A strange world

Chapter 934 Section 165. Reconstruction

"Cough cough cough..."

As we walked into the residential area, we heard bursts of coughing.

The dilapidated houses were crumbling, the windows were broken, and the cold wind whistled through the holes, ruthlessly depriving the thin warmth in the house. On the walls, mottled graffiti was vaguely visible.

The pedestrians on the street looked numb, their clothes were tattered, covered with dirt and stains. Some of them wandered aimlessly, some lay on the side of the street, covered with tattered blankets, breathing weakly and rapidly.

Sewage flowed around them like black snakes. Rats bigger than cats had scarlet eyes and jumped through the streets as if no one was around, and no one paid any attention to them.

They were going to die, and it didn't matter whether they were killed by hunger, illness or rats.

Francois initially thought this was a slum, but the gang leader said that except for the inner city, there were slums everywhere outside, and they became bad guys just to survive...

"What's your name?"

"Salted Fish Gang." The boss thought he was asking the name of the gang.

"Salted Fish Gang?"

He said timidly: "I hope everyone has endless salted fish to eat..."

Even their dreams are so simple.

The Salted Fish Gang's lair is not bad, it is a two-story single-family house, and there are two gangsters holding wooden sticks guarding the door.

"Boss--"

Before they asked, the boss said: "This is our distinguished guest! Open the door!"

The two gangsters regarded Francois as a nobleman in the inner city, revealing a complex emotion of both expectation and hatred.

The Salted Fish Gang has tried its best to make its lair grand, but in Francois's eyes, it is still like a villager who picked up a purse-whatever good things he sees is put at home.

The wall was filled with oil paintings, animal specimens, and curtains, all of which were dirty. Wolf skins, bear skins, lion skins, and deer skins were spread all the way from the door to the main seat, making it look like it was patched.

On the left was a row of beds on the ground, and on the right was a bonfire with a hanging pot, which was totally out of place.

There was no salted fish... After all, Xing'er City was still hundreds of miles away from the coast. As for why they thought of salted fish... they must have heard the story of "one salted fish for a month"...

That was because the salted fish in Xingyue Bay was unsalable, so they promoted it to sell goods.

It feels good... Let's start from here.

Francois thought to himself and said, "From now on, I am the boss of the Salted Fish Gang. Who has any objections?"

The boss and the gangsters were silent, but the gangster who was guarding the door said angrily, "I have an objection!"

Francois narrowed his eyes, and instantly turned into a shadow and appeared beside the gangster who spoke, twisted his body and kicked him down with a whip kick, and then stepped on him.

"What about this time?"

The boss and the thugs were silent, but the thugs under his feet struggled to raise their heads and shouted: "There can only be one boss in the Salted Fish Gang..."

Francois just thought that a thug was quite brave, so he shouted with all his strength:

"That's you!"

...

Compared with the Free City, Count Urmite's "Violet Garden" is neither legitimate, nor reasonable, nor a garden.

Want to know what it looks like? Just find a village and draw it, and then paint the surrounding circle blue.

They didn't even want to build a castle.

As if he understood Annan's eyes, Count Urmite said awkwardly: "The castle is too big, there will be no place left after it is built..."

This is Annan's fault, and Count Urmite's fault. As for why Annan is blamed... Who made Annan's Free City flourish and gave Count Urmite an idea?

He had a good idea. The Violet Kingdom was gone, and the royal family and nobles died or fled. He was the only noble who still insisted on staying in the old land. He could legitimately inherit the kingdom's legacy, which meant he had money.

If he bought a floating city, there would be survivors to come to him, which meant he had people.

With money and people, he might have a chance to change his identity in the future, from Earl Ulmit to Ulmit I.

However, he underestimated the consumption of the floating city and overestimated the speed of accepting the legacy...

Even if he sent everyone around him to dig for treasure, the treasures he brought back in the past few months were not even as much as they could earn as part-time mercenaries.

There were quite a few survivors, but they were either old nobles who asked for power or refugees who were so thin that the orcs shook their heads and walked away.

Earl Ulmit walked to the window, looked out the window and sighed: "It's great... Compared with your city, my floating city is like a remote countryside."

If it weren't for Annan's continuous blood transfusion, Earl Ulmit would have run to Middle-earth in disgrace and found a place to land.

"It will be fine. The coalition will deal with the ratmen, and we will deal with the Kingdom of Rekane." Annan comforted him.

"How are you going to deal with those sons of bitches?"

"Learn from the rats and dig out the foundation of the Kingdom of Rekane bit by bit."

Annan told him about the distribution of leaflets.

"Too slow." Earl Ulmit complained.

"No way, you can't expect a territory built two years ago to confront a kingdom built hundreds of years ago, even if it is now extremely weak."

If Free City fights it, it will not only be the Kingdom of Rekane who is afraid.

"Are you going to continue to go north?"

"No, Free City will stay here for a while."

The north is too dangerous. Whether it is the demons, the ratmen, or even the Kingdom of Rekane, they all have the strength to shoot down Free City.

Count Ulmit laughed happily: "Then I will stay in your city for a few more days."

"welcome any time."

Annan also took Count Ulmit around for a walk. As a northerner, and a northerner as burly as a bear, the earl, as expected, liked gladiatorial arenas and taverns, as well as the camps of several large legions.

"What a group of good guys. In five years... no, three years, they will be the real elite."

Annan smiled. In his heart, they already were.

What Earl Ulmit covets the most is not the Hellfire or the foreign aid legion, but the Punishment Legion... more than three hundred mages. If he had these soldiers, he would dare to attack the royal capital!

Walking to the last camp, Annan introduced: "They are also a group of criminals."

Count Ulmit looked at the neat queue in the open space with suspicion: "But they look like a group of real soldiers."

"They are indeed soldiers, soldiers of the Kingdom of Ruikan'er."

That's right, Annan sent over the guards sent by the Rekaner Kingdom to the empire to participate in the victory parade to accept the transformation of Liberty City.

On one side is the crumbling Kingdom of End, which has betrayed many people, and on the other side is the rising and popular Liberty City. It is not difficult to choose which one.

"The effect is good. They have begun to agree with the concept of Liberty City. This is what a warlock should do." Annan said.

"This is what a succubus should do..."

"Earl, you have drunk too much."