This Game is Too Real Chapter 682

  Chapter 682 The Wrath of the Empire

   At the same time that the Meat, which carried more than a thousand survivors of the Moon tribe, arrived at the port of fries, the airship Niu Ma also returned to the air port of Dawn City with the survivors of Vault 70.

  Because of the opening of multiple routes, this airship hydrogen refueling station has become a port.

  Niu Ma Group contracted part of the berths for renovation, and the bazaar selling imported goods near the warehouse area also spontaneously established a market management committee, not only raising money to renovate the roads, but also making the sanitation here in order.

  Getting off the elevator, Huang Guangwei looked around blankly, marveling at the prosperity and excitement here.

  Before coming here, the man named Fang Chang told him that Shuguang City was just a settlement with a population of 100,000. He thought it was a place similar to Ring Island or North Island, but it was located on land.

  However, when he saw it now, the prosperity here made his jaw drop in shock.

  How does this look like a settlement of 100,000 people?

   That is 200,000 people—or even 300,000 people, he believes it!

   Walking down the stairs, he was a little at a loss, not knowing which direction to go, when a familiar face suddenly appeared in the crowd not far away.

  The man was wearing a loose leather jacket and jeans, with a slightly fat figure, wrinkled smile lines on his face, and opened his arms enthusiastically.

  Huang Guangwei stared at him blankly, his eyes were covered with water, and his dry lips trembled slightly.

   "Manage...manager!"

   This guy didn't go to the Rift Valley! ?

  He never thought that he would run into him here!

  The leg moved forward unconsciously. Huang Guangwei seemed to have found the direction, moving his stiff leg step by step, and his staggering steps became more and more firm and resolute.

  Looking at the pitiful appearance of his compatriots suffering so much, Sun Yuechi felt ashamed. Although the enthusiasm on his face remained undiminished, his smile could no longer be held back, and his eyes slowly drooped with his slightly bent arms.

"Huang...cough cough, my dear friend, I have heard about you. During my absence, you have been wronged...and everyone in the shelter. But anyway, I will see you okay Don't worry, you'll be fine..."

   "By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? There is a good pork knuckle rice nearby. The soup poured on the rice is absolutely amazing. My treat! Let's sit down and eat—"

   When talking about pig's knuckle rice, Sun Yuechi raised his eyes with bright eyes, but he didn't expect to meet a merciless fist.

   Dazed, he only had time to move his neck to avoid the fragile bridge of his nose, and instead used his face to catch the old punch that flew across thousands of kilometers.

   "I'm going to Nima!"

   Intermittent echoes crashed into his ears.

  Before he recovered what happened, Sun Yuechi, who had been punched in the face, passed out in such a daze.

  Seeing this, everyone around rushed up and pulled the man riding on him away from him.

   Huang Guangwei, whose arms were braced, fluttered his legs unwillingly, looked at the guy who fell on the ground, and growled with grief and indignation.

"let me go!"

   "This is our own business, don't worry about it! Let me beat him! I'm going to kill this dog!"

   "Ahhh!"

  Although the alliance seldom interferes with the family affairs of outsiders, this is after all on the territory of the alliance.

  No matter what the reason is, beating someone on the street will result in a small black room.

  The guards who came from nearby escorted him to the guard room, and the unconscious former manager of Vault 70 was carried on a stretcher by the medical staff and sent to a nearby medical station.

  All the people who were picking and choosing in the imported goods market gathered around one after another, watching the noisy scene and whispering curiously.

   "What just happened?"

   "I don't know... Those two people suddenly started fighting."

   "I seem to vaguely hear...uh, pig's knuckle rice."

   "Pig knuckle rice???"

   Facts have proved that in the gossip, NPCs are not inferior to players.

  The rumors spread more and more outrageous, and in the end, a twists and turns of grievances and grievances emerged around the pig's knuckle rice.

   Coincidentally, the moment when the fist and face were in close contact was captured by a reporter from the "Goblin Observer".

  In Dawn City, anyone who has anything to do with the word "goblin" must have nothing to do with the word "reliable".

