This Game Is Too Realistic

Governor's Mansion on the roundabout.

Channing walked into the office as usual, threw the newspaper he bought on the desk, and prepared to drink tea and read newspapers for a new day.

However, just as he sat down on the chair, a pungent stench made him frown involuntarily.

What smell?

Why is it so stinky!

Standing up and walking to the window, Channing planned to open the window to let in some air, but just as he opened the window a crack, a stench was blown into the room along with the sea breeze.

His eyes were squinted by the smell, and this time he finally figured out where the smell came from.

After closing the window, he held his nose and walked to the door of the office, beckoning the secretary from the next room over.

Damn... what are you doing at the port? Why is there such a big smell!

The secretary was obviously exhausted, and said helplessly in the face of the governor's questioning.

...The Northwest Wind cargo ship that docked just now brought over a thousand furs.

Fur?! Channing looked at him blankly, and said subconsciously, How can fur be so smelly?!

The secretary said with a bitter face.

It's the kind that has just been peeled off from a different species. Not only has the blood and grease not been cleaned, but it also looks like it has been fermented for a while.

The skin that was just peeled off from the alien species? Channing stared in surprise, Where did they get it?

Thousands of freshly flaked pelts...

That's not a small amount!

Although the residents of the thirteen islands in the southern sea occasionally sail to the beaches in the south of the Baiyue Province to hunt, even experienced hunters often dare not stay for too long, and at most they can get one back in one trip. Two prey is already remarkable.

The food sources of the islands are mainly fish in the sea and algae extracts farmed, as well as grains and livestock occasionally sold here from Silver Moon Bay.

He hadn't heard of any port that could produce so much fur—

etc.

Channing suddenly thought of the alliance's station on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait. Those people had previously sent a congratulatory message to the Southern Islands Federation authorities through the radio station on the circular island in the name of Potato Fries Port.

Originally, he just took those people as a joke, thinking that they would quit after a while, but he didn't expect those people to carry it down? !

As if confirming his guess, the secretary swallowed and said.

I heard from the patrol team that the Mistral was imported from the settlement at the east exit of the Baiyue Strait...that is the port of French fries.

Channing was silent for a while, took a deep breath and said.

I see.

Looking at the governor with a heavy face and not knowing what he was thinking, the secretary nodded cautiously, turned around and prepared to go back to his office next door.

But the moment he put his hand on the door handle, the door was pushed open from the outside, almost touching his nose.

Before he could see who was coming in, an aggressive voice came in along with the wind blown by the door.

Mr. Governor! We must take care of that ship!

Seeing the man striding into the office, Channing, who was standing by the desk, pressed his eyebrows, and winked at the secretary standing at the door.

Go get Director Stilwell a cup of tea.

Okay... sir.

The secretary nodded, took a quick glance at the impolite guy, turned around and walked out, and closed the office door behind him.

Watching the door close, Channing looked at the angry director of the port office and said in a soothing tone.

You sit first—

Stop wasting time, the director named Stilwell waved his hand, interrupted him unceremoniously, and continued aggressively, I don't understand why you are so lenient with those guys! We are Nan The colony of the Federation of the Islands, not the colony of the Alliance! They can rub those furs in our port today, and they can sell their asses under our noses tomorrow!

Channing coughed.

That shouldn't be so... so far they are still obeying the rules.

You call this abiding by the rules? Stilwell walked to the window, pointed to the two cargo ships outside the window and said angrily, Now the whole port is full of rotten smell! Those who don't know think it's No. 70 The biological weapon sent to us by the shelter!

But there is indeed no rule that ships docked at the port cannot wash clothes on their own decks... Seeing Director Stilwell staring at him, Channing also felt that his statement was a bit far-fetched, so he coughed dryly Said, Okay, a week . . . and if the ship is still with us after a week, I'll give her an ultimatum.

That's what you said last week! Director Stilwell said bluntly. Give them a week! You might as well wait until next month!

Being exposed mercilessly face to face, Channing was also embarrassed, and even annoyed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

Okay, I admit, I just don't dare to send those guys away because of the alliance's reaction, but is there any problem? We are at war with Vault 70, and the current situation is getting worse and worse for us. Help the old turtles close the door and everything will be fine, and we have to be responsible for the food and drink of millions of people! We also have to provide supplies for the Federal Navy! If you offend those people now, do you know what it means?

Stilwell said with a sneer.

It's more than two thousand kilometers away, can they still call directly?

Seeing the guy's indifferent expression, Channing also laughed.

