This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time that the Rourou, carrying more than a thousand Yue Clan survivors, arrived at the French Fries Port, the Niu Ma airship also returned to Dawn City's airport with the survivors from Vault 70.

Due to the opening of multiple routes, this airship hydrogenation station has become a port.

The Niu Ma Group contracted a part of the berths for renovation, and the market specializing in imported goods near the warehouse area also spontaneously established a market management committee, which not only raised money to renovate the roads, but also kept the sanitation here in order.

Coming down from the elevator, Huang Guangwei looked around blankly, marveling at the prosperity and excitement here.

Before coming here, the man named Fang Chang told him that Dawn City was just a settlement with a population of 100,000. He thought it was a place similar to a round island or the North Island, but it was located on the mainland.

However, when he saw it now, his jaw dropped at the prosperity here. How does this look like a settlement of 100,000 people?

Even 200,000 people - or even 300,000 people, he believed! After walking down the stairs, he was at a loss, not knowing which direction to go, when a familiar face suddenly appeared in the crowd not far away.

The man was wearing a loose leather jacket and jeans. He was slightly stout and had wrinkled smile lines on his face, and he opened his arms enthusiastically.

Huang Guangwei looked at him blankly, his eyes filled with water, and his dry lips trembled slightly.

"Take care of...the manager!"

This guy didn't go to the Rift Valley! ?

He never expected that he would meet him here!

His legs moved forward unconsciously. Huang Guangwei seemed to have found the direction. He moved his stiff legs step by step. His staggering steps became more and more determined.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of his compatriots who had suffered so much, Sun Yuechi felt a sense of shame in his heart. Although his enthusiasm remained unchanged, his smile could no longer be held on, and his eyes slowly drooped along with his slightly bent arms.

"Huang Keke, my dear friend, I heard about you. These days of my absence have made you feel wronged...and everyone in the shelter. But no matter what, when I see that you are okay, I will Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

By the way, you haven’t eaten anything yet, have you? There is a good pig's trotter rice restaurant nearby. The soup poured over the rice is amazing. I'll treat you to it! Let's sit down and eat--

When he talked about pig's trotter rice, Sun Yuechi raised his eyes with bright eyes, but he didn't expect to be met with a merciless fist.

Confused, he only had time to move his neck to avoid the fragile bridge of his nose, and instead used his face to receive the old punch that flew thousands of kilometers away.

"I'm going to fuck you"

Intermittent echoes hit his ears.

Before he could recover from what happened, Sun Yuechi, who was punched in the face, fainted in confusion.

Seeing this, everyone around him hurriedly rushed forward and pulled the man riding on him away from him.

Huang Guangwei, whose arms were held up, flapped his legs unwillingly and looked at the guy lying on the ground, roaring with grief and indignation.

"let me go!"

"This is our own business, don't worry about it! Let me beat him! I'm going to kill this bitch!"

"Ahhhh!"

Although the Alliance rarely interferes in outsiders' family affairs, this is on the Alliance's territory after all.

No matter what the reason is, if you beat someone on the street, you will be locked up in a dark room. The guards who came from nearby escorted him to the guard room. The unconscious former manager of Vault 70 was carried on a stretcher by medical staff and sent to a nearby medical station.

People who were selecting at the imported goods market gathered around, watching the noisy scene and whispering to each other curiously.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know...those two people suddenly started fighting."

"I think I vaguely heard it, pig's trotter rice."

"Pork trotter rice???"

Facts have proved that NPCs are not inferior to players in terms of eight seals. The rumors became more and more outrageous as they spread, and in the end, a bizarre story of love and resentment was revealed surrounding the pig's trotter rice.

What a coincidence that the moment of intimate contact between fist and face was captured by a reporter from "Goblin Observer".

In Dawn City, as long as the word goblin is associated with it, it must be separated from the word reliable.

And this is indeed the case.

This newspaper sponsored by Goblin Technology is indeed not a reliable landlord, and even the boss who invested in this newspaper has no intention of making money from this thing.

The photo was quickly sent to the newspaper's editorial department, and paired with a scrawled title, it became the headline on the printed page that day - Shock! The manager of Vault 70 was punched down by his subordinates who were chasing him all the way. The cause was a bowl of pig's trotter rice!

Because the pictures and titles were so exciting, it attracted countless people to rush to buy it, so that the sales volume of "Goblin Observer" even exceeded that of "Daily Survivor" that day!

To everyone's surprise, that photo drove far more than just the sales of "Goblin Observer", and even the pig's trotter rice that was mentioned in passing.

What kind of delicacy is so delicious that the manager of Vault 70 abandons the entire shelter?

Almost everyone who has read the headlines cannot help but feel such curiosity in their hearts.