   And it is true.

   This newspaper sponsored by Goblin Technology is indeed not a reliable place, and even the boss who invested in this newspaper has no intention of making money from this thing at all.

  The photo was quickly sent to the editorial department of the newspaper, and with a scribbled title, it became the headline of the printed page that day—

【Shock! The manager of Vault 70 was knocked down by a subordinate who chased him all the way, and the cause was a bowl of pork knuckle rice! 】

  Because the illustrations and titles were too explosive, it attracted countless people to buy melons, so that the sales volume of "Goblin Observer" even exceeded that of "Survivor Daily" that day!

   To everyone's surprise, that photo drove far more than just the sales of "Goblin Observer", and even the pig's knuckle rice that was mentioned by the way followed.

   What kind of delicacy is it that the manager of Vault 70 threw down the entire Vault and ignored it?

   Almost everyone who has read the headlines can't help but have such curiosity in their hearts.

   Driven by this curiosity, there were long queues in front of the fast food restaurants selling pork knuckle rice.

  Even some restaurants and taverns that didn't sell pork knuckle rice could not resist the temptation to temporarily change their menus.

  The pigs' feet in Dawn City were sold out that day, but those pigs who just came to Dawn City by train from Luoxia Provincial Farm were driven into the slaughterhouse without a bite of feed...

   "Hahahahaha!"

  The lobby of the Highway Town Hotel.

  Duke Galava, who was eating at the table, looked at the "Goblin Observer" in his hand, the goatee under his nose trembled, and his stomach hurt from laughing.

He is the ambassador of the Xilan Empire, and also the lord of the White Elephant City. Not only is the noble blood of the elephant clan flowing in his veins, but his family also owns a large area of ​​fiefdom from the River of Eternal Flow to the White Elephant Tower. It is one of the most prominent.

  Originally, the task entrusted to him by His Majesty the Emperor was to send the Lion Kingdom to show the majesty of the empire. However, the desert residents all followed the alliance. He was annoyed and couldn't help but have a little curiosity about the alliance in the east.

   What kind of empire is it that has won so many fans.

  So he came here with the accompanying mission.

   Coincidentally, Commander Benoit Wanfu, the emissary of the Xilan Empire's most important ally army, happened to be here, and he was participating in a cooperative organization called "Slime Mold Research Community".

When he learned that Ambassador Benoit was suffering from being isolated and helpless in the negotiation of the sticky community, the Duke of Galava immediately sensed an opportunity to perform, and sent a messenger to report to His Majesty the god-sent opportunity that the Villant owed favors. , while patting his chest, expressed to Ambassador Benoit that the Xilan Empire is willing to participate in the negotiations of the Cohesion, and share the pressure from the Eastern World for the Legion during the negotiations.

Perhaps he was moved by his sincerity, after a brief surprise, Mrs. Benoit held his hand enthusiastically, and in the next few days, he tried his best to pull the Xilan Empire into the In this world conference that determines the future of the wasteland.

   This job is much easier than imagined, as long as you vote when Ambassador Benoit votes.

   Moreover, Duke Galava found that the situation was not as severe as he had imagined.

  For example, in the Free State, although enterprises were brought into the negotiations of the cohesion body, they secretly stood on their side. To put it simply, it is a vote that both the legion and the enterprise agree with, and they also agree. Legionnaires voted against corporate approval, and they played dead. The Legion was against it and the Alliance was in favor, and they didn't hesitate to vote against it.

  Of course, this also depends on the attitude of the company. If the company firmly agrees, then they will continue to play dead.

  Actually, Galava despises such nonsense. Those slickers pretended to be clever and thought they could please both parties, but they failed to obtain benefits from both sides. He saw Benoit cursing the group of profiteers in private gatherings more than once.

   Whenever this happened, he would be secretly happy.

  The Xilan Empire is different. They have been the most loyal allies of the Legion from beginning to end. The Willant people will remember the helping hand they extended today, and His Majesty the Emperor will remember his contribution.

