Darkstone Code

Chapter 1252 - 1250: I Feel So Wronged!

When several cars parked under the Count’s financial company building, Lynch was on the phone in a room across the street.

He stood by the window, which was tightly closed. The winter in Gafura was not pleasant at all. Thick clothes couldn’t stop the damp cold air from invading, as if in such weather, clothes had lost their purpose.

The room had heating, but even so, the fireplace was also lit.

The temperature dropped quickly, so quickly that when people thought it should be autumn, the temperature had already entered the winter season.

Beautiful lace curtains hung on both sides. He slightly turned sideways, holding the phone receiver in one hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, while the other hand struck a lighter.

With a "ding—", the cigarette was lit. He took a deep drag, and thick smoke filled his lungs, expanding into every corner covered by smoke.

At this moment, Nicotine fully interacted with the alveoli, and a large amount of Nicotine quickly entered the brain through the bloodstream, stimulating the secretion of dopamine.

The whole person’s emotions seemed to relax instantly.

The call also connected at this moment.

"Are you having a good time in Gafura?" Mr. Truman’s voice was somewhat nostalgic.

What was nostalgic was not the communication with Mr. Truman, but the Federation’s speech tone.

The tone of Gafura people when speaking was indeed unlikeable. That arrogance from wherever it came from made their tone obnoxious.

Lynch smiled and affirmed, "The telephone line is confidential. The temperature in Gafura has dropped quickly these past few days. Is it the same in the Federation?"

"Yes, the weather forecast says it will start snowing in Bupen tomorrow or the day after. This year’s winter is much earlier than usual."

"Some experts and scholars believe the Ice Age is coming. There was a lunatic who gave a lecture in Bupen yesterday, claiming that by the end of this glacial period, humanity’s numbers will be less than one percent of what they currently are, and all civilizations will be destroyed..."

Federation people have a miraculous "physique." They believe in the existence of gods, aliens, and that high society celebrities, politicians, and capitalists are impersonated by space aliens.

They believe many things without evidence and naturally believe in the imminent arrival of the apocalypse.

Mr. Truman’s tone became slightly serious, "There were some minor troubles today. Many supermarkets and agricultural warehouses in the Northern Region have been robbed."

"A lot of food and winter supplies have become primary targets of robbery."

"Especially now when the North is too cold, trains find it hard to operate. I suspect that the problem will be more severe by December."

He used the word "serious." Generally, people don’t use the word "serious." It implies a certain baseline, an extreme state.

If this extreme state can’t be maintained, there will be total devastation.

This is a frontline that must be staunchly defended!

Lynch anticipated something but didn’t expect it to be so severe, "Is it spontaneous behavior, or organized?"

"Spontaneous... many people in the North have already frozen to death. Some homeless people and families lacking winter supplies are the main force, no conspiracy."

When Lynch asked this question, Mr. Truman knew what Lynch was thinking and immediately provided a reasonably good answer.

His answer slightly relieved Lynch. If someone organized chaos in the face of such natural disasters, it wouldn’t be good for the entire Federation.

"If there’s no other option, sound the alarm. Once chaos erupts, many things can’t be enforced."

After saying this, he paused for a few seconds, "My grain and winter supplies will soon be shipped domestically. By then, it should resolve some issues."

"It’s best to adopt some policies, let the homeless move south, hoping it’s not too cold this year."

At Lynch’s request, many regions in Nagariel have started planting crops, with Federation people giving free seeds and agriculture experts guiding them.

Anyone who isn’t a fool and is willing to work can basically reap some benefits.

Asir has cultivated many lands and had a pretty good harvest, becoming a role model, a leading force encouraging more local Nagariel elites to become farm owners.

In fact, the people of Nagariel weren’t lacking smart individuals, nor practitioners. It was just that in the past, the environment didn’t allow them to change their lives and surroundings through their efforts.

Now the Federation has arrived, bringing not destruction, but making Nagariel better.

Some believe that Nagariel people must be mistreated and under Federation management must be slaving away like mad.

However, that’s not the case. They don’t know the history of Nagariel, so naturally, they don’t understand how happy the people of Nagariel are now.

After discussing domestic issues, Mr. Truman began talking about Lynch’s activities in Gafura.

This was Lynch’s initiative, and of course, Mr. Truman hoped he would come and trouble his opponents. No one would find it unnecessary.

