This Game Is Too Realistic

Roundabout Governor's Palace.

Channing walked into the office as usual, threw the newspaper he bought on the desk, and prepared to start a new day of drinking tea and reading newspapers.

However, as soon as he sat down on the chair, a pungent smell made him frown involuntarily.

"What does it smell like?"

Why does it stink so much!

Channing stood up and walked to the window. He planned to open the window to get some air. However, as soon as he opened the window a crack, a stench blew into the house along with the sea breeze.

He narrowed his eyes at the smell, and this time he finally figured out where the smell that hit his nose came from.

After closing the window, he pinched his nose and walked to the door of the office, waving to the secretary in the next room to come over.

"Damn...what are you doing over there at the port? Why is there such a strong smell!"

The secretary was obviously very smoked, and said helplessly when faced with the Governor's question.

"...the cargo ship Mistral that just docked brought over a thousand furs."

"Fur?!" Channing looked at him blankly and said subconsciously, "How can fur be so smelly?!"

The secretary said with a grimace.

"It's the kind that was just peeled off the body of a foreign species. Not only is the blood and grease not clean, but it also looks like it has been fermented for a period of time."

"The skin just peeled off the alien species?" Channing stared in surprise, "Where did they get it from?"

Thousands of freshly skinned pelts…

That’s not a small amount!

Although residents of the thirteen islands in the southern sea occasionally sail to the beaches in the south of Baiyue Province to hunt, even experienced hunters often dare not stay for too long. Two prey is already amazing.

The food sources of each island are mainly fish in the sea and farmed algae extracts, as well as grains and livestock occasionally sold here from Silver Moon Bay.

He hadn't heard of any port that could produce so many furs—

etc.

Channing suddenly thought of the alliance's station on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait. Those people had previously sent congratulatory messages to the authorities of the Federation of the Southern Islands through the radio station on the round island in the name of "French Chip Port".

He originally just regarded those people as a joke, thinking that they would not last long before quitting, but he didn't expect that those people actually endured it?

As if confirming his guess, the secretary swallowed and said.

"I heard from the people on the patrol that the Mistral was imported from the settlement at the east exit of the Baiyue Strait...that's the French Fries Port."

Channing was silent for a while, took a deep breath and said.

"I see."

Looking at the governor who looked heavy and didn't know what he was thinking, the secretary nodded carefully and turned around to go back to his office next door.

But the moment he put his hand on the door handle, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, almost touching his nose.

Before he could see clearly who was coming in, an aggressive voice blew in along with the wind brought by the door panel.

"Mr. Governor! We must take care of that ship!"

Seeing the man striding into the office, Channing, who was standing next to the desk, pressed his eyebrows and winked at the secretary standing at the door.

"Go get Director Stilwell a cup of tea."

"Okay...sir."

The secretary nodded, glanced at the rude guy, turned around and walked out, closing the office door behind him.

Watching the door close, Channing then looked at the angry port office director and said in a gentle tone.

"You sit down first -"

"Don't waste your time," the director named Stilwell waved his hand, interrupted him rudely, and continued aggressively, "I don't understand why you are so tolerant to those guys! We are from the South The settlements of the Federation of Islands are not the settlements of the Alliance! Today they can

Rub those furs in our harbor and sell your butts under our noses tomorrow! "

Channing coughed.

"That shouldn't mean...they've behaved themselves so far."

"You call this obeying the rules?" Stilwell walked to the window, pointed at the two cargo ships outside the window and said angrily, "Now the whole port smells of rot! Those who didn't know better thought it was No. 70 The biological and chemical weapons sent to us by the shelter!”

"But there is indeed no rule that ships docked in the port cannot wash clothes on their own decks..." Seeing Director Stilwell staring directly at him, Channing felt that his statement was a bit far-fetched, so he coughed dryly. Said, "Okay, one week... If the ship is still with us after one week and doesn't leave, I will give it an ultimatum."

"You said the same thing last week!" Director Stilwell said unceremoniously, "Give them a week! You might as well give it until next month!"

Being exposed mercilessly to his face, Channing's expression was awkward, and he was even more annoyed but helpless.

"Okay, I admit, I just don't dare to blast those guys away because I'm worried about the Alliance's reaction, but is there any problem with that? We are at war with Vault 70, and the current situation is getting more and more unfavorable to us. Those old turtles can close the door and everything will be fine, but we still have to be responsible for the food, drink and litter of millions of people! We also have to supply the federal navy! If you offend those people now, do you know what it means?"

Stilwell said with a sneer.

"More than two thousand kilometers apart, can they still call directly?"

