This Game Is Too Realistic

Hurry up!

A bunch of useless things!

Haven't you all eaten?

The wharf echoed with the overseer's rude growl and the crack of his whip.

The laborers carrying the boxes were like upright donkeys, coming and going between the deck of the cargo ship and the dock warehouse without complaint.

Not to mention the salary of eight silver coins an hour and eating in the same pot, even stopping and resting for a while here is an extravagant hope, and if you want to go to the toilet and drink water, you have to plead with the supervisor.

This is Xifan Port.

That is, the Sihanoukville that players ridicule.

A healthy slave here costs only 1,000 dinars.

And even though the population is so cheap, merchants from Triumph City are still more inclined to lease.

In the eastern part of the Zhongzhou Continent, many survivors have a fantasy about the beauty of the distance, thinking that the Legion is actually very disciplined.

But in fact, it was only because they had too little contact with Willanters, and they didn't understand the nature of these guys.

Every old resident of Fallen Leaf City knows very well what the Willant people looked like when they first came to the River Valley Province, and what they looked like after they were hurt.

The reason why they behaved so well in the eastern part of the Central Continent was simply because they were hurt by the beatings.

If it were Xifan Port, which was far outside the projection range of the alliance's power, they would not have acted.

But what's interesting is that even though they have worked hard to squeeze the locals, they are still nothing compared to the local nobles in Borneo Province.

So much so that General McLenne couldn't help feeling that every time he passed by here, he was too kind when he was in the River Valley Province, and he didn't squeeze out the potential of the local survivors at all.

The residents living in the area are mainly Weilante people, followed by merchants from Yinyue Bay and other places, as well as local nobles and some free people in Borneo Province.

Since the slave trade was not prohibited in the local area, after the fall of King Gallon Port, some nobles from Lowell State migrated here.

As for the players, they are almost invisible here.

After all, there is neither an airport nor a save point opened by the big boss. It takes ten or twenty days to float on the sea from the port of the alliance, and another ten or twenty days to go back.

If you die here once, not only will your unsaved experience points be cleared, but your equipment and property will also be destroyed. This risk is completely out of proportion to the benefit!

However, although this place is a tasteless place to players, it has a completely different meaning to Willant people.

Since the civil servants of Triumph City borrowed this territory from the empire, they brought here clean streets, beautiful houses, and bright street lights.

Benoit and other civil servants have high hopes for the local development prospects.

Even though the nobles of the empire have been pedantic to the point of stubbornness, no one should be able to reject the decent life of civilized people.

They can influence the nobles of Shizhou through the rich life of Xifan Port, and then influence the nobles of Tiandu through the nobles of Shizhou.

They don't expect to civilize the guys here, and they are not interested in doing charity, but they need an ally with enough deterrence to share the pressure from the alliance for them.

On the port paved with gravel bricks.

A bearded Willante frequently looked at the diamond-encrusted pocket watch in his hand, with an anxious expression on his face.

His name is Yarman, he is a sugar and tea businessman, the main business is to send the sugar and black tea produced in Xifan Port to Triumph City and the ports controlled by the Southern Army, and occasionally he will be a slave trader.

According to the original plan, his fleet should set off in the morning to the Southern Legion's Eternal Night Harbor on the southernmost side of the Great Desert, and then circle around to the west of the Central Continent to bring the finest tea and sugar cubes back to Triumph City. port.

However, the plan cannot keep up with the change.

Just yesterday, a piece of news from the governor's office made all the Weilante businessmen in Xifan Port boil!

The legion's expedition to Haiya Province is over, and a large number of equipment stranded on the front line are sold at a discount!

As long as you spend 10,000 dinars to buy a certificate from the governor's office and pay a certain amount of deposit, you can pack and transport away the treasures piled up in Haiya Province at a super low price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton !

The only requirement of the Governor's Office of Xifan Port is that these arms purchased through vouchers must be shipped back to Xifan Port!

And the target of the sale must be the Xifan Port Weapons Reserve Bureau or the Empire!

Although this condition means that the selling price will be suppressed to a certain extent, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the Weilante merchants in Xifan Port.

After all, the price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton is so delicious, it is equivalent to free!

They have been doing business for so many years, and they have never seen arms sold by the pound!

Even if all the good things are picked out and only a few bullets are left, that is more than 50% of the profit.

And if you can buy the Conqueror tank of the Eastern Legion, the profit will be doubled!

Yarman certainly wouldn't miss such a lucrative deal. Although he has no connections in the arms business, does this kind of closed-eyed business need any connections?