  However, this job is so simple that you don't even need to look closely at what the agenda is.

   It is precisely because of this that he has recently explored all the shops in Dawn City that are worth trying.

   Every day is not a meeting, or wandering in the settlement, observing the customs of the alliance.

  After laughing heartily, Duke Galava corrected his appearance, clicked his tongue gracefully, and looked at the photos in the newspaper like looking at monkeys in a zoo.

   "These savages have to have never seen the world to be so rude for a mere plate of food."

  The attendant Ni Yang who was standing beside him quickly flattered and agreed.

   "...The food in the southern sea area is supported by the Hump Kingdom. The people there are as thin as monkeys in the Baiyue province. How can they compare to us who have all the blessings of the Yongliu River."

  Hearing these words, Duke Galava showed a satisfied expression on his face.

  This Niyang is his favorite servant, and also his personal secretary and life assistant. He usually speaks the most pleasantly. The only fly in the ointment is that the blood is a little low, and he is a rat tribe.

  Even the loyal wolf guards standing behind him are of much nobler blood than this guy.

  Compared with other guests in the lobby, the aura and temperament of the guests at this table can be said to be completely different.

   One person sits and eats while a dozen people stand and watch.

   But this is a wasteland after all, and there are even talking lizards and bears. Compared with those weirder guys, this group of guys talking to themselves is not so much attention.

   In comparison, the headlines of the "Goblin Observer" are more gossip-worthy.

   But Duke Galava didn't think so. In his opinion, the shining self was the focus of attention no matter where he went, not to mention that he deliberately sat in the center of the lobby.

   Those whispering savages were undoubtedly talking about him at the moment. It is for this reason that he pays attention to whether his appearance is decent and elegant all the time.

  Lisa came over with a plate, glanced at the line of bodyguards standing behind his chair in confusion, but didn't ask any more questions, just put down the plate in her hand, and whispered politely.

   "Sir, your pork knuckle rice...please use it slowly."

"Um."

Duke Galava snorted back, threw the newspaper in his hand to Ni Yang who was standing by the side, looked at the plate of pork knuckle rice on the table in front of him, picked up a knife and fork, cut off a small piece and tasted it. tasted.

  The soft and smooth taste is really good, and the soft and rotten ones melt in the mouth, which made his eyes light up involuntarily.

  Although this alliance is a small country, and the few settlements cannot keep up with the size of his territory, I have to say that these guys are really good at eating.

  The only thing that made him a little uncomfortable was the tableware here, which was a bit too particular.

   In contrast, he still prefers to grab with his hands.

  Of course, it would be even better if it was a young girl's pale jade fingers.

  When he was in Baixiang City, he never had to eat by himself.

  Unfortunately, he searched the entire Dawn City, but he couldn't find a restaurant that provided this service.

  Looking at the girl who put down the plate and nodded her head to leave, Duke Galava suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of imperceptible greed flashed in his eyes.

   Especially when he noticed the wrist marks.

   "Are you from the Western Continent... a slave of Triumph City?"

   That word is like a scar that won't heal.

  Lisa froze when she heard the words, pursed her lips and looked at the guest in surprise, then lowered her head and hurried into the back kitchen.

  Looking at the fleeing figure, Duke Galava clicked his tongue lightly.

   "What a waste..."

Although slaves are a specialty of Borneo Province, especially those inferior races are mostly hard-working, loyal, and loved by the small nobles in the legion, but there are too many of them, and they mainly focus on cost performance, so they often cannot be sold very much. Expensive price.

   In contrast, the slaves produced in the legion itself, especially the city of Triumph, are more expensive.

  Those brown-haired, slender-nosed slaves are like the purebred cows on the alpine pastures by the Sorat River. Although they are not so expensive that only the ten thousand commanders can enjoy them, they are not blessed without any military merit.

  These slaves are usually digested internally by the Willant people, and only in rare cases will they flow into the market, and in rare cases, they will be bought by foreigners other than the Willant people.

