This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 754 The messed up King Gallon Port

  Kingaron Port.

  The security station in the port area is facing the busiest street in Kingaron Port. The street is bustling with people coming and going.

  Governor Nihak stood on the street, looking blankly at this strange and spacious street, his eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't recognize where it was for a while.

  Clean and tidy streets, white-painted bungalows, black street lamps stand up, everything seems to be the same as before.

  What was different from the past was that the noise of the noise was overwhelming, people were passing by on the street, and there were some jugglers who rode two or three wheels and shuttled quickly on the street.

  There is no dignity and elegance of Tulip Street here, but it is more like the noisy Kraba Market.

as expected.

  It's all messed up here.

"you're free."

   Someone said this behind him, the voice was a little cold, and there was even a hint of mockery.

"Thanks…"

   Nihak replied subconsciously, and then realized that this was not what he should say.

  Glaring the prison guard a hard look, he rolled down his sleeves and took a step toward the street, but because he looked at the road with the back of his head, he bumped into a child holding a large stack of papers.

   "Hey! Watch out for the road, old man!" The child yelled dissatisfiedly at him, but didn't bother him.

  Time is money, he might as well make two more trips and earn a few more gallons when he has time for this nonsense.

  However, Nihak didn't intend to let this guy go. His face was flushed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the kid's neck.

   "What do you guys call me... You, do you know who I am!"

   "I don't care who you are, you're not those iron men!" The child deftly avoided his hand, said with a playful smile, and made a face at him before leaving.

  Seeing that the kid was so rude, Nihak was so angry that he wanted to catch up with him and teach him a lesson, but he felt that he had lost points by doing it. Seeing the child walking farther and farther, he could only swear a few words and stop.

   "Which wild dog is really uneducated!"

  Looking at the kid's outfit, although the clothes are a little old, they are still clean, and he must be a child of some down-and-out noble family. There are patches on the sleeves, so ignorant, the life of this family must be very unsatisfactory, the father must be a rough man who does manual labor, and the mother must probably sell it, or eat a few meals of dirt.

   Fantasizing about the poor and humble life of that guy, Nihak felt better, as if he had won.

  However, after waiting for a long time, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

   Not just that kid, not even just one or two, everybody on the street is clothed.

  Even the laborers who do rough work wear cheap hemp shirts and light blue canvas pants.

   Those riding two-wheeled vehicles are more particular, wearing cotton short-sleeved shirts and trousers, with a leather waistband tied around their waists.

   Not only men, but also women, and this is what shocked him the most.

Although the poor in Port Kingaron have always been ignorant of etiquette, they wear whatever they have, and a curtain around their waist is also called a skirt, but for those who can afford clothes, who can wear trousers and who cannot, And what to wear on what occasion, there is a set of unwritten rules formed over the past 200 years.

  Seeing the child wearing clothes earlier, he thought that the guy was a child from that down-and-out noble family. After all, most poor ghosts in the slums only wear rags, even if they have clothes, it is impossible for the child to wear them.

   However, now it seems that his cognition seems to have some deviations.

  Until now he realized that there are too many "nobles" wearing clothes on this street.

   Is this Port Kingaron?

  Nihak was stunned, his eyes widened.

   And at this moment, the noisy voice and the noisy information also poured into his ears, and the buzzing sound made him feel like his head was about to explode.

   "Selling newspapers, freshly baked newspapers! The must-eat delicacies in Port Kingaron are all on it, and there are also new things in the wasteland!"

   "Lao Mian Momo! Delicious Momo! And freshly baked meat buns!"

   "Where's the boss? Only one gallon per mile!"

   "I pedal fast! Boss, take my car!"

   "I heard that the expeditionary army won the battle. Although it was a tragic victory, more than 10,000 people died!"

   "Hiss..."

   "Fake it, there are only 30,000 people in total."

   "Hey, it's not that I look down on those guys. If you say that you win with 100 deaths, I will believe it. If you say that you win with 10,000 deaths, I won't believe it even if you kill them!"

   "What book is this?"

   "Mechanical principles, mathematics, geometry... and some miscellaneous things, I bought them from the port. I heard that they are old books that have been replaced by Dawn City."

   "What do you see this thing doing?"

   "One more skill and one more path, I can't stay here forever."

   "There's nothing wrong with that, right? His Majesty the Emperor and his governor have already gotten out of here."

   "It's pretty good, but the alliance and the empire have ceased fire. Who knows if they will come back in the future."

