Darkstone Code

Chapter 1094 - 1092: The New Federation and New Family

The weather in Nagariel is quite pleasant, around seventeen or eighteen degrees. Lynch felt that long-missed comfort the moment he stepped off the ship.

He is actually someone who doesn’t like the heat, though he isn’t afraid of the cold.

Disliking the heat is because sweat makes him look disheveled, with his hair sticking to his forehead, and it also makes him appear less convincing.

There are always some fools who associate sweating with guilt, but the connection isn’t that strong.

The most critical thing is that in high temperatures, people have no way to cope with the heat outside buildings; you can’t take off all your clothes, and you just have to bear it, looking foolish and awkward.

But the cold is different; if you feel cold, you just need to wear more clothes.

In the heat, you can’t undress more.

In the cold, you can wear clothes.

So Lynch likes winter, not summer, but this year has been really too cold!

Arriving in Nagariel, he took off his heavy coat, and his whole body felt relaxed.

The sea breeze carried a bit of a salty smell, and the pleasant temperature made him feel comfortable. Nagariel has changed a lot in the past two years; at least now, there is no longer a foul smell in the air.

The streets are also very clean and tidy. Those who have been to Nagariel before but haven’t visited in a while can’t help but exclaim in disbelief, "Oh my God," when they arrive now.

The change has indeed been drastic, and the United Development Company has managed this place without reservation.

As soon as Lynch got off the ship, he saw Gadon. Gadon was dressed differently from the past, no longer in a long shirt or robe-like clothing.

It was more akin to a Federation officer’s clothing, with a one-inch standing collar, giving off an exceptionally gallant impression.

"Mr. Lynch...", seeing Lynch walking down the gangplank, Gadon immediately approached with a cautious and ingratiating expression on his face.

Before Lynch called him, he never thought that one day he would become the Provincial Governor of a Province in Nagariel, although now it’s called Legislator.

Even if he’s just a puppet, it means he has achieved a class transition, leaping from the third privileged class directly into the second privileged class, and the blood flowing through his veins is ennobled by this change of status.

Perhaps these changes are not the most important; what matters most is that he proved one thing—that he is indeed Simon’s most capable son, and only he is qualified to inherit everything from Mr. Simon!

Lynch stood at the bottom of the gangplank and extended his hand to shake Gadon’s approaching hand. Some passengers were watching from a distance but left after just a glance.

Nearby, many local police maintained order, holding rubber batons, but they didn’t really hit or shove the passersby.

More and more foreigners are turning their eyes towards here, and many are choosing to travel here to witness the "New Federation Miracle," which is booming Nagariel’s tourism industry.

It is increasingly undesirable to allow foreign visitors to witness local barbarity, so they generally refrain from laying hands on ordinary people anymore.

The locals have also noticeably felt an improvement in their quality of life. It’s not just that they can work and receive cash, but it’s also the overall social quality that has been elevated!

The wonders of monetary power mean there’s less need to stress educational issues; simply letting people become wealthier makes their qualities naturally rise.

They no longer discard trash just anywhere, nor lay in the sewage at the roadside to cool down.

The sight of men and middle-aged women relieving themselves in the street is no longer visible; everyone has become more civilized.

Of course, fines and punishments played a role, such as spending over a year to change the habit of urinating and defecating in the streets.

If someone urinates or defecates in the street, they will be hung up and whipped—five lashes for urinating, ten for defecating.

The excruciating pain ensures the memory becomes lasting!

Tragedy works the same way.

People always struggle to remember movies with perfect endings but find tragedies unforgettable.

The clean and tidy Nagariel is exuding its unique charm.

"You’ve done well!" Lynch’s first words brought Gadon some surprise, and he quickly lowered his head, not wanting Lynch to see his expression.

His feelings and impressions of Lynch are quite complex.

In some sense, he should, like the local privileged class, be filled with hostility towards high-ranking members of the United Development Company like Lynch, yet he simply couldn’t do so.

Back then, Lynch supported him, protecting him from certain troubles, such as when Mr. Simon’s lawful wife and children were demanding his assets.

If Lynch had sided with them, his fate would have been very, very miserable.