Seeing this guy's indifferent expression, Channing also chuckled.

"I'm not kidding, they really have this ability. I heard that our guys in the north fell into trouble at the hands of those guys."

Looking at Director Stilwell who was starting to look unnatural, Channing grabbed the tea cup on his desk and took a sip, moistened his throat and continued.

"If I were them, there is no need to go to such trouble. I just need to say hello to the Humpback Kingdom and cut off the route from Silver Moon Bay to us. Guess how many people on this island have to drink the northwest wind? You Are you sure you want me to take this risk and do something thankless?"

The corners of Stilwell's mouth twitched.

"Are we just going to endure it like this?"

"There's no harm in being generous at all," Channing shrugged, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "Since they are paying late fees according to the rules, we can let them keep it according to the rules. They can't keep it forever anyway. Stay...or do you have a better way?"

There was no sound in the office for a long time.

The director of the port office obviously couldn't think of a better way. He moved his lips for a long time without saying a word.

Just at this time, the office door opened, and the secretary who had gone out to make tea came in from the outside carrying a tray.

"Mr. Stilwell, your tea."

Stilwell glanced at the teacup on the tray and then at the incompetent governor. Finally, he suppressed his words and walked out of the office through the open door without saying anything.

He still felt that the Governor's Office on the Ring Island was too soft on the Alliance.

However, he also admitted that, as the guy said, facing the behemoth of the alliance, they really had no better way than to maintain restraint...

…

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sun quickly turned from the east to the west, and then sank into the sea, leaving layers of sparkling golden color on the blue waves in the distance.

The stevedores squatting on the dock were enjoying the sea breeze and drinking beer, looking leisurely at the cargo ship not far away covered in blood and grease foam, and at the busy girls on the deck of the cargo ship.

From about four o'clock in the afternoon, there was no smell at the dock.

Some of the women used mops to scrub, some rubbed with their hands, and some used knives to scrape the fur cleanly.

Then they poured another bucket after another

He scooped up bucketfuls of seawater from the sea and poured it on the fur surface.

Under the wash of buckets of sea water, the smelly minced meat and fat have been washed into the sea and become bait for the fish.

After rinsing the furs, the girls hung them on brackets made of wooden strips and arranged them neatly on the deck like rows of sails.

Those "sails" became natural roadblocks.

A short-haired girl and a big white bear were running around the fur supports, playing hide-and-seek with a group of laughing children.

Of course, they are not all making things more difficult for those who are busy drying their furs.

When it was necessary to repeatedly beat the surface of the fur with a wooden stick, the two living treasures put in a lot of effort.

Seeing one person and one bear playing hide-and-seek with their children, many mothers had knowing smiles on their faces.

I always feel like I haven’t seen this scene for a long time...

The other side of the deck.

About twenty girls, about fifteen or sixteen years old, under the guidance of an old woman, rubbed buckets of marine grease on the inside of the fur.

These marine exotic oils are rich in unsaturated fatty acids and will slowly oxidize in hot and humid environments. The resulting polymer will naturally wrap the collagen fibers in the inner layer of the fur, giving it a soft texture and excellent hydrophobicity. The aldehydes produced cross-link with other oxides and skin collagen fibers to produce a tanning effect.

The process steps of tanning fur are far more than these, and also include a series of processes such as soaking in alkaline water, rinsing and so on.

However, after completing these tasks, the rot of the furs was basically stopped, and the value of these goods, which were originally worth only a few hundred thousand silver coins in total, more than doubled.

If they are all dragged to Silver Moon Bay, one piece of goods can be sold for at least one thousand silver coins! A thousand pieces is a million!

This does not include the blood mink and other high-quality goods included in it.

The entire desert royal family will go crazy for it!

However, although these furs are priceless, they are obviously not as attractive as those exotic girls sitting on the dock.

Especially this kind of water-intensive work will inevitably make the clothes wet.

Many young young men in high spirits felt their mouths dry and their eyes watery, and they could only drink beer one bottle after another.

Thanks to this, the business of the taverns on the dock has improved a lot.

"Are they from the Yue Clan?"

"Yes."

"It seems to be no different from other people who come here from Borneo."

"By the way, this ship has been parked here for more than a week, and this is the first time I see them all standing on the deck."

"I'm more curious about how so many people squeezed onto the boat."

A young man with slightly curly hair scratched the back of his head and looked at his partner beside him and asked.

"I still can't figure it out. Why did the Xilan Empire... drive away these hard-working girls? Isn't it good to just give them work?"

He has never seen such a hard-working person.