Driven by this curiosity, long queues formed in front of the fast food restaurants selling pig's trotter rice.

Even some restaurants and pubs that did not originally sell pig trotter rice were unable to resist the temptation of profit and temporarily changed their menus.

That day, all pig trotters in Shuguang City were sold out, but the pigs who had just arrived in Shuguang City by train from the farm in Luoxia Province were driven into the slaughterhouse without even eating a bite of feed.

"Hahahahaha!"

The lobby of the Highway Town Hotel.

Duke Gala, who was sitting at the table and dining, looked at the "Goblin Observer" among the things. He was also the lord of White Elephant City. Not only did the noble blood of the Elephant family flow in his veins, but his family also owned the eternal river to White Elephant. The large fiefdoms around the tower were among the most prominent in the Xilan Dynasty.

Originally, the mission given to him by His Majesty the Emperor was to go to the Lion Kingdom to show off the majesty of the empire. However, the desert residents followed the alliance's lead. While he was annoyed, he couldn't help but become curious about the alliance in the east.

What kind of empire is it that has so many fans? So he came here with the accompanying envoys.

By coincidence, Captain Benoit, the envoy of the Xilan Empire's most important ally, Legion, happened to be here, and was participating in a cooperative organization called the Slime Mold Research Community.

When he learned that Ambassador Benoit was troubled by being isolated and helpless in the negotiations with the Community, the Duke of Gallava immediately sensed an opportunity to express himself and sent a messenger to His Majesty the Emperor to report this God-given opportunity that the Wilrantians owed favors to. , while patting his chest, he expressed to Ambassador Benoit that the West Lan Empire was willing to participate in the negotiations of the Sticky Community and to share the pressure from the Eastern world for the Legion during the negotiations.

Perhaps moved by his sincerity, Captain Benoit warmly held his hand after a brief surprise, and in the next few days, he fought against all opinions and brought the Xilan Empire closer to this In a world meeting to decide the future of the wasteland.

This job is much easier than imagined, just vote when Ambassador Bennot votes.

Moreover, Duke Galawa found that the situation was not as severe as he imagined. For example, in the Free State, although the company was involved in negotiations with the Alliance, it was secretly on their side. Simply put, it was a vote that the legions and corporations agreed with, and they agreed with it. The Legion objects to a corporate vote of approval, and they play dead. The Legion was against it and the Alliance was for it, and they voted against it without hesitation.

Of course, this also depends on the attitude of the company. If the company firmly agrees, then they will continue to pretend to be dead.

In fact, Jarawa looked down upon this kind of outsider. Those cunning people formed an alliance, thinking that they could please both sides, but in the end they could not benefit from both sides. More than once, he saw Benoit cursing the group of profit-making female businessmen in private gatherings.

Whenever this happens, he will feel happy in his heart.

The Xilan Empire is different. They have been the most loyal allies of the legion from beginning to end. The Willant people will remember the helping hand they extended today, and His Majesty the Emperor will remember his contribution.

However, this job is so simple that you don’t even need to look carefully at what the agenda is.

It is precisely because of this that he recently visited all the shops worth trying in Dawn City.

Every day he would either have meetings or wander around the settlement, observing the customs and customs of the alliance.

After laughing heartily, Duke Galava straightened his appearance, clicked his tongue gracefully, and looked at the photos in the newspaper like looking at monkeys in the zoo. "These savages have never seen the world before they can behave like this over a mere plate of food."

Niyang, the follower standing beside him, quickly flattered and echoed, "The food in the southern seas is supported by the Kingdom of Camelback. The people there are as thin as the monkeys in Baiyue Province. How can they be compared to those who have all the benefits of the Yongliu River?" we."

Hearing these words, Duke Galawa showed a satisfied expression on his face. This Niyang is his favorite servant. He is also his personal secretary and personal assistant. He usually speaks the most pleasantly. The only flaw is that he has low blood and is a member of the rat tribe.

Even the loyal wolf guards standing behind him have much nobler bloodlines than this guy.

Compared with other guests in the lobby, the aura and temperament of this table of guests can be said to be completely different.

One person sat and ate, while a dozen people stood and watched.

But this is a wasteland after all, and there are even talking lizards and bears. Compared to the weirder guys, these guys talking to themselves are not that attracting attention.

In comparison, the headline of "Goblin Observer" is worth eight pages.

However, Duke Galawa didn't think so. In his opinion, his shining self was the center of attention wherever he went, not to mention that he sat in the middle of the lobby.

Those whispering barbarians were undoubtedly talking about him at this moment. It is for this reason that he pays attention to whether his appearance is appropriate and elegant all the time.

Lisa, who was carrying a dinner plate, came over and glanced at the line of bodyguards standing behind his chair with some confusion, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just put down the dinner plate in her hand and whispered politely.