  People were making loud noises, chatting, selling, and bargaining, making the originally quiet streets smoky.

  Nihak didn't know what they were happy about, let alone what they were happy about in this messy scene.

  In his era, if inferior people dared to appear on this street without a reason, his police officers would give them two sticks. And for those girls who wear pants, they will confiscate her pants and drive them away, or shut them down for a few days until her family members come to pick them up, depending on their mood.

  He thought that the alliance's misconduct would make a mess here, and it is true, it has become a mess in just a few months.

   But to his dismay, those fools who had suffered enough did not cheer him back, and even forgot his face.

   Not only the low class people, but even the nobles who surrounded him, none of them came to greet him. I don't know what they are busy with.

  An era of ceremonies and music has come, and people are running around the streets like headless chickens, immersed in the sugar-coated shells brought by the alliance and unable to extricate themselves.

  Everything seems to be just his own sentimentality—he thinks he is important, and no one can live without him, so the alliance will rush to release him.

  The truth is, people are better off without him.

   Facing everything unfamiliar, he suddenly felt a little at a loss.

   At this moment, a tentative greeting came from behind him.

   "Mr. Nehak?"

   Subconsciously reacting to the name, Nihak turned around and saw a man in a leather jacket looking at him.

  He didn't know this guy, but the man obviously knew him. When he saw his face, he immediately showed a happy expression and walked forward happily.

   "It really is you! Your lord Akesh, Mr. Iser's servant."

   This guy is a lot fatter than in the portrait, and his neck is almost gone, so that he almost didn't recognize it.

   "Iser?" Nihak was a little confused, obviously never heard of this name.

  The man saw his expression but didn't take it seriously, just smiled enthusiastically and continued.

"A nobleman like you will definitely not remember my lord. He is just a baron, and he deals with rough people like me all day long. But my lord always remembers you. At the coming-of-age ceremony banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince the year before last, he and You met once. He always told us that he didn't know what a real nobleman was like until he met Governor Nihak."

  The coming-of-age banquet hosted by His Majesty for the fourth prince the year before last...

  Governor Nihak certainly remembers the fourth prince, and everyone around His Majesty, but who did he meet at a certain prince's coming-of-age banquet, and who did he drink with? How could he remember such things?

  He only remembered waking up on the bed of a countess the next morning. As for the baron, he might not even be qualified to shake hands with him at that kind of banquet.

  However, although he didn't like this name from the bottom of his heart, Governor Nihak couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

   None of the guys who licked their leather shoes on weekdays came to visit me. In the end, there was a guy who had a relationship with him two years ago and still missed him.

  The only fly in the ointment is why this guy didn't come over by himself, but sent a servant to greet him.

   Seems to see the displeasure on his face, the man named Akesh said with a smile.

   "My master wants to come to pick you up in person, but he has a military order and can't withdraw from the front line. He can only entrust me to greet you."

   "Military order? What military order?" Nihak said in a daze, knowing nothing about the outside world.

  Aksh said with a smile.

"Of course it is an expeditionary force. Now the entire wasteland...and of course the Borneo province, which is not a wasteland at all. There is nothing more important than the war against the enemies of mankind. Not only we have sent troops, legions, enterprises , The college has sent troops."

  Nihak nodded half-understood, but in fact he didn't understand at all.

  What is the enemy of man?

  When did the empire have another enemy?

   Knowing that these things cannot be explained clearly in a few words, Akesh said smoothly.

"The reason for this is very complicated, and it won't be clear in a short while. My master has prepared a welcome banquet for you at the Kaixuan Hotel. Please follow me to the hotel box, and I will explain it to you slowly. clear."

   "Then I'm going to trouble you." Nihak glanced left and right, seeing that no one else came to pick him up, he accepted his kindness and followed behind that servant of Iser.

  The two of them boarded a three-wheeled caravan to be precise.

   On the other side of the street, a Rat tribe boy in stiff clothes was looking indifferently at the prison door.

   He didn't speak softly until the tricycle disappeared at the end of the street.

   "Kunal, my friend, do you remember that guy?"

  The boy from the dog tribe on the side nodded, Weng said.

   "Of course I remember, he is the master of the Governor's Mansion."

   Asin said slowly.

   "That was a long time ago, and now he is like a mouse that got out of the sewer, frightened by the people on the street, cowardly, humble, vicious... tsk tsk."