They can work non-stop from noon to dusk under the scorching sun, whether they are eleven or twelve-year-old girls or elderly people.

This is simply incomprehensible to the islanders of the roundabout whose living conditions are relatively good.

The slightly older man on the side narrowed his eyes, picked up the beer bottle, took a sip, and said casually.

"Who knows, there is wasteland outside the sea, including Haiya Province, Baiyue Province, Luoxia Province, not to mention Borneo Province... Who knows what those guys in the wasteland are thinking .”

When he was young, he once went to the wasteland and escorted the blue jacket from Vault 70 to a place called Qingquan City in the north to recover some data.

After that time, he lost interest in the world on land and completely understood why their ancestors had to move to this isolated island.

That wasteland was hell.

No matter what happens, no

It’s worth wondering…

While the workers on the dock were taking advantage of the last moment of dusk to admire the beautiful scenery on the deck, Mogavi, who was standing on the deck of the Mistral cargo ship, was also watching with eyes wide open and his heart beating fast. , breathing quickly involuntarily.

But what caught his eye was not some exotic girl, but the brand new furs!

The soft and beautiful hair swayed gently in the sunset, shining with a dazzling light, like shining gold coins in his eyes!

Of course.

This description must be an exaggeration. After all, most of the furs have only undergone preliminary cleaning, and it will take some time before tanning into the final product.

But even so, these scrubbed furs are much better than the bloody and greasy original appearance before!

"That's awesome! Thank you! I don't know how to thank you all enough!"

Passing the bag containing 110,000 silver coins into Sisi's hand, Mogavi's face was filled with excitement, and he was so excited that he could not speak coherently.

It is no exaggeration to say that among all the transactions he has made this month, this is the one that makes him feel the most value for money!

It seems that the alliance is not all unreliable guys.

After taking the reward from the NPC's hand, Sisi opened the bag and counted it carefully, and took out a few to check whether they were genuine or not.

After confirming that there was no problem, a smile appeared on her face and she replied in a teasing tone.

"That's not easy. Just pay us tens of thousands more silver coins."

Upon hearing these words, Mogavi almost choked on his own saliva and coughed twice.

"Ahem... Although this idea sounds good, I really don't have a single dollar left in my pocket right now."

Sisi didn't believe his lies and just smiled indifferently. Then he handed the money bag in his hand to Sesame Lake and whispered instructions.

"You go and transfer the reward to those people, and I won't show up."

"Yeah! Leave it to me!" Zhima Lake nodded with a smile and happily trotted towards the other side of the deck.

Mogavi's eyes kept staring at the bulging money bag until it disappeared into the corner of the deck with its jumping back.

He withdrew his gaze from a distance, looked at Sisi again and smiled sheepishly.

"By the way...well, please take care of the boat washing, don't forget it."

Si Si Dan Dan smiled and said.

"Don't worry, my memory is not that bad."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the cabin.

Looking at the figure that was about to disappear at the cabin door, Mogawei didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly he shouted out of nowhere.

"Hey, are you free later?"

Looking at the man who stopped, he forced a sunny smile on his face that did not match his temperament.

"If you have time...how about having a meal together? I'll treat you."

Seeing the NPC's funny expression and raised hands, Sisi couldn't help but smile.

However, she did not want to waste time on the already completed branch line, and the appearance of this NPC was not to her liking, so she politely declined the invitation.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I've already eaten."

"All right……"

After understanding the euphemistic rejection, Mogavi awkwardly took back his raised hand and scratched the back of his head, "That's really a pity... I remember there is a good restaurant here."

Although the feeling of rejection is frustrating, for a businessman like him, this level of frustration is only as small as a sesame seed.

Especially when he thought of the value of that batch of furs, he immediately put this trivial regret behind his head and regained the confident smile on his face.

He has no doubt that when he transports this precious cargo back to Silver Moon Bay, his name will become

A new legend in Silvermoon City!

All the noble ladies and ladies in the city will be crazy about the rare goods he brought back from the East!

In that prosperous port, is there anything money can't buy?

If there is--

That just means there’s not enough!

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the deck.

After crossing the rows of racks with furs spread out, I searched for Sesame Lake on the deck for a long time. I finally found Granny Sanru who was teaching the young people in the tribe her experience in tanning furs. The bag was handed to her.

However, what Zhima Lake didn't expect was that when she happily told the old man that these silver coins were paid to them, the old woman looked at her in shock, and then pushed the bag of money away without explanation. returned her hand.

