This Game is Too Real

Chapter 663: It's not just messengers, there's trouble

Chapter 663 It’s not just messengers, there’s also trouble

On the elevator leading to the airship.

The Elf King Fugui with his luggage on his back was waving goodbye to his good brothers standing on the platform.

"Goodbye, brothers! Waiting for you to become the overlord of the southern waters, please eat delicious food and drink spicy food!"

Hearing that there is a space station wreckage from the pre-war era in the southern waters, he bought a set of diving equipment and planned to try his luck there.

Maybe you can get a power armor that can still be used?

That doesn't mean you've just graduated from a magical costume!

It doesn’t matter if it’s broken, as long as 10% of the parts are still good, it’s more than enough to sell tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of silver coins.

The escaped Mole Rat standing on the platform smiled and waved his hand.

"It's okay, I have a hunch that I will see you in a few days."

It is not rare for him to participate in such small activities, as long as the money is in place. What's more, he will fly to Ideal City in a few days to see how his game company is doing.

The chicken eating game launched by Skull Studio has received rave reviews on Endpoint Cloud. Recently, he is planning to move a few more sets of skins into the game to slap a wave of leeks in Ideal City.

Elf King Fugui: "Hey! Is there anyone who curses brothers like you?"

Irena who was standing beside said with a funny face.

"That's not very good, and it saves a return ticket."

"Lao Na?" The young man with the fishing gear on his back took a look at him, and greeted him in surprise, "What the hell? Why are you here?"

Irena smiled.

"Join the fun, don't worry about it. And I heard that there are many alien species that I haven't seen before. We mainly want to go over and see what they look like."

Mole said with a playful smile.

"Don't feed the alien species there."

Irena rolled her eyes.

"Fuck off! Am I that kind of person?"

While chatting, the elevator slowly rose, bringing the last batch of players into the cabin.

After loading, the height of the airship began to rise, and then the propellers hanging on the belly and tail started to start, pushing this airship carrying dreams and hopes to a distant place.

"Hey, I'm envious, shit!"

Looking at the airship that was gradually sailing into the distance, the big-eyed debtor standing on the platform watching the excitement, his face was full of expressions of envy and hatred.

He also wants to go there to have a look, but unfortunately now he has a large family of fruiting bodies to raise.

Although he feels that the Baiyue Province should have the opportunity for those fruit entities to show their strengths, but the freight cost is too high now.

I can only wait for the brothers of the Niuma Group to open a few more flights, and then go there to have a look after the price of the ticket is marked down...

"Let's go." After watching his good brothers leave, Mole put away his waving hands and prepared to leave from the platform.

At this moment, another inflatable airship docked above the inflatable station, and slowly dropped the fixed rope and lift.

The man standing on the escalator was dressed in luxurious clothes, with a haughty look on his face, and his mustache curled upwards, like a king on a playing card.

Including Mole, Big Eye and other old players, the players on the platform all smelled the plot by coincidence, stopped their scattered steps, and cast curious eyes on the elevator .

The elevator stops.

A group of people stepped off the airship.

When they saw the familiar face mixed in, Mole, Big Eye, and a group of people suddenly widened their eyes, and couldn't help but blurted out "Damn".

Bathed in those gazes looking up, Benoit's face was full of pride and pride, and he was very satisfied with the "envy" of these barbarians.

Now he understands a little bit why those out-of-group Eastern Expansionists are so fanatical when it comes to expeditions.

Although it is not as prosperous as Triumph City here, it still feels quite good to be surrounded by pairs of envious eyes.

However, his understanding is only a little bit, nothing more.

Just to satisfy that poor vanity, a huge amount of manpower and material resources were spent to launch a big expedition against an inexplicable opponent that could not see any benefits.

This behavior is really selfish.

There are many doubts about Griffin's death, but the death was not wronged.

Was immersed in his own world, Benoit suddenly heard the sudden sound of "Fuck", he casually turned his ear slightly to the pangolin following behind him, and said softly.