What's more, if it is really impossible, it can still be sold to the Weapons Reserve Bureau of Xifan Port, so you are not afraid of falling into your hands.

Praise to His Majesty the handsome!

Praise Governor Huye!

This is almost obvious, the Governor's Office of Xifan Port sent them a New Year's gift!

However, it is a coincidence that Yarman is obviously not the only one who thinks this way.

The entire Xifan Port is like crazy, and the berths of the docks are packed to the brim.

The workers on the pier had just filled the boat with their feet, and before they even had time to take a bite of the dry food, they were immediately urged by the supervisors to unload it into the warehouse. If they moved slower, they would be whipped.

But even so, in the face of the strong demand for loading and unloading, the hard work of the coolies still seemed like a drop in the bucket.

To put it bluntly, the slaves themselves were to blame. After all, they were so hard-working and cheap that there was no need for electrified loading and unloading equipment in the port of Xifan Port. In case of encountering such a peak demand, you can only push yourself again.

Because there were too many ships eager to unload, the port office and labor intermediaries had to go to nearby manors and plantations to mobilize another group of slaves and serfs.

Looking at the busy pier, the bearded captain said frowningly.

At this rate, I'm afraid we won't start until tomorrow morning.

Alman said involuntarily.

Too slow, we have to hit the road today anyway!

The captain's brows twitched violently, and he looked at him with a wry smile.

I understand your eagerness to get rich, but... you also have to consider the reality.

Actual? Yarman put down his cuffs and looked at the captain with sharp eyes. I'll tell you what is actual! Boxes and bundles of ammunition are piled up in Haiya Province, and they are weapons of the regular army! The one in the east A group of trash has never been so generous! The merchant ships of the entire route are running there, if we go late, we won’t even have a drink of soup!

Facing that aggressive gaze, the captain swallowed.

Well, I suppose these coolies can unload the cargo before dark, shall we go with an empty ship—

That's right, let's go with an empty boat! Yarman interrupted him without hesitation, and continued with an excited expression, We don't need to bring anything except supplies! There is no time for us to hesitate. In the past, we are not doing business, we are going to pick up money! Do you understand picking up money?

When talking about this, Arman eased his tone and patted his captain on the shoulder.

Prepare according to what I said. This transaction will not be without your benefits...I can assure you that your share of this transaction is at least 1 million dinars or more!

Hearing this generous reward, the captain held his breath subconsciously, and nodded his neck unconsciously.

good……

One million dinars!

The commander's ransom is not so high!

Compared with this property, going home for the New Year is nothing worth mentioning.

Watching the captain leave, Yarman continued to cast his eyes on the head of the lion tribe, and his warm smile immediately collapsed.

How long will it take to empty my fleet?

Faced with the urging of the Willant master in front of him, Najib said with a smile while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

I'll ask the overseers to press again, and try to hurry up before tomorrow—

As much as possible?

Alman raised his eyebrows, stared at him firmly, and said in a word, I don't care what method you use, you must unload all the goods for me before dark!

As soon as Najib heard this, the sweat that had just been wiped came out of his forehead again.

Hey, before it gets dark, but my lord, it's only three hours before it gets dark—

That's your business. Yarman said indifferently without even looking at him, It's up to eight o'clock in the evening. If you can't do it, I can only talk to your boss—or me. Partners chatted.

Hearing this sentence, Najib only felt a chill down his back.

Although he is a member of the lion tribe, he is just a commoner, and he is nothing compared to those big men with titles.

So even though this request sounded a bit difficult, he could only grit his teeth and say it bravely.

I'll find some more people to come...

Go.

Alman waved his hand impatiently, and drove the guy away like a fly.

Facts have proved that reminders are still effective.

Under the desperate urging of the overseers, the slaves mustered all their strength, and actually vacated the last two ships before the sun sank to the sea level.

Najib was in a hurry and was about to claim credit from Lord Yarman, but was blocked by the crowd in front of the pier.

I saw a group of coolies forming a circle on the narrow pier, and a skinny guy in the middle was lying on the ground, twitching with foam at the mouth.

The guy was too thin, and his skin was sunburnt and black, like a smoked sausage.

Najib pushed and squeezed into the crowd, kicked the guy on the ground, and seeing that he was still, he asked the dock workers next to him.

What's wrong with this guy?

A tall and thin man lowered his head and said.

His name is Orissa—

Before he finished speaking, he was whipped on the forehead, and he staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, the worker next to him supported his arm and prevented him from falling into the sea.