"Take it away quickly, why is this happening! These things within our ability are what we should do. We are already grateful that you are willing to take in us who are homeless. How can we have the nerve to accept your money again?"

Looking at Granny Sangru who had obviously misunderstood something, Zhizhihu explained in a dumbfounded way.

"No, you misunderstood. This is not the reward we gave you...it was paid to you by the cargo ship opposite. You helped them process these furs, and this is the fruit of your labor that you deserve-"

"That's not OK!"

The old man stubbornly put the money bag back into her hand, and held her hand tightly with his skinny hands, as if he was afraid that she would let go, and said in a sincere tone, "Even if you give us money, we won't be able to use it." It’s better to leave it at your place. If you need to buy anything in the future, just use this money first! We can trust you!"

It’s not just Granny Sangru.

The same goes for other nearby Yue Clan girls. They all begged her to take the money back and refused to take the reward at all.

"Yes, just keep it for us!"

"We just want to do something for you, and we don't want any reward."

Having never faced this kind of situation before, Zhizhi Lake was dumbfounded for a moment, looking at the stubborn people and not knowing how to persuade them.

Just when Zhima Lake was in trouble, a very energetic voice suddenly intervened from the side and helped her out.

"Oh! Don't worry, old man, this huge sum of money will be put to use soon!"

Hearing the loud sound, everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Tails standing there with his hands on his hips, followed by a meaty one.

"Awei?" Looking at the tail that suddenly appeared, Sesame Lake had a surprised expression on his face.

Giving her a "don't worry, leave it to me" look, Taili looked at the people around, cleared his throat and continued.

"Just now, my companions and I discussed it. It's really not good to rely on other people's ports. Moreover, there is a war here, and we may be involved one day."

"It just so happens that our companions have established a new settlement on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait. There is a vast unclaimed land. Anyone can settle there as long as they abide by the laws of the alliance!"

Hearing these words, a commotion of whispers spread among the surrounding crowd, and they exchanged surprise and confusion in their eyes.

A vast, unclaimed land?

But……

They heard that it was a world of alien species.

And will those who have already settled there really accept them?

Seeing the concern in everyone's eyes, Tails continued energetically.

"Don't worry, although there are many alien species there, we are an alliance that even defeated the mother nest in Qingquan City! Not to mention a few alien species, these furs were peeled off from those alien species!"

Visible facts are more convincing than any rumors.

The survivors of the Southern Islands Federation once evacuated from the Baiyue Province, and the Kingdom of Oasis No. 4 also suffered a big loss there. Those losers who got into trouble naturally spared no effort to

Describe the horror of Baiyue Province and the unconquerable nature of that forest.

However, now, the players of Chip Port not only have a firm foothold in that unconquerable land, but have also proven that those savage and bloodthirsty alien species are not invincible.

Although most of the survivors here didn't know what the situation was like in the Qingquan City mother nest mentioned by the tail, when they looked at the rows of fur peeled off from the alien bodies around them, they all relaxed their brows in unison.

At this moment, there is only one concern left in everyone's mind——

"Will they... accept us?" Hesitantly looking at the port not far away, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the crowd and asked in a low voice while looking at the tail.

"Oh! Of course!" Taili gave her a thumbs up, gave her a confirming look, and continued with a confident smile, "In fact, it was the survivors of French Fries Port who invited us to settle there, and they promised to ensure Security of the settlement.”

"There are many powerful bosses there, and it's easy to deal with a few monsters, bosses, etc., but some basic work is still short of manpower. Not only the tanning of furs, but also the salt fields near the port, and the orchards planned to be built in the future. And so on... Anyway, there are a lot of places that are short of people! As long as you are willing to work, you can get paid like today, and you can buy a lot of things!"

Seeing the eyes that gradually brightened with longing and longing written on them, the corner of Tai's mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.

"Of course, everything there has just begun, and the conditions are still very simple. Compared with the ideal city, it is definitely far behind... But Taiwei can assure you that everything will get better slowly! What do you think? Are you willing to follow Taiwei? Want to go there together?”

There were more and more people around, and the more and more noisy discussions spread along the crowd.

Some people's eyes are full of expectations, but there are also some people who have anxious expressions and are uneasy about changing the status quo.

Just when everyone was undecided, a firm voice suddenly came from the side.

"I am willing...I will follow you!"

The voice sounded familiar.

Sesame Lake looked back subconsciously, and saw Misa with a ponytail looking seriously at this side, squeezing through the crowd and walking towards this side.

A hint of surprise appeared on her face.

This was the first time she saw such a brave expression on this shy girl's face.