"What does 'fuck' mean?"

The Zhandi guy, who was winking wildly with his bad friends, almost choked on his own saliva, and hurriedly replied.

"Expresses incredulity and admiration...you can understand it as a polite greeting."

"I see."

Slightly squinting his eyes, Benoit raised the corners of his mouth, that expression seemed to be very useful.

The warfield guy's scalp was numb, and he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this guy would not come out of the country and say something like the Romans when he met Mr. Manager.

It's a trivial matter for him to be ashamed.

What a disaster if you wear it out!

"Dear Mr. Benoit, welcome to Shuguang City. I am Cheng Yan, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Alliance. The manager specially asked me to entertain you well. Although we had some festivals before, the war is over, and those who come will welcome you." It's a guest."

"I'm also very pleased to meet you, Mr. Cheng," said Benoit in a formulaic manner. Benoit looked around and asked bluntly, "Where is your manager? I want to talk to him directly."

"The manager has entrusted me with the diplomatic affairs of the alliance, and it is the same to discuss anything with me."

Facing Benoit's perfunctory expression, Cheng Yan's expression did not change at all, and continued to speak with that polite expression.

"As for our Mr. Manager, he is discussing the relevant regulations and cooperation details of the slime mold research community with representatives of the college and the company. If you want to meet with him, you must make an appointment in advance according to the regulations... The same is true for colleges and companies."

Benoit's brows twitched slightly.

The envoy of the legion had never been so slighted, which made him feel a little unhappy.

However, hearing that the same is true for enterprises and colleges, he held back his temper and just continued talking with a displeased expression.

"Our mission has more than a hundred people and needs a piece of land to be stationed."

Cheng continued speaking in a gentle voice.

"We have prepared a hotel for you to stay in."

"No need," Benoit raised his chin slightly, "I should have mentioned in the written diplomatic letter that we Willant people only live in our own houses."

Cheng Yan made a helpless expression.

"Please don't get me wrong, we are just suggesting it out of good intentions... If you insist, then please be yourself."

Seeing the other party give in, Benoit's eyebrows relaxed slightly, he nodded, and led the dozen or so people behind him off the platform.

The elevator rises slowly.

There are still more than 90 people on the airship, and it takes several batches to get down. Some of them were Willantes, and some were their servants.

The staff behind Cheng Yan couldn't help but whispered.

"These savages are so outrageous... They don't even have a house prepared for them, so they have to set up a tent by themselves.",

Other staff members nodded in agreement when they heard the words.

Looking sideways at his subordinates, Cheng Yan said softly.

“There are many settlements in the wasteland that are different from our culture and customs. You have to learn to understand in order to have a good relationship with them... It’s enough for us to do what we should do well.”

In fact, the weird ones are not only the Willant people.

In his opinion, the researchers of the college are just as strange. They have a good house to live in, and they insist on sleeping on the transportation.

And this vehicle will definitely be parked in a hidden place, and will only land next to their airport when necessary.

In contrast, the personnel of the enterprise may be a little normal.

The only slot is their obsession with high-rise buildings.

I heard that in the 100-storey Ideal Hotel, the floors below the 50th floor are empty and unoccupied. Few travelers from Ideal City would choose rooms below the 50th floor.

Just when the envoys of the legion arrived in Dawn City, Chu Guang, who was in a meeting, had already learned about it through Xiao Qi.

Between meeting breaks, in the spacious lounge.

Chu Guang sat down on the sofa, took out the holographic computer pen from his pocket and put it on the table, touched the button lightly to unfold the screen, and listened to the report from Cheng Yan, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Alliance.

"The Weilante mission asked to be stationed near Dawn City. According to your instructions, I agreed to their request and allocated the open space near the First Corps' station to them."

Looking at Cheng Yan in the light blue floating window, Chu Guang nodded.

"Did they react?"

"No, they don't care about the location of the station. That Captain Benoit is camping with the members of the mission."