"Sir, please use your pig's knuckle rice slowly."

"Um."

Duke Jarawa snorted back, threw the newspaper in his hand to Niyang who was standing aside, looked at the plate of pig's trotter rice on the table in front of him, and picked up a knife and fork to cut off a small piece to taste. Taste it.

The chewy and tender taste was really good, and the soft texture melted in his mouth, making his eyes light up involuntarily.

Although this alliance is a small country, and the few settlements are not as big as his territory, I have to say that these guys are really good at eating.

The only thing that made him a little uncomfortable was the tableware here, which was a bit too particular.

In contrast, he still prefers to grab it with his hands.

Of course, it would be better if it is a young girl with green and white fingers. When he was in Baixiang City, he never had to eat by himself. Unfortunately, he searched all over Dawn City and could not find a restaurant that provided this service.

Looking at the girl who put down her plate, nodded and was about to leave, Duke Galava suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, with a trace of imperceptible greed flashing in his eyes.

Especially when he noticed the marks on his wrist.

"Are you from the Western Continent...a slave of Triumph City?"

That word is like a wound that won't heal.

Lisa stiffened when she heard this, pursed her lips and looked at the guest in surprise, then lowered her head and hurried into the kitchen.

Looking at the escaping figure, Duke Galava clicked his tongue gently.

"What a waste..."

Although slaves are a specialty of Borneo, especially the inferior races who are hard-working and loyal, and are deeply loved by the small nobles in the legion, there are too many of them, and their main focus is cost-effectiveness, so they often cannot be sold for a lot of money. Expensive price.

In contrast, slaves produced in the Legion's homeland, especially Triumph, are more loyal.

Those slaves with brown hair and thin noses are like purebred cows in the alpine pastures by the Sorat River. Although they are not so expensive that only captains of ten thousand can enjoy them, they cannot be enjoyed without any military merit.

These slaves are usually digested internally by the Wilant people. Only in rare cases will they flow into the market, and in very rare cases will they be bought by ethnic groups other than the Wilant people.

The princes and nobles of the Xilan Dynasty are almost fanatical about the culture of the Weirant people, and as a duke, he is no exception.

But this is the territory of the Alliance after all, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself. It would be bad if it delays the cooperation between the Empire and the Legion. So he just said a pity in a coquettish way, concentrated on enjoying the food on the plate, picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth gracefully, then took away the unread newspaper in Niyang's hand, and continued to admire the people who left Vault 70. Ugly thing. These condescending Vault Dwellers are not a good thing. Arrogant and arrogant. Vault 70 is like this, but so is a three-digit shelter. Ending the wasteland?

Starting a new era?

hehe.

A bunch of psychos.

He has lived in Borneo Province for so many years, why doesn't he feel that it is a wasteland? How ridiculous!

With the mood of reading a joke, he slowly read the first page of the newspaper.

However, the moment he turned to the second page of the newspaper, the gentle smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

"French Port welcomes new residents!" One thousand Yue Clan refugees landed safely! 》

The distorted expression at that moment was as ugly as if he had eaten a booger. Moreover, the boogers that popped out from his fingers flew back again with a wall of ash.

"What nonsense!"

He clenched his right fist and slammed it on the table with an angry roar, causing the dinner plate to rattle on the table.

Hearing the movement in the center of the lobby, the chattering and laughing drinkers sitting around unconsciously lowered their voices and cast surprised and curious glances over there.

There are indeed people in this settlement who go crazy from time to time, but who would go crazy in this place with the largest number of residents in the shelter?

Noticing the gazes cast from the surroundings, the wolf soldiers standing behind Duke Galawa narrowed their eyes dangerously and responded to the coveting of the naked fruits with warning eyes.

However, they clearly had the wrong target.

This is a river valley province with strong folk customs, and sitting here are wastelanders who lick blood with their swords. They don't even frown when a gun is pointed at them. Who would be frightened by the look?

Those pairs of warning eyes were like the side of a baby. Everyone originally just looked over curiously to take a look, but for no reason, they received a glare and stared back with their eyes open.

It's like no one has eyes.

Who do you look down on?

Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, looked at the table in the middle with an expressionless expression, his index finger already on the counter.

He doesn't like these guys.

Not only because a dozen of them ordered a bowl of pig's feet rice, but also because the guy with the goatee made the lovely Lisa cry. She was not only the proprietress of the Highway Town Hotel, but she was regarded as his daughter by the childless man.

No one is allowed to bully her, whether it is the ambassador of the empire or the emperor of the empire.

"grown ups……"

Niyang, who was standing next to Duke Galawa, quickly bowed and whispered: "There is no point in us getting angry here. Even if we beat them to the ground, it will not solve any problem, and it will appear that we are There is no courage or magnanimity... We should summon the administrators of the alliance and send them a warning from the empire, asking them to stop slandering us and taking in those despicable Yue people."