  The princes and nobles of the Xilan Dynasty have an almost fanatical obsession with the culture of the Weilante people, and as a duke, he is no exception.

   But this is the territory of the alliance after all, he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself, it would be bad if it delays the cooperation between the empire and the legion.

So he just said it was a pity, concentrated on enjoying the food on the plate, picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth gracefully, then took away the unfinished newspaper in Niyang's hand, and continued to appreciate the contents of Vault 70. ugly thing.

  These lofty shelter residents are not good things.

   Arrogant and arrogant.

  Vault No. 70 is like this, so why not a certain three-digit shelter.

   Ending the Wasteland?

  Opening a new era?

hehe.

   A group of neuropathy.

  He has lived in Borneo Province for so many years, why doesn't he feel that there is wasteland?

   What a joke!

  With the mood of reading a joke, he slowly read the first page of the newspaper.

  However, the moment he turned to the second page of the newspaper, the gentle smile on his face disappeared instantly.

  《French Fry Port welcomes new residents! One thousand Moon Clan refugees landed smoothly! "

  The distorted expression at that moment was as ugly as eating booger.

   And the booger that popped out from his finger flew back with a wall of ash.

   "What nonsense!"

  He clenched his right fist, and slammed it on the table with a roar, causing the dishes on the table to jingle.

  Hearing the movement in the center of the lobby, the drinkers sitting around talking and laughing unconsciously lowered their voices, casting surprised and curious gazes there.

  It is true that there are people in this settlement who go crazy every now and then, but who will go crazy in the place with the most residents in this refuge?

   Noticing the sight cast from the surroundings, a group of werewolf soldiers standing behind Duke Galava narrowed their eyes dangerously, responding to the coveting eyes of the naked fruit with warning eyes.

   But they obviously got it wrong.

  This is the province of the River Valley, where the folk customs are strong, and the people sitting here are wastelanders who lick their blood with knives. They don't even frown when they are pointed at by guns. Who would be frightened by their eyes?

   Those warning eyes were like a baby's provocation. Everyone was just looking at it curiously, but they were stared for no reason, and they all stared back with their eyes open.

  It looks like no one has eyes.

   Who do you look down on?

  Standing behind the bar, Old Hook looked at the table in the middle expressionlessly, with his index finger already on the alarm button under the counter, ready to call for reinforcements at any time.

   He doesn't like these guys.

   Not only because a dozen of them ordered a bowl of pork knuckle rice, but also because the guy with the goatee made the lovely Lisa cry.

  She is not only the kanban lady of the road town hotel, but also regarded as his daughter by him who has no children.

  No one is allowed to bully her, whether it is the ambassador of the empire or the emperor of the empire.

"grown ups…"

   Ni Yang, who was standing beside Duke Galava, quickly bowed and whispered.

"It doesn't make any sense for us to lose our temper here. Even if we beat them all over the floor, it won't solve any problems, and it seems that we don't have the courage and mind...We should summon the managers of the alliance and issue them a warning from the empire , let them stop slandering us, and take in those despicable Moon Clan people."

  Hearing Ni Yang's suggestion, Duke Galava finally calmed down his anger a bit, and while putting down the newspaper in his hand, he persuaded himself to calm down.

   "You're right, Niyan...Baburu, let your men keep a low profile. The elephant doesn't need to care about the mice and ants at its feet. We don't need to be as knowledgeable as these untouchables."

   "Yes, my lord." The tower-like man behind him nodded slightly, and silently glanced at the subordinates beside him.

  A group of guards withdrew their murderous eyes from the surroundings, and no longer made eye contact with these barbarians.

   Seeing that these wooden-like guys stopped provoking, they also lost interest in fighting the fire, and looked away from them with pursed lips.

  However, after such a commotion, the focus of everyone's topic shifted from the headlines of the "Goblin Observer" to these strange guys.

   "Who are those guys?"

   "I heard that he is the ambassador of the Xilan Empire."

   "Hey, who am I supposed to be, I turned out to be a beggar who came to beg for food."

