They would decide life and death through a lottery.
Drag's eldest son—already revised in the previous chapter—sipped his fine coffee expressionlessly. He could tell whether coffee was good or bad.
When he had first arrived in the Federation, people often maliciously mocked him because he couldn't distinguish good coffee from bad.
There were always plenty of bad people among Federation citizens, especially on private campuses.
The way these bad people sought pleasure was by building it upon the suffering of others! After Drag brought his family to the Federation, the first thing he did was enroll his children in the Federal University.
Education was only part of the reason. More importantly, they wanted the diplomas and social connections.
Having the status of a Federal University graduate was a very important social and cultural symbol in Federation society at the time. It represented being part of the Federation's elite.
Of course, it still did now, but its value was not as high as before.
At university, they learned that Drag's eldest son came from the Nagaril People, and they were always looking for ways to prank him. Coffee was one method they used to embarrass him.
After embarrassing himself several times, he steeled himself and learned how to distinguish the different flavors of coffee.
Although he was a pure-blooded member of the Nagaril People, spiritually, he had already become a Federation citizen.
"Spiritual Federation citizen" was not exactly a flattering term. Most of the time, native-born people used it to mock immigrants and their descendants.
The term was not only biting but somewhat vicious as well, but... who cared? Gardon held his black tea and breathed in its special fragrance, his emotions complicated for a moment.
The Nagaril People numbered nearly three hundred million, but in the end, fewer than one-tenth