When he heard the voice taking over his words, Taili was suddenly as surprised as if he had discovered a new world, and looked at the brave girl with a serious expression.

"Oh! Girl, you have to think clearly. Once you get on our pirate ship - bah, if you get on our port, you won't be able to go to the ideal city."

"Ideal city...it must be someone else's home. No matter how nice it is, there is no place for us."

Turning his attention to the port near Chichi and the faces watching the excitement on the port, a relieved smile appeared on Misa's face.

"Rather than living a life of being dependent on others, I still long for having my own home. Even if it is still very dilapidated, it doesn't matter. I am willing to accompany it to get better slowly."

After saying that, she turned to look at the compatriots surrounding her, and mustered up the courage to raise her voice.

"Everyone... how long has it been since we lived under the sun like today!"

From the moment they moved into the concentration camp in Golden Gallen Harbor, they were put to the buyer's choosing like cattle.

From the moment the Xilan Empire deprived all of them of their property and freedom for inexplicable reasons.

The sound that was not a slap in the face resonated with countless people, including the highly respected Granny Sanru, who had a moving expression on her wrinkled face.

The old man took two shaky steps forward, stretched out his thin hand and held the child's hand, with a warm smile on his face.

"Misa...you said something that all of us don't know how to express. I feel like it has been hidden in my heart for a long, long time."

As she spoke, she looked at Sesame Lake and then at Taitail, the aging child Kong.

With gratitude and sincerity.

"I am willing to follow you to that settlement. If there is anything we can help with in the future, please tell us!"

Just as she finished speaking, more and more powerful voices came from all directions.

"Me too!"

"Please take us with you!"

Seeing everyone who was full of energy, Sesame Lake and Rourou's eyes lit up with excitement, and Taili shouted excitedly.

"Oh! It's such a happy decision, the next stop is French Fries Port! Rourou, hurry up and set sail on the boiler!"

"Who is the captain?"

"Don't worry about these details! Hurry up!"

Looking at the two living treasures who suddenly started to make a fuss, Zhima Lake said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Wait, um... do we have to help people wash the boat before we set off? They have already paid for it."

The tail that was pushing Rourou from behind suddenly stopped.

"giao! I almost forgot."

"Hahaha!"

The hearty laughter blew to the endless sea with the sea breeze, blending into the gradually deepening night and the ups and downs of the waves.

Sisi, who was watching everyone from a distance and holding a notebook in his arms, could not help but reveal a soft smile on his face.

Although this is undoubtedly a wasteland.

But with these cute little friends around, she would always forget about this matter from time to time...

Turned around and returned to the cabin.

Sisi spread the notes on the table, took out the newspaper he bought from the port in the morning, laid it out next to it, and selected and cut out the news worth noting.

The side quests in this game are very deep and require players to actively collect relevant clues and analyze them in the game.

Probably due to Vault 70, the media industry in the settlements of the Southern Islands Federation is relatively developed, and it is much easier to obtain information than it was in Silvermoon Bay.

Not just for gathering intel on side missions.

She also needs to use clues revealed in the news to determine the progress of the war in the southern sea and grasp the timing of entering Vault 70.

That place is now under blockade by the Navy of the Southern Islands Federation. Not only are warships patrolling the nearby waters, but also submarines are performing underwater search and mine laying missions.

That's not a place where you can sneak in just by putting on a wetsuit.

After all, the Federation of the Southern Islands was a force established by Vault 70. According to her observations during this period, these people were largely similar to an "alliance without players."

To a certain extent, they ended the wasteland beneath their feet and established an order that was different from most of the original survivor settlements in the wasteland. However, due to various reasons, the members of Vault 70 separated from the local survivors, and their status changed from "pioneers" to a special class of superiors. Therefore, they embarked on a completely different ending from Camp 101.

But what puzzled her was that the fuse that ignited the war was a bit too sloppy and full of puzzling doubts.

Even more than just igniting the fuse of the war——

Also included are some strange details from the battle report.

"The research vessel 'Golden Coast' sank... Good guy, they have so many ships."

After reading the text in the picture quietly, Sisi cut it out from the headline page of the newspaper, pasted it on his notebook, and lined it up with three other pictures cut out from other newspapers.

She got up and walked to the chart. Based on the approximate location provided in the newspaper, she drew a red circle as a mark on the north side of the southern islands.

Including the previous three, the four red circles are all concentrated in the north.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Sisi's face.

"It's already the fourth ship, and it's in the waters outside the trade routes just like before..."

Could there really be a submarine ambushing in a place like that?

Although there is no evidence,

But she always feels that she is very close to the truth...