   "In the past two days, if you pick up a brick and throw it out in Shuguang City, you can hit an ambassador."

   "Xilan? Messy?"

   "Haha, they really made a name for themselves!"

   "You can keep your voice down so that no one can hear you."

   "If you hear it, listen to it. I will meet you in the wasteland. Not only do I want them to hear it, but I also want them to go down and deliver a message to my dead father."

"Hahaha!"

  The voices of those people are getting louder and louder, and they are becoming less and less concealed. After all, they really did this in the wasteland.

  Duke Galava twitched his brows, gritted his teeth, and couldn't hold back the elegant and decent appearance on his face, and his rapid breathing exposed his soaring blood pressure.

   Those playful eyes made him sit on pins and needles.

  In the final analysis, his heart is not as broad as he claims. After all, he is not a real elephant, and those voices are not really coming from the mouth of a mouse or an ant.

  However, for the sake of the empire, he chose to be patient.

  Forcing his composure, Duke Galava pulled out a hundred-dollar silver coin and threw it down, deliberately letting it fall on the greasy dinner plate.

"Keep the change, please."

  The lard just soaked the alliance emblem on the front of the banknote, just like their conscience covered by lard, this is a detail he carefully designed.

  Everyone here is humiliated.

   Even if the humiliation is not so obvious.

  Standing behind the bar, Old Hook looked at the backs of the group of people in disgust, moved his index finger away from the alarm button, and yelled perfunctorily.

"see you next time."

  Big Horned Deer God, please don't let this plague **** come again next time.

   Watching the group leave, Old Hook walked over with his gunshot leg, picked up the banknote, wiped it, and put away the plate casually.

Returning to the bar and putting down the plates, he opened the drawer of the cash register, deducted the money for the pork knuckle rice, counted out some small change and coins, passed through the curtain of the back kitchen, and found Lisa who was quietly wiping tears in the corner. He leaned down and comforted him softly.

   "The group of guests left. They... asked me to apologize to you. These are their tips for apologizing. You can buy some desserts or beautiful clothes."

  Lisa, who hugged her knees, raised her head and looked at the old man squatting in front of her with tears in her eyes. Her lips trembled for a long time, but she couldn't say a word.

   It can be seen that she is crying very sadly.

   Maybe it has something to do with what happened before.

  Old Hook could probably understand what she felt in her heart, and also knew why she couldn't speak, so he spoke to himself.

"When we were in Road Town, we often saw guests from afar, and we could tell who was a slave and who was a master at a glance. It wasn't because who was in shackles and who was wearing a gun, but because Their eyes..."

  "In any case, a self-reliant person will never be anyone's slave."

   "As for those boring guys, who they like to label and what they like to say, that's their business. We can't control the parrot's mouth, we can only be ourselves."

  Lisa's breathing gradually calmed down, and her mood seemed to be better.

   With red, swollen eyes, a reassuring smile on her face.

"Thanks…"

   "You're welcome," Old Hook grinned, and stretched out his hand to rub the little girl's hair, "I have to ask you to watch the front desk for a while, it's time for me to take a break."

   "Hmm! Leave it to me!"

  Lisa nodded energetically, raised her arms to wipe off the tears on her face, and ran out of the utility room in the back kitchen like a gust of wind.

  Looking at the little girl who disappeared behind the curtain, Old Hook didn't get up, but sat on the ground grinning, pressing his leg with his right hand.

  As soon as this person relaxes, his bones will rust, and it hurts like this after squatting for a while.

  Thinking back then, he was also a tough guy carrying a shotgun and fighting against predators, but now only the wounds from his youth remained on his body.

In the past, those blue coats always called him "Hook with the Arrow in the Knee". Although he couldn't understand what that meant, the administrator told him that it was a kind of respectful title, which showed his recognition of his old age and strength, so he also I didn't care, I liked that title after a long time.

   But later, since he opened this hotel, his leg really seemed to be shot by an arrow, and it became more and more uncontrollable.

  Old Hook smiled wryly and shook his head.

"…old."

  (end of this chapter)

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