Steady Progress

Roza was a resident of a small town called Uwa in Pashlick’s. One day, as soon as he went out, he found a convoy parked on the outskirts of the town and confronted the escorts spontaneously organised by the townspeople, attracting a lot of onlookers.

“Explain your intentions, strangers!” The captain of the escort, a veteran who retired from the army, Bowa, yelled at the convoy.

“We are the people of the Hope Angel Project, or the people of Paschlik’s Provisional Self-Government Government,” said a man who walked out of the convoy. “The interim government passed a resolution not long ago and formulated a reconstruction plan. We are the aid team here to implement it!”

As soon as these words came out, the residents whispered. As a town relatively close to Kuroveld, this temporary government composed of outsiders once made the residents very uneasy.

“Bowa, let them in!” At this time, a respected old man in the town – also a rare old man with a radio, Kuroga rushed to Bowa breathlessly. “They are here to help us, let them in.”

Bowa hesitated for a moment and said to the group, “You can come in, but we will keep an eye on you.”

Soon, the convoy entered, and the residents were surprised to find that, except for the few leading people who were outsiders, all the others were locals, and some were even recognized as people from nearby towns.

“Residents, we are an aid team from Kuroveld. We will inspect your town and provide you with clean drinking water. At the same time, for those who are sick, we will also provide you with medicine.” That and the person Bowa talked to was standing on the high platform in the town square. As soon as these words came out, the people below chatted and discussed.

“At the same time, we are going to read out a new set of rules called the law. From today onwards, everything must be done according to this set of rules.” He took out a small notebook and read it, and the residents below were engrossed in it. Listen, and soon they found out that what he said had no particular effect on their lives.

“…We will find some slates to engrave on them. You can check them at any time.” The representative of the temporary autonomous government on the high platform took a sip of mineral water to moisten his throat under the envious eyes of the residents.

“But we can’t read!” someone shouted from below

“Don’t worry, the provisional self-government has of course taken this into consideration, so we will also renovate the existing building as a school to teach children to read.” The representative said, and he threw another bombshell, “And, everything I said above is free!”

Immediately, the crowd exploded.

“Really? Are the medicines, clean water and school places that can only be bought at high prices on the black market for free?” Someone asked.

“Except that the medicines will be sold at a much lower price than the black market, and only those who have been diagnosed with illness by our doctors can buy them, all of which are free, and this project does not require you to pay any assets!” said the representative.

“Long live the Provisional Self-Government!” all the residents cheered.

Such a scene plays out everywhere in Pashlick. At the same time, the decrees of the Provisional Self-Government Government were also broadcast to each region.

“Here is the Paschlick Provisional Self-Government Radio, and starting today, we will issue a new decree in the Paschlick area, the general decree is as follows:

… the above are the entire contents of the new Paschlikna law, we hereby take an oath in the name of the Angel of Hope Project in charge of the temporary self-government of Paschlikna, we will ensure the use of the law and ensure the integrity of the judicial process. Fairness and justice, regardless of status, whether local leaders or civilians, must strictly abide by the law, and everyone must be responsible for their words and deeds.”

“Damn!” Ziramel frowned in his villa.

Surrounded by several well-respected local leaders.

“It’s just a few decrees, nothing else.” A local leader pouted.

“These foreigners will really give us trouble…” Ziramel muttered.

This law was not taken to heart by the them, they still went their separate ways. But soon, they discovered that what the Provisional Self-Government Government did was not as simple as “Applying eye drops”.

“Murder?” Andre glanced at the local who had been appointed as a militiaman.

“Yes, a worker was whipped to death,” said the militiaman.

“Just follow the legal process, there’s no need to inform us, right?” Andre said.

“However, it was a local leader who beat him,” said the militiaman.

“…How did your captain deal with it?” Andre said after a moment of silence.

“He’s not going to pursue this matter, that’s local leader.”

“Then why did you report it to us?”

“Because you made new laws, I decided that it should be necessary to tell you,” The militiaman thought for a while and said.

“Very good, you can go.” After sending the militia away, Andre looked at Mo Yanqiu, “Boss, what do you think?”

Mo Yanqiu’s arrival was a secret. Only Andre knew her identity. Other consultants just think she was the daughter of a big man in the company. It was unusual for the owner of the wolf pack to come to such a place.pleasereadthischapteratfanstranslation.com

Mo Yanqiu was writing something at the moment. Hearing this, she stopped to think for a moment, and said without raising her head, “Dead.”

“Clear.”

After Andre left, Mo Yanqiu also wrote the last word. She waited for the ink to dry with satisfaction, then closed the bookmark and wrote a name:

“How the Steel Was Tempered”

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