Blood oozed out from the opened flesh, covering his eyes and half of his face, it was shocking to watch.

The man seemed to be stunned, touched his forehead, and stood there in a daze, unable to recover.

Who cares what his name is, let me drag him off the pier! Damn it! Don't you know how busy you are today! Don't be stuck here! Najib yelled cursingly, and the whip in his hand was messed up. He pointed out that he drove off all the workers surrounding him.

The crowd in front of the pier finally dissipated, and the port resumed its usual busyness.

Glancing at the wooden box that had sunk into the sea, the corners of Najib's mouth twitched with pain.

It's a pity that the good tea...

One pack can be worth half a month's salary.

Fortunately, he didn't need to compensate for the lost goods. These big shots had already expected the clumsiness of these rough people, and the loss of one or two boxes of goods was within an acceptable range.

Otherwise, even if you sell him, you won't be able to pay him back...

The reprimanded laborers carried the poor man named Orissa to the labor registration office. This is a routine procedure. The dead person has to cross out his name, otherwise he will be regarded as a fugitive slave and the whole family will suffer.

The registry clerk checked the list, only to find that this fellow was not a slave at all, but a freeman.

Of course, he was just surprised.

After all, free people without land may not live more comfortably than slaves.

Especially if the former still has a family to raise, the belly may be full of dirt.

Are there any members of his family here?

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, expressing that they didn't know where the poor guy lived.

The staff didn't bother to bother, as soon as they heard that there were no relatives here, they took the registration book in their hands and posted it.

Let his family come.

A worker couldn't bear it and asked in a low voice.

...What about this person?

The staff member rolled his eyes.

I'm dead, I'm going to find a place to bury it, maybe I can still come back alive.

As he spoke, he continued to urge.

Move out quickly, don't stop here to get in the way.

The two guards stared straight at this side, and the laborers who brought Orissa here could only carry the body out again.

A group of people stood blankly on the street, not knowing where to go, thinking in a few words whether to go to his family first, or to find a place to bury him first.

Anyway, people are going to be buried in the end, isn't the piece of red soil in the suburbs prepared for this?

Everyone sympathized with Orissa's experience, and couldn't help but be surprised that this old guy who usually keeps silent is actually a free citizen who has redeemed himself.

No wonder he worked so hard!

Envious expressions appeared on some faces.

After all, he died as a slave, but there was nothing. However, if the freeman died, the family could at least get a compensation.

Although 800 dinars is not much, it is already a huge sum of money for them.

This is one of the few benefits that the Willanters have won for them.

However, although some people are envious, others are looking in the direction of the port with hatred.

Most of these people are followers of the Silver Moon Sect.

Most of them are the audience of the Silver Gospel, and most of them have heard Boll the Awakened translated and recited by the pastor from Silver Moon Bay, Mr. Melgio.

That is the enlightenment reading for their literacy.

Although they had never been to Boulder City, they clearly remembered how the people there did it.

Perhaps because of the extreme anger, a ray of flame finally burst out of the suppressed silence.

Look, this is the so-called 'free folk'...

A hoarse voice floated out of the crowd, and a tall and thin man came out.

He was the man who had been whipped on the pier earlier.

A shocking scar was printed on his forehead, dyeing the white gauze red.

Seeing the ferocious appearance, people couldn't help but took two steps back, with fearful expressions on their faces.

The man didn't stop, his hoarse voice gradually became hysterical, completely releasing the anger in his chest.

They took everything from us, and they tagged it! One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... Xilan coins or dinars, go buy it! With our blood, with our sweat, go Buy what belongs to us! To achieve their greatness and wisdom!

And... when we finally bought back what was ours, when they finally squeezed the last drop of our blood, we could lie down in the red soil like Orissa.

There was silence all around.

That desperate fate is oppressive and suffocating.

What's the point of toiling away if there's nothing left to mourn in the end?

What free folk...

That fat bait was a scam from the start!

Perhaps it was the silence of the people that gave him the courage to continue speaking. He clenched his fists tightly and issued a soul torture to the surrounding crowd.

Tell me! Why should we buy something that belongs to us!

But what can we do...

There was finally a muffled complaint from the crowd, breaking the silent silence.

Looking at the restless crowd, the man didn't back down, instead he yelled out of his mind.

What can be done! Pole has told us what to do! We must unite!

Then what?

This time he didn't speak, because someone in the crowd called out for him.

Do you even need to ask! Of course it is to take back what belongs to us!

Angry roars erupted one after another, and the emotions of revenge were superimposed in the contagion.

