Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE THRID BY MURRAY LEINSTER The Thrid were the wisest creatures in space—they even said so themselves! Thriddar altogether. Thriddar was no place for him, anyhow you look at it. On this particular morning it was especially the wrong place for him to be trying to live and do business. He woke up thinking of Ganti, and in consequence he was in a bad mood right away. Most humans couldn't take the sort of thing that went on on Thriddar. Most of them wanted to use missile weapons—which the Thrid did not use—to change the local social system. Most humans got off Thriddar—fast! And boiling mad. Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and come up with intolerable convictions. But they were intelligent enough. humans simply couldn't accept—even though it applied only to Thrid. The ordinary Thrid, with whom Jorgenson did business, weren't bad people. It was the officials who made him grind his teeth. And though Panjandrum—the term was Jorgenson's own for the supreme ruler over other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses to an official act. Jorgenson went out, scowling, and exchanged the customary ceremonial greetings. Then the high official beamed at him and extracted a scroll The high official unrolled the scroll. The Thrid around him, wearing Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson The high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside. A part of this was reaction as a business man. A part was recognition of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have was a particular case of everything he disliked on Thriddar. It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand Panjandrum could not be mistaken. It was definitely unwise to The high official tucked away the scroll and said blandly: contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long thing, it was true! It had to be! He'd said it! And this was the fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid. Jorgenson. "Like hell you will!" Jorgenson stamped into the trading-post building. His eyes were stormy as he commanded the iron doors and shutters of the trading post closed, they obeyed. They saw him turn on the shocker-field so that nobody could cross the compound without getting an electric shock that would discourage him. They began to believe. Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact of Thriddar. He waited to be told that it couldn't have happened that anyhow it couldn't be intended. But the theologian's Thriddish ears Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's nobody who can't be wrong!" hysterically to be allowed to go home before Jorgenson vanished, with unknown consequences for any Thrid who might be nearby. When Jorgenson opened a door to kick him out of it, the whole staff of sirens if anything like a steam-driven copter passed or hovered over the trading-post. He put blasters in handy positions. The Thrid used against a multitude. As a business man, he'd acted very foolishly. But he'd acted even less Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was probably typical. But it wasn't Jorgenson's affair. He'd been unwise to let it disturb him. If the Thrid wanted things this way, it was their privilege. In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which of criminals chained together and doing the most exhausting labor the Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life. There'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He believed that Ganti could learn to run the trading post without human supervision. If he could, the trading company could simply bring trade goods to Thriddar and take away other trade goods. The cost of doing Jorgenson had been training Ganti for this work. Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took Jorgenson couldn't find out what had become of him. Dour reflection on Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business man only, but as a humanitarian. As both. When a whim of the Grand And Jorgenson was slated to vanish from sight and never again be Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still. The night was not two hours old when the warning sirens made a terrific uproar. The Thrid for miles around heard the wailing, ullulating sound of the sirens that should have awakened Jorgenson. of a steam helicopter: now he could hear the sound of its machinery. Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable Jorgenson would be gone and the trading post confiscated. It would be Jorgenson swore fluently and with passion. "It will not be long," said a tranquil voice. Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened, apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice said severely: Thrid laid Jorgenson down. He did not cast off the rope. He seemed to essay to climb it. It was cut at the steam-copter and came tumbling down all over both of them. The Thrid waved his arms wildly and seemed to screech gibberish at the sky. There was an impact nearby, of something dropped. Jorgenson Then he felt the bounds about his arms and legs being removed. Then a Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said: "This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?" The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else. probably forgotten by now." He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice. Jorgenson glowered. That was his reaction as a person. Then he gestured He offered food. Jorgenson ate, scowling. Afterward, near sundown, he was the cordage with which Jorgenson had been lowered. There was the Even the dried seaweed bed was not comfortable. Jorgenson slept badly himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way the planet was governed. It was very foolish. But much more often he felt such hatred of the manners and customs of the Thrid—which had put him here—that it seemed that something must somehow be possible if only so he could take revenge. nothing. There was no penalty for anything but making mistakes or differing from officials who could not make mistakes. So Thrid younglings were trained not to think not to have any opinion about anything they were told by authority. It occurred to Jorgenson that on a planet Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart. Presently he grasped it. He said: Jorgenson realized that they talked oddly. They spoke with leisurely

<question>:
Why did the supreme ruler deliver a scroll message to Jorgenson?

<options>:
A To acquire his lucrative business
B To lure him into an elaborate brainwashing scheme
C To silence his ideas within Thrid society
D To frighten him into behaving as the Thrid did

<answer>:

A