I'm not kidding, they really have this ability. I heard that our guys in the north fell into the hands of those guys.

Looking at Director Stilwell, who began to look unnatural, Channing grabbed the teacup on the desk and took a sip, moistened his throat and continued.

If I were them, there's no need to be so troublesome. Just say hello to the Hump Kingdom and cut off the route from Silver Moon Bay to us. Guess how many people on this island have to drink Northwest Wind? You Are you sure you want me to take this risk to do a thankless thing?

Stilwell's mouth twitched.

Are we just going to endure it all the time?

It's not bad at all. Channing shrugged his shoulders, took a sip from his teacup, Since they are paying late fees according to the rules, let's let them stay according to the rules. Wait...or do you have a better way?

There was no sound in the office for a long time.

The director of the port office obviously couldn't think of a better way, and he didn't say a word after moving his lips for a long time.

Just at this time, the door of the office opened, and the secretary who had gone out to make tea came in from outside with a tray.

Mr. Stilwell, your tea.

Stilwell glanced at the teacups on the tray, then at the incompetent governor, finally swallowed his words, and walked out of the office through the open door without saying a word.

He still felt that the Governor of Roundabout was being too soft on the Alliance.

However, he also admitted that, as that guy said, facing the behemoth of the alliance, they really have no better way than to exercise restraint...

...

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The sun quickly turned from the east to the west, and then sank into the sea, leaving layers of sparkling golden yellow on the blue waves in the distance.

The stevedores squatting on the pier drank beer while blowing the sea breeze, and leisurely looked at the cargo ship not far away covered with blood and grease foam, and the busy girls on the deck of the cargo ship.

From about four o'clock in the afternoon, there was no smell on the pier.

Some of those women brushed with a mop, some rubbed it with their hands, and some scraped it with a knife to clean the fur.

Then they scooped up bucket after bucket of water from the sea and splashed it on the face of the fur.

Under the washing of buckets of sea water, the stinking meat and fat have been washed into the sea and become bait for fish.

After rinsing the pelts, the girls hung them on wooden brackets and lined them up on the deck like rows of sails.

Those sails became a natural roadblock.

Some short-haired girl and great pyrenes were running wild around those fur stands, playing hide-and-seek with a bunch of giggling kids.

Of course, they're not all about making it harder for those busy drying their furs.

When it was necessary to repeatedly beat the surface of the fur with a wooden stick, the two live treasures put in a lot of effort.

Seeing one person and one bear playing hide-and-seek with the children, many mothers of the children showed knowing smiles on their faces.

I feel like I haven't seen this picture for a long time...

the other side of the deck.

Twenty or so girls, about fifteen or sixteen years old, under the guidance of an old woman, rubbed buckets of fat from marine species on the inside of the fur.

The oils of these marine species are rich in a large amount of unsaturated fatty acids, which will slowly oxidize in a hot and humid environment, and the resulting polymers will naturally wrap the collagen fibers in the inner layer of the fur, giving it a soft texture and excellent hydrophobicity, while The aldehydes produced are cross-linked with other oxides and skin collagen fibers, resulting in tanning.

The process steps of tanning fur are far more than these, and also include a series of processes such as soaking in alkaline water, washing and so on.

However, after completing these tasks, the rot of the fur was basically stopped, and the value of these goods, which were originally worth only a few hundred thousand silver coins, more than doubled.

If they were all dragged to Silver Moon Bay, at least one piece of goods could be sold for a thousand silver coins! A thousand pieces is a million!

This does not count the blood mink fur and other high-quality goods included in it.

The royal family of the whole desert will be crazy about it!

However, although these furs are priceless, they are obviously not as attractive to the old men sitting on the pier as those exotic girls.

Especially this kind of water-intensive work will inevitably wet the clothes.

Quite a few young men with fresh blood were starved and their mouths were dry and their eyes were straight. They could only drink beer after bottle.

Thanks to this, the business of the taverns by the pier has improved a lot.

Are they from the Moon Clan?

Yes.

It seems to be no different from other people who came here from Borneo.

Speaking of which, this ship has been parked here for more than a week, and it's the first time I've seen them all stand on deck.

I'm even more curious about how so many people got on board.

A young man with curly hair scratched the back of his head, looked at his partner and asked.

I still can't figure it out, why did the Xilan Empire... drive away these hardworking girls? Can't we just give them jobs?

He had never seen such a hard-working person.

They can work non-stop from noon to evening under the scorching sun, no matter they are eleven or twelve-year-old girls or old people.