"How are your ideas going these past few days?"

He asked.

"Not bad!" Lynch took a drag on his cigarette. Suddenly, thick smoke began billowing out from a window on the second floor of the financial company across from him, and a car accident occurred at the street corner. Two cars collided and soon caught fire.

He glanced at the cigarette butt in his hand, took another drag, then stubbed it out in the ashtray and turned back to sit on the sofa.

"It’s inevitable for Gafura to change its system. Now, almost everyone is standing against their Emperor, and the Imperial Family has no chance of winning."

"I’m here merely to hope that this process can be drawn out a bit, allowing the Imperial Family to see some hope, and then properly compete with the nobility."

"Regardless of the process, the final result won’t change."

Mr. Truman felt a bit melancholy after hearing this. "So, it seems we’ll soon be facing a brand new Gafura?"

"Yes, it will be more vibrant, more energetic, younger, and of course, more stable. Stability is the most important thing!"

Mr. Truman seemed to have thought of something and casually asked, "Will we encounter such problems in the future?"

This question had been lingering in his heart for a long time, as he felt there were significant issues with the Federation’s system.

It seemed like everything in the world existed to serve capitalism and capitalists, from legislators appearing on construction sites in ties and shiny shoes to the President himself.

They are practically all spokespeople for capital, needing to speak for the capital behind them, a fact that no one can change.

Even if someone doesn’t cooperate, in four, at most eight years, they can be replaced. If they’re lower-level politicians, they can be replaced every two years, forcing everyone to bow to capital.

Something feels off; this kind of system has problems, though it’s hard to pinpoint exactly where the problem lies. Everything is disguised as perfect!

Lynch chuckled a few times. "That’s impossible. The Federation’s current system maximizes the satisfaction of all levels’ needs."

"We are too free; nothing can bind us. If we blindly increase rules, it will instead create unnecessary problems..."

As he was speaking, a sudden explosion occurred. Mr. Truman on the other end of the phone was somewhat concerned. "I think I heard something explode. Was that the sound of an explosion?"

Lynch walked back to the window with the phone in his hand and nodded toward the second-floor window across the street, from which flames were shooting out. It didn’t matter whether he nodded or not to Mr. Truman, as he couldn’t see.

"Yes, a good show is unfolding..."

Mr. Truman caught the implication and laughed, saying, "Then I won’t interrupt your enjoyment. Let’s meet up when you have the time..."

The fire trucks couldn’t get in, busy extinguishing the flames from the two cars involved in the accident.

Until they extinguish that fire and clear the wreckage, they definitely can’t get in.

The fire continued to burn, and some people fled out of the building in a panic, their faces showing signs of fear.

There were also those whose faces were filled with excitement. Violence and destruction are things that can never be unloaded from people’s bones.

By the time the fire trucks arrived, the fire was almost out. Lynch looked at the fire with a satisfied smile.

He had put quite a bit of effort into making sure this fire burned fiercely and intensely.

Later on, the Imperial Capital’s TV station reported the news. A financial company was accidentally set ablaze for certain reasons, and everything inside was incinerated.

The host also advised the general public to pay close attention to fire hazards during this time when heating and fireplaces are in use.

Every winter is a high-risk season for fires in the latter half of the year. Gafura people, whether poor or wealthy, will light a fire in their fireplaces if their homes allow it!

This has led to many household fires in the winter.

The host intentionally concealed the truth behind this fire; it was deliberate, not only deliberate but also at Lynch’s personal request.

Without flames and burning, revenge always seems to lack something. If Kipling knew Lynch’s thoughts, he would surely applaud his thinking.

The young Count was crying in Duke Phillips’s villa, lamenting how he had just withdrawn ten million Fla in cash and it was all burned before he could take it away.

More importantly, he lost a lot of account books, worth millions in total!

"I agreed to your mediation and was willing to reconcile with the other side, but look what they’ve done!"

"They beat my employees and servants, then burned my estate, turning millions worth of assets into ashes!"

"Your Grace, I respect you, but if this is the price of my respect..."

He moved his lips but did not continue.

The Duke rested his hand on his forehead, frowning, and his face showed some impatience.

"Do you... have any evidence to prove what you’re saying?"

The young Count replied aggrievedly, "I just withdrew the money, you can ask the people at the Royal Bank!"