Speaking of this, Cheng Yan paused for a moment and continued.

"In addition, I noticed that some of the attendants who accompanied them were suspected to be slaves, which is contrary to our laws... I am worried that there may be hidden dangers."

A long time ago, when the alliance was not strong enough, some compromises were made on the slave issue.

For example, allowing merchants with slaves to pass through Dawn City, only restricting their abuse of captives and slaves, and at the same time forcing slave owners to place slaves in designated dormitories in the trading post to isolate the two.

Later, with the growth of the alliance's military and economic strength, the home of refugees, a semi-official organization, would buy the survivors who had lost their freedom from the slave owners at market prices and guide them to live a normal life.

Now, the alliance has enough strength to say no to those slave traders, and even equate them with plunderers, and take the initiative to intercept them.

Whether they are frightened by the military power of the alliance or coveted the market of the alliance, those passing merchants will consciously empty their carriages for the sake of silver coins, and distance themselves from those unclean transactions.

After all, most peddlers are chasing profits, and it is impossible to give up the entire forest for a mere business.

Order, like chaos, radiates outward.

However, the missions from the legion are not merchants after all, so it is obviously inappropriate to deal with them by managing merchants.

After listening to Cheng Yan's report, Chu Guang frowned slightly, and said after thinking for a moment.

"You send them a copy of the alliance's laws and supplies, and gently remind them to respect our rules. The residences we provide to them are not equivalent to diplomatic territories, and we will not recognize people's ownership of people , and will not protect illegal rights and interests. Their diplomatic immunity only guarantees their lives, but does not guarantee that they will not be kicked out."

"Okay, I will convey it to them." After listening to Chu Guang's words, Cheng Yan nodded in agreement, but couldn't help feeling a little headache.

There is nothing wrong with this method of handling in his opinion, but he really can't think of how to express this strong rhetoric euphemistically.

Chu Guang glanced at the time, seeing that the intermission of the meeting was coming to an end, he asked.

"Anything else?"

Cheng Yan said immediately.

"One more thing... about the Xilan Empire."

Chu Guang was slightly stunned, and it took him a while to remember the information about this survivor force, and then asked with a slightly weird expression.

"Do they... have anything to do?"

Cheng Yan nodded subtly and continued.

"I only found out recently that they sent an envoy to us some time ago. Their envoy has left the Lion Kingdom and is expected to arrive near Fallen Leaf City within three days... They want us to meet them at the border, claiming that It was done so that they could draw our location on the map."

Chu Guang couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, but he still restrained his smile and asked solemnly.

"They also came for the mutant slime mold research community?"

Cheng Yan shook his head and said.

"Then they didn't mention it, and I feel that they may not know the situation on our side. According to the royal family of the Lion King, the original itinerary plan of the Xilan Empire Mission seems to be only in the Falcon Kingdom and the Hump The Kingdom took a walk around, and they didn’t plan to go so far east... so they made a lot of unimaginable jokes when they arrived at the Lion Kingdom.”

Chu Guang asked curiously.

"What joke?"

Cheng Yan was slightly taken aback and said.

"This... the lion royal family didn't take the initiative to mention it, do you need me to ask?"

"That's not necessary, let's forget about it," Chu Guang thought for a moment, and gave a serious instruction, "The visitors are guests, you can arrange a few cars to pick them up."

Cheng Yan nodded and said.

"yes."

The communication ended, and the light blue holographic screen scattered stars.

Chu Guang picked up the holographic computer pen on the table and stuffed it back into his pocket, got up and walked out of the lounge, and returned to the meeting room next door with a smile on his face.

Now the representatives of the legion, the college, and the enterprise are gathered again.

The time to decide the fate of this wasteland has come again!

…

The news that the envoys of the legion arrived at the alliance quickly spread throughout the city.

Although news of the legion's dispatch came out a long time ago, because the pioneer city is too far away from the core territory of the alliance, no one paid attention to it.