This is simply incomprehensible to the islanders of the circular islands whose living conditions are relatively good.

The slightly older man beside him squinted his eyes, took a sip from the beer bottle, and said casually.

Who knows, the outside of the sea is full of wasteland, the province of Haiya, the province of Baiyue, the province of Luoxia, not to mention the province of Borneo... who knows what those guys in the wasteland are thinking .”

When he was young, he once went to the wasteland and escorted the blue coat of Vault 70 to a place called Qingquan City in the north to recover some data.

After that time, he lost interest in the world on land, and he completely understood why their ancestors had to move to this isolated island.

That wasteland is nothing short of hell.

No matter what happens, it's not worth being surprised...

While the workers on the pier were enjoying the beautiful scenery on the deck at the last twilight, Mogave, who was standing on the deck of the cargo ship Mistral, also had his eyes straightened and his heart beating faster. , breathed involuntarily.

But it wasn't some exotic girl who caught his attention, but the brand new furs!

The soft and beautiful hair swayed gently in the setting sun, shining a dazzling light, in his eyes, it was like a gleaming gold coin!

Of course.

Such a description must be exaggerated. After all, most of the furs have only been cleaned initially, and it will take a while before they are tanned into the final product.

But even so, these scrubbed furs are much better than the bloody, greasy original appearance before!

Simply awesome! Thank you! I can't thank you enough!

Passing the bag containing the 110,000 silver bills to Sisi, Mojavey's face was full of excitement, and he was incoherent in excitement.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the one he feels is worth the most out of all the transactions he has done this month!

It seems that the alliance is not all unreliable guys.

After receiving the reward from the NPC, Sisi counted it carefully after opening the bag, and took out a few to check the authenticity.

After confirming that there was no problem, a smile appeared on her face, and she replied in a teasing tone.

That's not easy, just pay us tens of thousands of silver coins.

Hearing these words, Mogarvey almost choked on his own saliva, coughed twice and said.

Cough...Although this idea sounds good, I really don't have a single banknote left in my pocket now.

Not believing his nonsense, Sisi just smiled lightly, then handed the money bag in his hand to the sesame paste beside him, and whispered.

Go and transfer the reward to those people, I won't show up.

En! Leave it to me! Sesame Paste nodded with a smile, and trot happily towards the other side of the deck.

Mogarvey kept his eyes fixed on the bulging money bag until it disappeared into a corner of the deck with the jumping back,

Withdrawing his gaze from a distance, he looked back at Sisi and smiled sheepishly.

By the way...well, please also wash the boat, don't forget.

Sisi said with a faint smile.

Don't worry, my memory is not that bad.

After finishing speaking, she turned and walked towards the direction of the cabin.

Looking at the back figure that was about to disappear at the door of the cabin, Mogave didn't know what to think, and suddenly yelled out of nowhere.

Hey, are you free for a while?

Looking at the man who stopped in his tracks, he forced a sunny smile out of his face that didn't match his temperament.

If you're free... How about having a meal together? I'll treat you.

Seeing the NPC's funny expression and the gesture of raising his hand, Sisi couldn't help but smile.

But she didn't want to waste time on the completed branch, and the appearance of this NPC was not to her liking, so she politely declined the invitation.

Thank you for your kindness, but I've already eaten.

All right……

After understanding the euphemistic refusal, Mogave withdrew his raised hand in embarrassment and scratched the back of his head, That's really a pity... I remember there is a good restaurant here.

Although the feeling of being rejected is frustrating, but for a businessman like him, this level of frustration is only a little bit the size of a sesame seed.

Especially when he thought of the value of that batch of furs, he immediately put this trivial regret behind his head, and regained the confident smile on his face.

He has no doubt that when he transports this batch of precious goods back to Silver Moon Bay, his name will become a new legend in Silver Moon City!

All the noble ladies and ladies in the city will be crazy about the rare goods he brought back from the east!

In that bustling port, is there anything that money can't buy?

If there is--

That just doesn't mean enough!

...

Meanwhile, the other side of the deck.

After looking for sesame paste on the deck for a long time after crossing the rows of brackets with furs spread out, I finally found Grandma Sangru who was teaching the young people in the clan the experience of tanning furs. The bag was handed to her.

However, what Zhima Mu didn't expect was that when she happily told the old man that these silver coins were paid to them, the old woman looked at her in shock, and then pushed the bag of money involuntarily. back into her hands.

Take it away quickly, how can this be done! We should do these things within our capacity. You are willing to take in us who are homeless. We are already grateful, so how can we accept your money again?