The ever-increasing numbers blunted the fear, and the thousand pillars that sealed their courage seemed to disappear

Even the most timid person has an angry expression on his face at this moment——

and hate!

It's not over!

That's right!

Orissa can't die in vain!

They must pay the price!

The chattering voice became louder and louder, and finally attracted the guards in the port area.

Although these guards seldom enter the slums outside the port area to enforce the law, but now is a special period after all, the entire pier is short of people everywhere, how can so many people gather here to make a fuss.

Leading in front of the guards was the foreman Najib, tightly clutching the whip he had used earlier, and yelled loudly at the gathered workers.

What are you guys doing here! It takes so long to lift a person? Why don't you go back to work!

Everyone was in high spirits, and someone in the crowd yelled.

We quit!

Don't do it? Heh! It's against you! Najib raised his eyebrows, and flicked the whip in his hand, but he failed to catch the guy who made a fuss. Blew that man's eyeballs.

I saw people kneeling down with their eyes covered in pain, and the blood flowed all over the ground.

Seeing the blood, the crowd was in an uproar. Thousands of people gathered on the road, yelling and surrounded Najib.

Having never seen this scene before, Najib was also taken aback, and took a step back uncontrollably.

But he soon discovered that he had counseled too early.

Hearing a pop gunshot behind him, the guard holding the Ripper rifle didn't say a word, and directly fired several shots into the sky.

Slap--!

The gunshot was like cold water splashed on a soldering iron, and with a sizzling sound, the burning emotion was completely wiped out.

This isn't Boulder after all.

Boer is not from Borneo.

The people who were excited a second ago showed fear on their faces, and fled in all directions, and the street was scattered in a short while.

Najib was also stunned for a moment, then smiled sheepishly, and looked at the officer behind him with a straight nose.

Hey...My lord, I said that these guys are as timid as mice, and they can't make any big troubles.

The Willant officer gave him a disdainful glance, and silently loaded his rifle.

He is a member of the Southern Legion, and he has been a colonial guard for more than ten years. He suppressed the storm hole at least two or three times, and the most violent one forced them to move out all the 902mm heavy artillery.

It is indeed a rare situation here, when the gunshot is fired, it is over without a person dying.

Of course he is very satisfied.

but--

It just made him look down a little bit.

...

The night at Xifan Port is getting darker, and the evening wind blowing from the sea to the port is slightly cold.

The commotion at the gate of the labor registration office did not affect the busyness here in the slightest.

The pier is still busy coming and going, and the glittering windows are still resplendent.

The phrase we quit is like a joke.

I just feel sorry for the passer-by whose eyeballs were blown out, and I can't find anyone to talk about my grievances.

Finally, all preparations for departure were made, and Arman, who was standing at the port, was reluctantly saying goodbye to his family.

...It's my birthday soon, so I can't wait until the festival is over before going. The little girl in a floral dress pouted slightly, her dark brown hair was tied into a princess braid, just like a real princess Same.

The second weekend of January every year is the birthday, which is a more important festival than the New Year for the Willant people.

It is said that it was the day of their birth, and it was also the beginning of all glory and legend.

It is precisely because of this that no matter how busy they are, the Willant people will choose to take this day out and stay with their families.

Arman originally planned to do the same, and even planned to return to Triumph City to participate in the birthday celebration.

But unfortunately, the big shots in Triumph City gave too much...

Yarman patted his daughter's head and said dotingly.

Hey, wait for Dad to come back and bring you a gift.

Hmm... Ruby pouted reluctantly, Your taste is so unique, why would you give your daughter a mutant head specimen?

Haha! Sorry! Dad didn't think carefully!

Yarman smiled and picked up his lovely daughter, who made the latter giggle and turned several times in the air before putting it back on the ground.

Gently scratching his daughter's nose, he continued in a doting tone.

Then what gift do I, Ruby, want?

Ruby's eyes sparkled, and she said immediately.

I want to play with sister An Suya!

Ansuya is the daughter of Lord Sharma.

The latter is a well-known nobleman in Shizhou. Not only does he have a plantation of tens of thousands of acres in the outskirts of Xifan Port, but he also has an extremely extensive social circle in Tiandu. He is also a business partner of Alman. people.

Every time when discussing business, Yarman would bring his daughter with him.

Ruby didn't know how big Ansuya's manor was, and she didn't care much, but she was impressed by the maze-like garden.

Every time she followed her father there, she would take Ansuya to play hide-and-seek with the other children in the manor.

Hearing such a simple request, Arman pampered his daughter's head.

