Chapter 297: CCXCVII. Northern Realm Joke
Fen held a slight smile.
"It depends on how you define these three words. The Triad Gang is nothing more than slashing people and collecting protection fees. But people like Aran and Pedan are also nothing more than waging wars and taxing. Essentially, they are all interest groups, just presented in different scales; when magnified to a macro level, some synonyms get replaced.
The reason why organizations like the Thief Guild attract so much infamy is because their targets are mainly civilians. But once their targets are external and there are no fundamental conflicts internally, isn’t it a qualified government? Since a thing exists, there must be a foundation supporting its existence, which might even be of a natural law nature. There isn’t much difference between them; it’s just the micro and macro levels operating the same set of practices and revealing the truth in different forms.
Once magnified to the latter, people hardly dare to discuss. For example, the Lostra people are also part of the Lostra government and members of a large-scale Triad Gang. Even though they are civilians engaged in production, they are beneficiaries too. Do you all agree?"
Fen patiently explained. A small fry could be lawless and completely mad; big shots... must abide by rules and care about reputation.
He didn’t finish his point, but there was no need to elaborate. If the Black Sail Trading Company continued to refine their internal rules after taking over the East Sea,
Even if it isn’t recognized among nations, it would still truly be the Pirate Republic.
Doringger wouldn’t dare to do it, but Black Sail would; Doringger wouldn’t dare to slash someone, but Black Sail would.
Chuan Che twitched his eyelids, pondered deeply, astonished that such profound thoughts could come from a rustic on this savage island.
Celeste maintained a surface smile but also perceived the danger of this person. No wonder he was on the expedited list; such defiance of conventions.
"Government?"