"Open another fast-food restaurant."
"And research a machine that can slaughter chickens."
"Raise chickens efficiently, slaughter them efficiently."
"Chicken legs, breasts, wings—process them quickly, package them, and refrigerate them."
"Then the fast-food restaurants can use them as the raw material for fried chicken, with that recipe."
"What do you think?"
Leticia had gotten the picture. When it came to governance, Lynn really didn't treat people like people.
He really didn't.
He could even compare a mere breeding chicken to intelligent beings.
But that was normal.
After all these years, Leticia had long since accepted the theory of bloodlines.
The thing was genuinely useful; it wasn't a lie.
Often, if one generation had mental illness, the next might have it too.
If one generation had a disease, the next might inherit it as well.
At the very least, the next generation of more attractive people was guaranteed to look decent.
It violated moral principles, but it was simply a fact.
Still, with Lynn putting it this way, there was probably some deeper meaning behind what he was preaching.
He probably wasn't discriminating against people with bad genes or looks.
He was targeting other races.
He was laying the groundwork for his plans all along.
But in Leticia's eyes, creatures that didn't meet human standards of beauty didn't count as people anyway.
That was how she looked at Demonic Creatures.
If they needed killing, then kill them.
Those races were often disgusting, after all.
This wasn't about looking down on humans for being small and weak. Take the Half-Orcs and Orcs, for instance.
They treated anyone weaker than themselves as slaves, or as food.
That had absolutely nothing to do with kindness or a lack of it.
It was a problem between races.
Races with different standards of beauty and different ways