he was a member of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang Council, the supreme ruler of the province, he could be imprisoned at any time or even lose his head.
And this would become a model of Nagalee's' rule of law '.
Compared to those people Lynch was not too familiar with or those people who were not so easy to control, Garton was a very good candidate.
Dragon thought for a while. "I'm not familiar with him, but I trust your judgment. I will fully support you."
Talking to smart people really was easy, especially when this smart person had already had his spine broken.
Dragon definitely still had a lot of influence in Nagalee, enough to ensure that Garton was successfully elected. As for Dragon's talk of Neil becoming a council member, that was just a joke.
At least for a few years, it would be a joke!
A little later, Provincial Governor Dragon's son finally made a choice that was beneficial to him.
He walked out of his house and went to the local Armed Police Department, stating that he wanted to turn himself in.
In an instant, this news was like a whirlwind that shook all of Nagalee. The inviolable ruling class in their eyes had actually confessed to their crimes. This was something that had never happened before.
This also made the people who participated in the demonstration even more fanatical about Akumali's theory and ideology. This was change. There was no need for violence or sacrifice. As long as one calmly expressed one's demands, there would definitely be people who would hear it!