  He shook his head gently, not hiding the disgust and sarcasm in his eyes.

  That guy was so much like his former self, if he took off his clothes and threw him into the street, his performance might not even be more calm than his own.

   This is the nobility of the empire.

  There are no Japanese, cattle, and elephants here, and there are only different types of mice.

  Kunal muttered: "I don't understand why the Alliance doesn't just kill them."

  Isn’t it good to be that emperor yourself?

   It's so troublesome.

  They only need to go one step further west, and they can take the City of Thousand Pillars. As long as a pillar is added there, they can rule this land as "iron men" and become the 1001st **** on this land.

   "You're right if you don't understand, that's what I can't figure out, but my intuition tells me that this is one of the reasons why the Alliance didn't kill them."

   Glancing at his friend, Ah Xin simply said this, and then ended the topic that would not have any results.

Pity.

He originally planned to invite that down-and-out old man to dinner, maybe he could get a connection with Tiandu and expand the business of Jiaotou Bay, but it seems that he was still a step too late, and someone was the first to follow him. That rascal.

   But it doesn't matter anymore. Thinking about it, it's unlikely that the master would have a drink with himself, a rat clansman, and after seeing that guy's ugly appearance, he suddenly lost interest.

  Especially when he thought that such a huge empire was dominated by such a group of bastards, he felt even more dull and unable to straighten his back.

   It's better to replace these people, such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

  Once this idea came up, it was out of control, and it kept fermenting in his mind.

  Of course, he never thought of becoming that emperor himself, after all, the emperor's life may not be as comfortable as he is now.

  I heard that there is a group of moon tribe rebels in the forest to the north.

  Maybe he can invest in those people.

  For example, use your network among the warlords to send them some equipment and arrange some people to study in Dawn City.

It is actually very easy to operate. Through the hotel called "The Land of Abandoned Ships", he even got on the line with the leaders of the Tiger Army and the Black Panther Army. At least half of the resources are sold to King Gallen Port through his shadow port.

  Although the risks involved are high, what if those Moon Clan people succeed?

  Investing in a new dynasty can bring returns that are much greater than investing in a down-and-out old noble...

  …

  At this moment, Governor Nihak didn't know that a certain Ratman boy was staring at his back and thinking about something outrageous.

  Following Aksh to the Kaixuan Hotel, he was completely stunned by the table of food in front of him.

  Compared with this assortment of delicacies, the box lunch he ate in prison is simply pig food!

  Looking at the wolf-hungry ex-governor, Akesh just wanted to comfort you by starving you in prison, but seeing his slack neck, he held back the words.

   Obviously, the alliance didn't starve him. In just a few months, he was almost fed to a pig. The noble blood vessels were full of fat.

Resisting the urge to ridicule, Aksh stood by his side and respectfully told all the things that happened during this period, especially highlighting the stupidity of General Babita on the northern front and the stupidity of his master on the southern front. The hardships of thread-eating worms.

   Nihak, who was full of wine and food, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth. When he heard about eating worms, he stopped him in disgust.

   "Okay, okay, I understand the situation, this matter is easy to handle, I will say a few words to His Majesty for you, change that Baron Babita to the south, and transfer your master to the north."

  Anyway, looking at the titles of those guys, it seems that His Majesty didn't pay much attention to the expeditionary army.

  After all, the baron is the commander of ten thousand men. This army probably doesn't even have a few professional soldiers. If it is exhausted, it will only be a group of serfs. The oil and water of a hundred people are not as many as a regular army soldier.

  Arranging a few barons is just a matter of lip service for him.

  Aksh almost choked on his saliva when he heard the words, and said quickly.

   "My lord can't... change us to the north, why don't we... have to take the blame for General Babita? The hardships we suffered on the southern front will be in vain!"

"It makes sense for you to say that," Nihak burped, and said lazily, "Well, I don't bother to think about such a trivial matter, you guys look at the conditions. If it's not too much, I'll let you go helped."

  Hearing this sentence, Akash suddenly became energetic, and smiled flatteringly and leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

"...We don't ask much, as long as His Majesty dismantles the expeditionary force into the Southern Army and the Northern Army, this will also facilitate the command and dispatch of the front line. After all, the north and south lines are too far apart, and there will be interference along the way. Send a telegram You have to turn both ways.”

   "Okay, I'll help with this." Nihak agreed to the matter with a touch of lips.

  Aksh is also a person who knows what to do. He gave the servant next to him a look, immediately picked up a suitcase, and gently placed it on the seat beside the table.