It wasn't until people saw the group of Willanters appearing in Dawn City with their own eyes that relevant news spread at an incredible speed.

at dusk.

The lobby of the Highway Town Hotel.

The drunkards sitting at the table were chattering and chatting about the news they read in the newspaper and the rumors they heard.

"Really?! The envoy of Triumph City has arrived in Dawn City?"

"Of course it's true! Many people saw the airship they got off that inflatable airport!"

"I can recognize that big nose at a glance!"

"Haha! Those big noses are so embarrassed to come back! Haven't had enough defeats?"

"It seems that these guys are indeed convinced, otherwise they wouldn't have sent envoys to talk to us."

"Unbelievable... that is to say, envoys from colleges, companies, and legions are gathered in Dawn City at the same time?!"

"incredible!"

Hearing people's excited discussions, Lisa, who was holding the tray in both hands, was full of surprise in her eyes.

A mission from Triumph City?

Thinking that the pangolin went to Triumph City, those eyes full of surprise gradually showed a look of anticipation.

Those people may have news of him...

Seeing the expression on the little girl's face, Lao Bai, who was sitting in front of the bar, took a sip of beer and said with a joking smile.

"The Legion is stationed next to the barracks of the First Corps. Go there and ask...while it's still dark."

Of course he knew the Battlefield guy was there.

However, he felt that it would be more surprising if she discovered it by herself.

Lisa glanced at him gratefully, bowed deeply, and then hurried to the back kitchen behind the bar to ask Old Hook for leave.

Looking at the swaying cloth curtain in front of the back kitchen door, Lao Bai grinned. The Mole sitting next to him hiccupped and said in a joking tone.

"I bet the Battlefield **** is going to be taken aback...someone has been waiting for him for a whole year somewhere he doesn't know."

"You guys, you're too stupid. You didn't tell anyone after holding it in for so long." Fujitō, who was sitting by the side drinking sparkling water, teased.

"Haha, this is more interesting!"

Mole smiled maliciously, then turned his head to look at Commander Spring at the next table and asked.

"Do you think that guy will accept?"

Quan Shui made a helpless expression.

"Ghost knows, I've known that dog for so long, but I didn't know what he liked."

Fujiteng, who was sitting at the bar drinking sparkling water, suddenly interjected with great interest.

"Is there a possibility... What he has in his heart is actually Kerway? After all, they have been through life and death together for so long, it is inevitable that some friendship will develop, right?"

The male compatriots sitting next to the bar all involuntarily shivered, and the edge of the water they were drinking even coughed due to choking.

Quan Shui also coughed.

"I feel that this possibility is very small... Otherwise, I would have lost my integrity long ago."

"???" I, who was struggling with being disconnected, raised my head with the darkest face, and fell down just as I was about to refute.

"What if?"

Looking at Fuji Teng whose cheeks were slightly red from excitement, Yaya made a helpless expression.

"Sorry, our Fujiteng drank too much."

Fujito quickly turned to look at her.

"Hey! I'm drinking sparkling water!"

"Cough cough! Since everyone is so interested, why don't we gamble on something!" Lian Dayan grinned and took out a notebook, "Little gambler, I'll be the banker... I'll give you 100 silver coins to bet on the warlord This dog is definitely not a picky eater!"

"I bet that guy will definitely be cowardly...or he would have done it at that time, and there is no need to wait until now," Quanshui just raised his hand and wanted to bet 100 silver coins, but he hesitated after thinking for a while, so he changed his words, "Just Bet 50 silver coins."

Fujito also raised his hand excitedly.

"I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, and I—"

"Rejected! Only two options, next one!"

"Tch!"

"I bet that Zhandi must be scared! After all, he is so fast, so he definitely doesn't want to be known by others."

"Hahaha! Then I bet against you!"

Everyone was joking with each other sentence by sentence. In just a few minutes, twenty or thirty people who eat melons have placed bets.