But at that crucial moment, Lynch stood by him, strongly supporting keeping Nagariel’s wealth in Nagariel, giving him the courage to get rid of that mother, son, and their dog!

He must thank Lynch, not to mention Lynch now supports him to be a legislator, genuinely helping him cross a class barrier into the second privileged tier in Nagariel.

Lynch’s contributions can’t be adequately expressed with just gratitude, so even if he appears modest, it’s warranted.

Even when it’s just because of a single praise from Lynch.

"I’ve been constantly reflecting on the words and policies you mentioned, and I’m always anxious that I’m not doing well enough."

Lynch released his grip and smiled, patting his arm, "This is quite good. If no one told me this was Nagariel, I would have thought it’s somewhere else."

He paused while speaking, "Let’s talk as we walk."

Gadon immediately led Lynch, and after boarding the Upper Senator’s special car, they drove to Lynch’s villa in Nagariel.

A luxurious building that resembles a palace stands not too far from the coastline.

"I came here this time with some tasks to accomplish..." Lynch spoke softly as he looked at the changes outside the car window, "This year’s heavy snow has caused snow disasters worldwide; food will become the primary issue ahead."

Gadon nodded, "Indeed, even here, I can feel that many people have fallen ill this year; it’s something that couldn’t have happened before."

This year, many people in Nagariel caught colds, the outbreak of this illness spread swiftly and widely, unbelievably fast!

In the past, no one ever caught a cold, and now, many who did are showing signs of severe illness.

Fortunately, people from the Federation sent medication and special drugs to help stabilize the illness in Nagariel.

Of course, these weren’t free; they came at a cost, and treatment was voluntary. If someone couldn’t afford it but wanted to recover quickly or feared death, hospitals accepted installment payments.

But the installment payments here are somewhat different from those in the Federation.

In the Federation, installment agencies send out bills in the first few days of each cycle to those who need to repay part of various debts.

They don’t force labor upon people, nor do they compel immediate payment. They wait.

If someone cannot pay the bill, they don’t take immediate action either; they wait until they can auction off the person’s house, then they won’t wait any longer.

If someone in the Federation can’t pay but the rights holder says there’s no rush and can provide some grace, then it’s likely they have their eye on that family’s house, car, or something else.

But in Nagariel, it can’t be done this way. The reason is simple; people here are not all hardworking; some are lazy.

If they allow installments without restrictions, don’t expect to get your money back, and concerning the auctioning of houses, it’s of no concern to them.

Anyway, houses here aren’t worth much; taking their house away, they can easily build a new one by cutting some wood.

To avoid installment delays, all Nagariel residents who sign up for installment payments are subjected to forced labor.

Until they repay all the fees, they must undergo compulsory labor in certain factories or areas.

To get them to work more, sometimes the prices of certain goods, like medicines, are extremely high.

"I need someone to open up wasteland for farming, and not just here. We must purchase grain from other places as well."

Lynch turned to look at Gadon, "Besides barley and wheat, other grains, especially those with high yields. Maybe we’re not just coping with the Federation’s grain shortage next year but the whole world’s!"

Gadon couldn’t quite understand why Mr. Lynch attaches so much importance to the food issue. People in Nagariel actually don’t lack food.

There aren’t many people starving to death annually; most are those who die of laziness, illness, old age; these are mainstream.

The hot weather here continuously produces various edible wild foods, and the rich wildlife provides ample food resources.

When really starving, a group of people can sharpen wooden sticks and venture into the wild, they can always find something to eat and fill their stomachs, so he didn’t understand the problem of food.

Differences in perspective and world understanding made him unable to view all problems from as high a point as Lynch.

Nevertheless, he agreed.

When Lynch returned to his residence, he saw Nell.

And his child.

Gadon also timely took his leave, needing to leave the time and space to the family.

"What’s the child’s name?" Lynch walked into the great hall, which was as grand as a palace.

He found a chair to sit down, looking at the child held by the girl perhaps smaller yet similar in age to him, asked casually.

"Fiasde..." Nell looked at the child with a special expression, unexpectedly showing fatherly love, which is simply unbelievable!

Lynch nodded, "So is this a boy’s name or a girl’s name?"

"A boy!"