Looking at Granny Sangru who obviously misunderstood something, Sesame explained with a dumbfounded smile.

No, you misunderstood, this is not the reward we gave you...it was paid to you by the cargo ship opposite. You helped them deal with these furs, this is the fruit of your labor—

That's not OK!

The old man stubbornly put the money bag back into her hand, held her hand tightly with his skinny hand, as if afraid that she would let go, and said sincerely, Even if you give us the money, we can't use it. It’s better to put it in your place. If you need to buy anything in the future, you can use this money first! We can trust you!”

Not just Granny Sangru.

The same goes for the other Moon Clan girls in the vicinity, they all begged her to take back the money, and refused to ask for the reward no matter what.

Yes, you can keep it for us!

We just want to do something for you, and we haven't thought about getting paid.

I have never dealt with this kind of situation before, and Sesame Paste couldn't laugh or cry for a while, looking at the stubborn everyone, I don't know how to persuade them.

Just when Sesame Paste was in a difficult situation, a very energetic voice suddenly came in from the side and relieved her.

Oh! Don't worry, old man, this huge sum of money will come in handy soon!

Hearing the loud voice, everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see Tail standing there with his hands on his hips, followed by a fleshy one.

A'wei? Looking at the sudden appearance of the tail, a surprised expression appeared on the sesame paste face.

Giving her a look of Leave it to me, Tail looked at the crowd around here, cleared his throat and continued.

Just now, I discussed it with my companions. It's really not good to stay in other people's ports. And there is a war here again. Maybe someday we will be involved.

It just so happens that our companions have established a new settlement on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait. There is a vast expanse of unclaimed land. Anyone can settle there as long as they abide by the laws of the alliance!

Hearing this sentence, there was a commotion of whispering among the surrounding crowd, and they exchanged surprise and bewilderment in their gazes.

A vast unclaimed land?

But……

They heard that there is a world of alien species.

And will those who have settled there really accept them?

Seeing the concern in everyone's eyes, Tail continued to speak energetically.

Don't worry, although there are many alien species there, we are an alliance that even defeated the brood nest in Qingquan City! There are only a few alien species, and these furs are peeled off from those alien species!

Facts that can be seen with the naked eye are more convincing than all rumors.

The survivors of the Southern Islands Federation once evacuated from the Baiyue province, and the kingdom of the No. 4 oasis also suffered a big stumble there. Those losers who had their noses in the dust naturally spared no effort to describe the horror of Baiyue Province and the invincibility of that forest.

However, now, the players of Port of Chips have not only gained a firm foothold in that unconquerable land, but also proved that those barbaric and bloodthirsty aliens are not invincible.

Although most of the survivors here didn't know what happened to the brood nest in Qingquan City mentioned by the tail, they all raised their brows in unison when they looked at the rows of fur stripped from the alien species around them.

At this moment, there is only one concern left in everyone's mind——

Will they...will accept us? Hesitantly glanced at the port not far away, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl walked out of the crowd, looked at the tail and asked in a low voice.

Oh! Of course! Tail gave her a thumbs up, gave her a positive look, and continued with a confident smile, In fact, the survivors of Chip Harbor invited us to settle in the past, and they promised to guarantee The security of the colony.

There are a lot of powerful bosses there, and it's easy to solve a few monsters and bosses, but some basic work is still short of manpower. Not just tanning fur, but also the salt fields near the port, and the orchards that are planned to be built in the future What the hell... In short, there are so many places that lack people! As long as you are willing to work, you can get paid like today, and you can buy a lot of things!

Looking at those eyes that were gradually brightening with longing and longing written on them, the corners of Tail's mouth could not help but curl up into a smile.

Of course, everything there has just started, and the conditions are still very rough. Compared with the ideal city, it must be far behind... But Tail can assure you that everything will gradually get better! How? Are you willing to follow Tail Shall we go there together?

There are more and more people around, and the louder and louder discussions spread along the crowd.

Some people's eyes are full of expectations, but there are also some people showing apprehensive expressions and uneasiness about changing the status quo.

Just when everyone was undecided, a firm voice suddenly came from the side.

I am willing... I will follow you!

The voice sounded familiar.

Sesame Paste looked back subconsciously, and saw Misa with a ponytail looking at him seriously, squeezing out the crowd and walking towards this side.

There was a look of surprise on her face.

It was the first time for her to see such a brave expression on the shy girl's face.

Hearing that voice took over his own words, Tail was immediately astonished as if he had discovered a new world, and looked at the brave girl with a serious expression.