Lian Dayan swished and wrote, then looked up at Lao Bai who was only drinking and didn't speak, and asked with a smile.

"What about you, Lao Bai?"

"Me?" Lao Bai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I don't care, it's his own business how to choose."

Liabilities and Big Eyes said with a playful smile.

"That's for sure, brother, can you beat that guy's head for the 100 silver coins? Isn't this a gamble for fun?"

Old Bai made a helpless expression, and took out a 100 silver coin bill.

"I'll deposit 50 silver coins each."

Debt Big Eyes: "Damn! This is fine!"

The mole on the run in the canyon: "It's too stupid to bet on both sides!"

It was getting dark outside before we knew it, and the street lamps were turned on one after another.

Almost an hour has passed since Lisa set off, and the topic of everyone has gradually changed from the battlefield to the port of the Baiyue Strait.

At this moment, I, who finally got online, propped my blackest hands on the table, and stood up staggeringly with the topic from an hour ago.

"Hi-I've been talking for a long time, why don't you go over and take a look! Brother Moe, is there anyone going to take a look with me!"

"Let's go," the spring commander at the same table took out the VM to pay the bill, and helped me who was unsteady, the darkest, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the grandson to come, so I'll take a look."

Yaya, who was sitting in front of the bar with Fujiteng, also raised her hand curiously.

"Me, me, me! Watch the excitement and bring me one!"

Just when everyone was booing, Old Hook, the owner of the hotel, suddenly came out from the back kitchen, and said to Lao Bai who was sitting in front of the bar with a worried face.

"Lisa told me to be back in an hour, but it's dark outside now...I don't mean to be stingy with the time, it's just that the kid has always been punctual, something like this has never happened before."

Seeing the old man's uneasy expression, Lao Bai put down the wine glass in his hand and gave him a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, I'll go and have a look."

"Thank you, this drink is for me!" Old Hook looked at Lao Bai gratefully, and suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly took out the terminal to prepare for editing tasks.

Almost every tavern and hotel in the alliance has installed this "mercenary system", whether it is to clean up alien nests or find lost cats, you can place orders through it.

As long as the laws of the alliance are not violated, someone will come to help them solve the problem.

Seeing the old man's movements, Lao Bai grinned, and stretched out his hand to hold his wrinkled hand.

"You're welcome, this drink is enough."

After speaking, he got up from the bar, followed Commander Fountain and my darkest players out of the hotel, and headed towards the brightly lit street...

…

On the other side, the foreign minister of the Buguera Free State, Norege, who was visiting Dawn City, also received the news that the legion envoy had arrived in Dawn City.

Although there was no surprise that the Legion was interested in the "Slime Mold Research Community", the reaction speed of the Willant people really surprised him.

Triumph City is tens of thousands of kilometers away!

There is a vast desert in the middle!

If a general caravan wants to go from Luoxia Province to the west coast of the mainland, it will take at least half a year to travel, stop and go, and it may delay for a year on the road!

Arriving in such a short time is enough to see that the other party attaches great importance to this meeting, and I heard that the identity of the visiting envoy is still Chief Wanfu!

After listening to his subordinate's report, Norreger looked extremely solemn.

Although Mayor Otto is a pro-business politician, it doesn't mean that the Free State has to completely abandon the Legion, an old friend.

But now Triumph City has sent envoys to Dawn City!

And this is not the arbitrary decision of a certain faction within the legion, but an instruction issued by the supreme marshal.

Norreger couldn't help but a trace of sadness floated between his brows.

Could it be...

Has the Eastern Expansion Faction completely lost power within the Legion?

Just as he was hesitating how to report the news to Mayor Otto, there were hurried footsteps outside the door.

After a while, his secretary appeared at the door.

"New situation!"

With an overjoyed expression on his face, the secretary said hurriedly while looking at Norregg in the room without even taking a breath.

"The legion's mission! Those Weilante people! Conflicted with the Alliance!"