Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"Delicious."

Tokas burped and praised sincerely, and burped again when he looked at the ceramic plate in front of him that had been licked clean.

This was the most comfortable meal he had eaten in the past few months. After the frigate made an emergency landing, the fastest consumed things were salt and seasonings.

Food with seasonings and spices tasted better than pure natural food.

The chefs in this place were not worse than the tavern owner in Ate City. There was a difference in the cooking methods, and frying, stir-frying and boiling all had their own characteristics - but the chefs here were more willing to use ingredients, and the mixed fried minced meat seemed to be filled up as if they were afraid that he would not have enough to eat.

The mixed fried minced meat should be the prey of these soldiers. Special spice leaves and ginger were used to remove the fishy smell, and a little light sea salt was sprinkled to make meat sauce. Sprinkle the extremely fragrant mixed fried minced meat on the plump rice, let the rice be soaked in the aroma of the meat sauce, and then add some green leafy vegetables and fruits to relieve the greasiness.

If there wasn't a wooden fence in front of him, he would feel like he had returned to the civilized world.

It felt terrible to be a savage.

Tucas touched his stomach. He wanted to eat another bowl of food.

These captives were locked up in different rooms along a corridor. Except for a few seriously injured guards, there was no private space, but toilets and furniture were complete.

There was no violent beating. These gray-clothed soldiers didn't want to find any fun in them.

They were more like... a job?

Tucas couldn't confirm their identities with them, but he got a copy of the list from the soldier in charge of the interrogation. The names of the two members of their team were all accurately marked in it.

He saw his own name.

'Tucas, Heyuan Kingdom, escort on the ship, detained.'

There were three people whose names were marked with 'detained' like his, and the remaining seven were all marked as 'under treatment'.

Click, the door opened.

A young man in an officer's uniform walked to the door with a basket of fruits, refused the help of the guards, and walked in slowly.

Unlike the indifferent soldiers guarding the door, Tokas keenly noticed that there was something strange about him, but the temperament on him...

Education, training, and fighting together formed the temperament of a soldier.

He put down the basket full of green apples in his hand, looked at Tokas who was imprisoned in the prison, and took off his military cap.

A pair of gray wolf ears stood up on the rune lamp.

There are ears on the head.

They are of the same race.

Tokas looked at his fellow tribesmen in gray military uniforms outside the fence through the fence, waiting for him to speak first.

What is their purpose?

"Hello? You can call me Hackett, your temporary liaison."

Hackett touched a fist-sized green apple from the basket and wiped the dust off it with his clothes. After wiping it for a while, he found that it was not dust, but scabs formed after the fruit was scratched.

Then he picked a green apple with a good appearance and handed it to Tokas.

"Yes, they are all fresh."

Tokas took a look at the green apple, which was as tender as water and very fresh. It seemed that it had just been picked from the tree. He hesitated, but still reached out to take the green apple handed by Hackett.

He took a bite, and it was sour with a little sweetness.

There were thick sword calluses on Hackett's hands, which were the marks of swordsmen who had been holding swords for many years.

Tokas had never seen the soldiers here fight with weapons other than guns.

"Um, can you open this door?"

Hackett stared at the fence for a few seconds, and felt that it was quite troublesome for two people to communicate across the fence used for detention, so he turned his head and looked at the soldier at the door and asked.

The order he received was to let him come as a representative to communicate with this group of new, arrested sub-humans. At least don't let the other party feel disgusted and repulsive towards you, so that it will be easier for the territory to carry out follow-up work.

Asians are also a usable population for the territory. If you can find a way to recruit a group of outsiders to supplement the territory's population.

Hackett got the key hanging on the guard's waist.

Tokas looked at the wooden fence that Hackett successfully opened, thinking in his heart.

Unlike him, the other party has a certain degree of freedom and autonomy here, and it seems that their status is not bad.

That is to say, they may not be treated badly.

Hackett took out a new apple from the basket and put it on the table next to Tokas' bed.

"These apples are all grown in the station, and the first batch of fresh apples harvested. Each person is allocated two. You came in time, and you also have your share-can I help you peel it?"

Tokas shook his head and focused on the apple in front of him.

As Hackett spoke, he glanced at the single room, which was obviously much better than the dormitory where they were imprisoned, and he felt a little emotional.

They were also imprisoned as prisoners like the guards, but after confirming that they had no intention of resisting, the manager helped them resume their normal lives.

As for going home, the other party promised to send them away after working for them for three years. The same promise was made to all the adventurers in that batch, three years. Ji Lin only needed three years at most to build a steel defense line in this sky island world.

There would be no problem in letting these adventurers go back at that time.

If they don't want to return to the Heyuan Kingdom, they can also choose to join their management.

Hackett did not choose to leave here and go home. He had nothing to miss in his hometown. Even the last bit of inheritance in his family was exchanged by him for a ticket to the Sky Island World and a basic airship.

"They didn't plan to do anything to you, nor did they plan to do anything to you. But now you are still prisoners, so you don't have the right to move freely - no, it seems that you can."

Hackett scratched his head and looked at the silent Tokas. He was a little emotional, thinking of what the manager here said to him: they can be given a certain range of free activities when someone is accompanying them.

Changheng is not afraid of them running away. Running out in the extremely harsh environment outside is also a death. Providing them with a better food and accommodation environment can curb their desire to run out of the base, just like they did to Hackett and others.

But they are afraid that they will run around in the base.

There is a large amount of gunpowder stored in the base, just in case someone who is blind hides in the ammunition depot with a torch.

"Why don't you come out and check on your team members? They are next door."

Tokas was stunned for a moment, nodded, and stood up to help Hackett carry the basket of green apples.

Then he checked and greeted the guards in the remaining two cells who were in better mental states than him. They all had the same pottery plates on their desks as himself, and lay comfortably on their beds to bask in the sun.

Some of them had even entered the stage of eating and sleeping.

It was all in vain.

Seeing that the guards were all safe and sound, Tokas secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked briskly.