Oh! Girl, you have to think about it clearly. Once you get on our thief ship—— bah, you get on our port, you won't be able to go to Ideal City.

Isn't it ideal city...there is someone else's home, no matter how good it is, there is no room for us.

Turning his eyes to the port that was close at hand, and the faces on the port watching the excitement, a relieved smile floated on Misa's face.

Compared to living a life of depending on others in the future, I still desire to have my own home. It doesn't matter if it is still broken for the time being, I am willing to accompany it to get better slowly.

After finishing speaking, she turned around and looked at the compatriots around her, and mustered up her courage to raise her volume.

Everyone... How long has it been since we lived in the sun like today!

From the moment they moved into the concentration camp at Port Cam Gallon, like cattle, they were at the buyer's disposal.

It started from the moment when the Xilan Empire deprived all of them of their property and freedom with inexplicable reasons.

That voice, which was not considered sensational, resonated with countless people, including the respected Granny Sangru, who also showed a moved expression on her wrinkled face.

The old man took two steps forward tremblingly, stretched out his thin hand to hold the child's hand, and showed a warm smile on his face.

Misa... you said something that all of us didn't know how to express, and I feel like it's been hidden in my heart for a long, long time.

As she spoke, she looked at the sesame paste, and then at the tail, with gratitude and sincerity in her aging pupils.

I am willing to follow you to that settlement together. If there is anything we can help in the future, please be sure to tell us!

Just as her voice fell, more and more powerful voices came from all directions.

Me too!

Please take us with you!

Seeing everyone full of enthusiasm, the eyes of Sesame Paste and Rourou were moved, and Tail shouted excitedly.

Oh! It's such a happy decision, the next stop is Potato Fries! Rourou, let's set sail for the boiler!

Who is the captain!

Don't pay attention to these details! Hurry up!

Looking at the two live treasures who suddenly started making a fuss, Sesame said dumbfoundedly.

Wait, that... Do we have to wash the boat for someone before we set off? They have already paid for it.

The fleshy tail that was pushing behind suddenly stopped moving.

Giao! I almost forgot.

Hahaha!

The hearty laughter followed the sea breeze to the endless sea, blending into the gradually deepening night and the ups and downs of the waves.

Watching the crowd from a distance, Sisi, who was holding a notebook in his arms, couldn't help showing a soft smile on his face.

Although there is no doubt that this place is wasteland.

But with these lovely little friends by her side, she would always forget about it from time to time...

Turned back to the cabin.

Sis spread out his notes on the table, took out the newspapers he bought from the port in the morning and laid them out beside him, and selected news worthy of attention and cut them out.

The side missions of this game are deeply hidden, requiring players to actively collect relevant clues in the game and analyze them.

Probably thanks to Vault No. 70, the media industry in the settlements of the Southern Islands Federation is fairly developed, and it is much easier to obtain information than it was in Silver Moon Bay.

Not just for gathering intel on side quests.

She also needs to use the clues revealed in the news to determine the progress of the battle in the southern waters and grasp the timing of entering No. 70 shelter.

That place is now under the blockade of the Federation Navy of the Southern Islands. Not only are warships patrolling the nearby waters, but submarines are also performing underwater search and mine-laying tasks.

That's not a place where you can get in with just a diving suit.

After all, the Federation of the Southern Islands is a force fostered by Vault 70. According to her observations during this period, these people are largely similar to the union without players.

They sort of ended the wasteland beneath their feet and established an order different from most of the original survivor colonies in the wasteland. It’s just that due to various reasons, the members of Vault 70 broke away from the local survivors, and their identities changed from “pioneers” to a high and special class, so they embarked on a completely different ending from Camp 101.

But what puzzled her was that the fuse that ignited the war was a bit too sketchy, and it was full of all kinds of inexplicable doubts.

Not even just lighting the fuse for war—

Also includes some odd details from the battle report.

The research ship 'Golden Coast' sank... My boy, they have so many ships.

After whispering the text in the picture, Sis cut it out from the headline page of the newspaper, pasted it in a notebook, and lined it up with the other three pictures cut from other newspapers.

Standing up and walking to the chart, she drew a red circle as a mark in the northern waters of the Southern Islands based on the approximate location provided by the newspaper.

Adding the previous three, the four red circles are all concentrated in the north.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Sisi's face.

It's already the fourth ship, and it's in the waters outside the trade lane like before...

Are there really submarines lurking in that place?

Although there is no evidence, she always feels that she is very close to the truth...