   "This is my master's kindness... It can be regarded as his apology for not being able to visit you in person. Please accept it."

  Nihak stretched out his greasy hand to open the box and took a look, but was surprised by the stack of golden banknotes.

   Golden Dinar Ticket!

   These banknotes with special anti-counterfeiting marks can be exchanged for dinars of equal denomination in Triumph City.

Although this thing only circulates in the west of the Central Continent, the west coast of Borneo Province often has merchant ships from the Willante people. Those Willante merchants all recognize this thing, and the maximum charge is 10%~5% depending on the situation. Discount.

  He roughly counted, such a box of banknotes added up to at least 500,000 dinars.

  Equivalent to 500 strong slaves!

   "It seems that your master is living a good life." Nihak narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Akesh with a half-smile.

   This amount of money was not worth his consideration, but he was really surprised that a baron in the area could spend half a million dinars.

  Aksh made a wry smile and sighed softly.

   "To tell you the truth, this is already my master's entire property, but if you can't come back safely, no matter how much money you have...isn't it?"

"Ah."

  Nihak laughed, and didn't take his words seriously, but just accepted the box.

   "Indeed, Isaiah, I remember your master's name. By the way... how do you get back to Heaven from here?"

  Aksh said quickly.

"Don't worry, we will definitely not let you go on the road alone. We have arranged a boat at the port. It will take you safely to Xifan Port, which is the territory of the Weilante people. We will arrange it there I will take you to Tiandu in a carriage."

  Hearing these words, Nihak finally let go of all his worries and anxieties, and nodded in satisfaction.

   "He is a man who knows how to do things."

   Akesh said with a smile on his face, very politely.

   "As long as you are satisfied."

   At the same time, at the port of King Gallen Port, a cargo ship with the white bear flag was berthing next to the pier.

  The warehouse of this freighter is filled with canned herring and distilled wine produced in King Gallon Port.

   These two things are the favorites of the middle and lower ranks of the legion and soldiers at the grassroots level.

Although the distilled spirits produced in Port of Kingaron are not as good as those produced in Aurora City in terms of craftsmanship, flavor, or style, most of the equipment used in the distilleries here is eliminated from Aurora City and Dawn City, so there is nothing too big difference.

   Now that the electronic pass has been opened for some time, going to the territory of the legion is no longer a fatal thing, as long as you don't die and run around.

Tail intends to go to the "Westport" controlled by the Legion. Sesame Paste and Rourou are also curious about what it looks like there, but Sis doesn't care where they go, so the three of them hit it off and decided on the destination of the next voyage .

  Fatty with his arms on the mast yawned and muttered boredly.

   "When can we leave?"

  Standing on the deck, Sisi glanced at the list in his hand and rubbed his index finger against his chin.

   "There is another guest... Well, I just found out now that this guy seems to be our acquaintance."

   Nihak.

  The person with the same name as this guy probably doesn’t exist in this port.

  Thinking of this, Sisi's expression gradually became subtle.

   "Oh! Is that the guy who sells fur!" Tail leaned over curiously.

   "The guy who sells fur? That's not it... By the way, why do you still remember that person, I almost forgot his name." Sisi said helplessly.

  With a teasing expression, Tail smirked and poked her waist lightly with his index finger.

   "As expected of Si, a ruthless woman!"

  Routy looked over with a surprised expression, Sesame Paste also raised cat ears curiously.

"what's the situation?"

   "Could it be that there were other stories... that happened before we knew it?"

  Looking at those gossip eyes, Sisi said dumbfoundedly: "What the hell... It was just a friendship that I met a few times."

   Having said that, they really met a lot of interesting guys during this journey.

  From Red River Town to the oasis and castle in the desert, to the bay on the edge of the desert, the tropical Baiyue Strait, and the remote King Gallen Port.

If it wasn't for the phrase "I want to travel" from Sesame Paste and the phrase "Sounds interesting" from the tail, I might not have gone so far, but like most ordinary players, follow the planned and designed game progress experience game.

  But then again, it was precisely because she met so many interesting guys that she felt more and more that those people were not like NPCs, but like real people.

  What is going on in this world?

  She thought about this question more than once, and even tried to private message Dog Planning to ask, but she didn't get an answer.

  Perhaps the answer is placed at the end of the journey, and only those who pass the level can know...