Okay! Dad will take you there when you come back!

After a pause, he smiled again.

Of course, Dad still has to bring a gift... My lovely Ruby will stay at home and look forward to it!

Speaking of which, when the trip is over, he just plans to contact Earl Sharma to see if he can use some power to make this batch of goods more valuable.

At that time, I will take my daughter to disturb that guy together.

come back quickly!

The little girl stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, then ran back to her mother.

Gently patted her daughter's hand, Margaery looked at her husband affectionately, with a charming smile on her face.

be careful on the road.

Don't worry! It's not the first time I've taken this route! Wait for my good news!

After giving his wife a kiss, Yarman grinned and stood back on the pier with his suitcase.

See you next month! Wait for me!

After speaking, he followed his captain and a group of his men onto the deck in three steps and turned his head, and gradually drifted away with the prolonged sound of the air whistle.

At the same time, on the street less than 500 meters away from the pier, a mother and daughter came to the door of the labor registration office.

Since the wharf does not recruit female workers, few women will appear here.

Unless it's a situation...

People moved out of the way unconsciously, and the hunched woman said thank you, while holding the little girl's hand tightly, she hurried to the counter.

The staff member who was on duty before had already left work, and this time it was a young man with his hair combed back sitting here, eating melon seeds while chatting and laughing with his colleagues next to him.

Many little nobles who are not high enough or low enough like to put their children to work here.

After all, the sky is too far away for them, but the Willant people in the port area are right in front of them.

Especially the position of the labor registration office, which often deals with Weilante people.

If it can be appreciated by the people of Weilante, it is equivalent to reaching the sky in one step!

The little girl stood on tiptoe, poked her head out from under the counter, and said before her mother.

Where's my dad?

Hearing the timid voice, the young man smiled and turned his head to ask.

Your father? Who is your father?

The little girl continued.

Odisha...he is very tanned, and the pastor of the Moon Church said his lungs are not very good and he keeps coughing.

Worried that the staff didn't know what his father looked like, she worked hard to draw his portrait with her hands.

However, because the description is too abstract, the only effect is to make the young man behind the counter more and more impatient.

Sorry...for bothering you.

The hunchbacked woman was much more silent. She first grabbed her daughter to signal her to stop talking, then found a crumpled paper coupon and hurriedly put it on the table.

That's proof of identity.

Her husband earned it through his illnesses, and it was the only thing that could prove that they had no master.

Seeing this certificate, the impatience on the young man's face eased a little, and he looked up the name in the register against the name on the certificate, and sure enough, he found the name Orissa.

It's a laborer who registered here last month.

This name sounds a bit familiar... Oh, it's the one that was sent just now!

The colleague sitting next to him thought about it, then smiled and opened the drawer, took out a pre-wrapped money bag and threw it on the counter.

I was talking to you about this just now! It's that old guy who exhausted himself to death...

Hearing the dang, the mother and daughter were both stunned, and there was a buzzing sound in their ears.

The lips of the hunchbacked woman moved, and finally she silently put away the bag of money, holding it tightly in her hands.

At that moment, her body seemed to shrink even smaller.

Not wanting to stay here for a second, she took her daughter's hand and hurried away from the counter, escaped from the suffocating atmosphere, and went out into the street.

The evening wind blowing from the port area was extraordinarily icy.

Looking at her mother with those dark eyes, the girl asked in a low voice.

Where is Dad...

The mother who always responded to her on weekdays didn't speak this time, but just quickened her pace and pulled her towards home, her slightly trembling shoulders seemed to be suppressing something.

As if she finally understood where her father had gone, the little girl lowered her head and said nothing, but she didn't cry, she just held her mother's callused hand tightly.

Her father always hoped that she would become sensible sooner. She was always confused about what being sensible was, but now she seemed to finally understand a little bit.

She also has two younger brothers who are much younger than her.

She has to learn to be strong.

The mother and daughter passed by the Church of the Silver Moon Sect, like a drop of water falling before a storm, silently blending into the silent night.

Standing at the door of the shabby church, Melgio sighed softly as he watched the injured laborers, and together with other pastors helped these poor people bandage their wounds.

He wants to help these poor people.

But he was worried about whether he had harmed them.

Goddess Silver Moon... Please bless your poor believers and keep them from misfortune and disaster.

Please also protect me, don't make mistakes that I can't regret...

Touching the silver moon hanging on his chest with his index finger, he chanted softly in his mouth and prayed devoutly in his heart.

He always had an ominous premonition.

Something big is about to happen at Xifan Port...