This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time that the Meat, which carried more than a thousand survivors of the Moon Race, arrived at the Fry Port, 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 some of the berths for renovation, and the bazaar specializing in imported goods near the warehouse area also spontaneously established a market management committee, which not only raised money to renovate the roads, but also made the sanitation here in good order.

After 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?

Even 200,000—or even 300,000, he believed it!

When he walked 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 baggy leather jacket and jeans, with a slightly fatter figure, wrinkled smile lines on his face, and arms outstretched enthusiastically.

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

Take care of...the 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, and 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 gaze slowly drooped with his slightly bent arms.

Huang...cough cough, my dear friend, I heard about you, these days when I was away, you were wronged... and everyone in the shelter. But anyway, seeing you is fine I'm relieved, I'll be fine...

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

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

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

I'm going to Nima!

Intermittent echoes hit his ears.

Before he could recover 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 roared with grief and anger.

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 closing the 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 field of gossip, NPCs do not lose to players at all.

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 of close contact between the fist and the face 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 really not a reliable place, and even the boss who invested in this newspaper has no intention of making money from this stuff 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 so explosive, it attracted countless people to buy melons, so that the sales volume of Goblin Observer even surpassed 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 foot rice that was mentioned by the way was shot down.

What kind of delicacy is it that makes the manager of Vault 70 abandon the entire Vault?

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 did not sell pork knuckle rice could not resist the temptation to temporarily change their menus.

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

...

Hahahahaha!

The lobby of the Road Town Inn.

Duke Galava, who was sitting at the table eating, looked at the Goblin Observer in his hand, the goatee under his nose trembled, and his stomach ached 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 so many fans?

So he came here with the accompanying mission.

Coincidentally, Captain Benoitwan, the envoy 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 the companies were brought into the negotiations of the cohesion body, they were secretly 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.

In fact, Galava despises such folly. 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.

Every time at this time, he would secretly rejoice in his heart.

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

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

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

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

After a hearty laugh, Duke Galava straightened 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 be inexperienced to behave like this for a mere plate of food.

Ni Yang, the follower standing beside him, quickly flattered and agreed.

...The food in the southern sea area is provided by the Camelback 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 Ni Yang was his favorite servant, and also his personal secretary and life assistant. He usually spoke the most pleasant words. 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, and a dozen people stand and watch.

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

In contrast, 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 precisely because of this that he is always paying attention to whether his appearance is decent and elegant.

Lisa, who was carrying the dinner plate, came over and glanced at the row of bodyguards standing behind his chair in confusion, but didn't ask any further questions, just put down the dinner 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 can't keep up with the size of his territory, it has to be said that these guys are really good at eating.

The only thing that made him a little unaccustomed 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 the pale jade finger of a young girl.

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

It's a pity that 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 dinner 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 mark.

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 comparison, the slaves produced in the legion itself, especially the city of Triumph, were more expensive.

Those brown-haired, slender-nosed slaves were like the purebred cows on the alpine pastures by the Sorat River. Although they were not so expensive that only the ten thousand captains could enjoy them, they were 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 aristocrats of the Xilan Dynasty are 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, and 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.

None of these lofty shelter dwellers are good things.

Arrogant and arrogant.

Vault 70 was the case, so why not a certain three-digit shelter.

End the wasteland?

Start a new era?

hehe.

A bunch of neuroses.

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

It's ridiculous!

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.

Chip Harbor welcomes a new resident! One thousand Moon Clan refugees landed smoothly!

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

And it was booger that popped out from his finger, and 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 chattering and laughing drinkers around unconsciously lowered their voices, casting surprised and curious gazes over there.

It is true that some people in this settlement go mad every now and then, but who would go mad in the place with the most residents in this refuge?

Noticing the sight 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 with strong folk customs, 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?

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

It's like no one has eyes.

Who do you look down on?

Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, 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 heart... We should summon the managers of the alliance and send them a message from the empire. Warning, let them stop slandering us and taking 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, tell your subordinates to keep a low profile. The elephant doesn't need to care about the mice and ants at its feet. We don't have 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.

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

Seeing that these wooden people were no longer provocative, everyone 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? Sloppy?

Haha, they really chose a good name for themselves!

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

If you hear it, just hear 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 less concealed, after all, that's what they did in the wasteland.

Duke Galava's brows twitched, his teeth were clenched, and the elegant and decent appearance on his face became more and more unrestrained, 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.

Trying to stay calm, 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 badge on the front of the banknote, just like their conscience covered with lard, this is a detail he carefully designed.

Everyone here is humiliated.

Even if the humiliation is not so obvious.

Old Hook standing behind the bar 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.

Great Horned Deer God, this God of Plague should never come again next time.

Watching the group leave, Old Hook walked over with his gunshot leg, picked up the banknote and 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 hugging 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 was obvious that she was crying very sadly.

Maybe it has something to do with what happened before.

Old Hook probably understood 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...

No matter what, 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 just be ourselves.

Lisa's breathing gradually calmed down, and she seemed to feel better.

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

Thanks……

You're welcome, Old Hook grinned, and stretched out his hands to rub the little girl's hair, I have to ask you to look at the front desk for a while, it's time for me to rest for a while.

Well! Leave it to me!

Lisa nodded vigorously, 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 door curtain, Old Hook didn't get up, but sat on the ground grinning, pressing his right hand on his leg.

As soon as this person slackened, his bones rusted, and it hurt like this after squatting for a while.

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 seemed to be hit by an arrow, and it became more and more ineffective.

Old Hook smiled wryly and shook his head.

……old.