   Just when a few good friends were laughing and joking, Governor Nihak, who was carrying a suitcase, was sent down to the pier by Aksh.

  Standing on the pier, he raised his eyes to the deck, just in time to see the talking white bear.

  He froze for a moment, the bad memories from a few months ago flooded into his mind in an instant, and panic gradually appeared on his face.

   Not wanting the servants behind him to see the timidity in his eyes, he coughed pretending to be calm, and said hastily in a low voice.

   "Why is there still a bear on it? Can I change the boat?"

  Aksh froze for a moment, and said with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"My lord, no problem, no problem... But this is the only ship going from here to Xifan Port recently. The ferry of the Yongliu River is still blocked, and Xifan Port is not fully open to King Gallen Port. Only the merchant ships of the Alliance and Legion will not be affected, if you want to go back as soon as possible, you can only make up for it."

  In fact, there are other ships, and it only takes two days to wait, but he really dare not wait any longer.

  If General Barbita's battle report is sent to Tiandu first, his master's 500,000 dinars may be wasted.

   After all, emperors have never admitted their mistakes since ancient times. Once they are determined, no matter how they operate, it will be useless.

  Hearing that this was the only ship, Nihak cursed inwardly, but he could only bite the bullet and walk up to the deck.

  Going home on the Alliance ship...

   Really unlucky in eight lifetimes!

  Standing beside the gangway, a crew member walked up to him and checked his identity with the passenger list.

   "Mr. Nihak? Please follow me...Wait, are you Nihak?" The crew member opened his eyes in surprise and looked him up and down.

  Nihak stared back fiercely with a straight face.

"Any questions?"

"No... I just feel that you are much fatter than you were a few months ago." The crew member looked at him with a strange expression, and before the latter got angry, he looked back and made a gesture of invitation, "You Your room is at the end of the corridor on the right hand side of the first floor, please follow me."

  As the last passenger boarded, the Meat blew its whistle and slowly left the pier.

  At this moment, the vast majority of the residents of King Gallen Port don't even know that their governor has left the prison and rolled out of King Gallen Port in despair.

   But even if they knew, they probably wouldn't care about it, at most they would take a look at that guy's joke.

  In just a few months, they created a miracle that has not been born in this land for two hundred years. There is not only gratitude for the alliance in their hearts, but also a trace of pride that they have never had before.

  Although there are still some down-and-out aristocrats and old guards who miss the old dignity and order, even they have to admit that life is indeed a little better now than before.

   If you can combine the two, it will be perfect. For example, only use the technology of the alliance, and don't talk about the messy equality.

  In fact, those machines are not that difficult to operate. It is not necessarily more than farming, and slaves may not be able to do a good job, maybe they can work faster and better.

  But they can only think about it.

  At least here, it’s not up to them, those “inferior people” who stood up, almost regarded the “iron man” as a **** on the ground...

   At the same time that Nihak left with his suitcase, a telegram from the Governor's Office of Chip Harbor was also delivered to Chu Guang.

  Although the governor of the empire named Nihak is just an insignificant role to Mr. Manager, who is thinking about the entire wasteland situation, but this "empire" is also a member of the slime mold research community.

  Over the wasteland of Weifu, on the Heart of Steel.

  After reading the report from Potato Fries Port, Chu Guang made a phone call with the foreign minister of the alliance, and ordered in a succinct manner.

"Let the "Daily Survivor" release the news, and there is no need to report it with great fanfare. Just put it in the middle or at the end of the page and mention that 'Governor Nihak has returned home'. In addition, Duke Galava Get in touch and give them a lift."

  The legion sent 10 additional divisions to the front line, and colleges and enterprises also stepped up reinforcements to the front line.

  He had a premonition that when the old bomb was dismantled, a new powder keg would pop up again.

  The cohesive body needs to be united, not to disperse the fire after the battle. He has to eliminate as much as possible all hidden dangers that may ignite the powder keg.

   After all, the Empire is a guy who doesn't play by the rules, and the Legion's ranks are full of factions and opportunists.

  And this is the real reason why he specifically asked Baiyue Company to restrain itself in matters in Borneo Province.

  Recording down the manager's instructions, Cheng Yan nodded seriously.

   "Yes, sir."

  Looking at the turned off holographic screen, Chu Guang leaned back on the chair, and cast his eyes on the lifeless gray fog outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  The vanguard of the coalition forces is entering Haiya Province.

   And according to their feedback, the situation there is like hell...

  (end of this chapter)