After hearing Nyan's suggestion, Duke Jarawa finally calmed down his anger a little. He put down the newspaper in his hand and persuaded himself to calm down.

"You are right, Niyang... Bablu, tell your men to keep a low profile. The elephant does not need to care about the old man at his feet.

Rats and ants, we don't have to be like these untouchables. "

"Yes, my lord."

The tower-like man behind him nodded slightly and glanced at the subordinates beside him silently.

All the guards withdrew their murderous gaze from the surroundings and no longer made eye contact with these barbarians.

Seeing that these wooden-like guys were no longer provocative, everyone also lost interest in fighting the fire and looked away from them with curled lips. However, after such a commotion, the focus of everyone's conversation shifted from the headlines of the "Geological Observer" to these strange guys. "Who the hell is a guy?"

"I heard he is the ambassador of the Xilan Empire."

"What, I thought he was a beggar who came here to beg for food."

"In the past two days, I've been throwing bricks at Dawn City and hitting an ambassador."

"Xilan? Sloppy?"

"Haha, they really gave themselves a good name!"

"Please keep your voice down so that no one can hear you."

If you hear me, just listen. If we meet in the wasteland, I will not only let them hear me, but also let them go down and send a message to my dead father. "Hahaha!"

Those people spoke louder and louder, and became more and more unabashed. After all, this is what they did in the wasteland.

Duke Galava's brows twitched, his teeth chattered, and the elegant and decent appearance on his face became increasingly tense. His rapid breathing revealed his soaring blood pressure.

Those playful eyes made him sit on pins and needles.

In the final analysis, his heart is not as broad-minded as he claims. After all, he is not a real elephant, and those sounds do not really come from the mouths of mice or ants.

However, for the sake of Shan Empire, he still chose to be patient.

Forcing his composure, Duke Galawa took out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it down, deliberately letting it land on the greasy dinner plate.

"Keep the change, please."

The lard is just right to soak the Union emblem on the front of the banknote, just like their conscience is covered with lard. This is a detail he carefully designed. Everyone here was humiliated.

Even if the humiliation is not that obvious.

Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, glanced at the group of people in the background in disgust, moved his index finger away from the alarm button, and shouted perfunctorily.

"see you next time."

Dear God of Big Horned Deer, please don’t let this God of Plague come again next time. Watching the group leave, Old Hook walked over with his gunshot-wounded leg, picked up the banknote, wiped it, and put the plate away.

After returning to the bar and putting down the plate, he opened the cashier drawer, took out the money for the pig's trotter rice, counted out a few change and coins, passed through the kitchen door curtain, and found Lisa squatting in the corner quietly wiping her tears. He got down and comforted her softly: "That group of guests has left. They...asked me to apologize to you. These are tips for their gifts. You can keep them to buy some desserts or beautiful clothes."

Lisa, who was holding her knees, raised her head and looked at the old man squatting in front of her with tearful eyes. Her waxy lips trembled for a long time, but she couldn't say a word.

It was obvious that she was crying very sadly.

Maybe it has something to do with what happened before.

Old Hook probably understood what she was feeling and why she couldn't speak out, so he spoke to himself.

"When we were in Highway Town, we often saw guests from far away. We could tell who was the slave and who was the master at a glance. It was not because who was wearing shackles or who was carrying a gun, but because their eyes"

"No matter what, a person who earns his own living will never be anyone's slave."

"As for those boring guys, who they want to label and what they want to say, that's their business. We can't control the parrot's mouth. We can only be ourselves."

Lisa's breathing gradually calmed down and her mood seemed to be better. With red and swollen eyes, a reassuring smile broke out on her face. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Old Hook grinned.

, reached out and rubbed the little girl's hair, "I have to ask you to watch the front desk for a while, it's time for me to take a rest."

"Yeah! Leave it to me!"

Lisa nodded enthusiastically, raised her arms to completely wipe away the tears on her face, and ran out of the utility room in the kitchen as fast as a breeze. Looking at the little girl disappearing behind the door curtain, Old Hook did not get up, but sat on the ground with a grin on his face, his right hand pressing his leg.

As soon as the man relaxed, his bones began to rust, and the pain became so painful after just squatting for a while.

I think back then, he was also a tough guy who carried a shotgun and fought against predators, but now he only has the wounds on his body from when he was young.

In the past, those blue coats always called him "Hook with the Arrow in the Knee." Although he didn't understand what it meant, the manager told him that it was an honorific, acknowledging his continued strength, so he also I didn't pay much attention to it, as time passed and I started to like that title.

But later on, ever since he opened this hotel, his legs felt like they had been shot by an arrow, becoming less and less responsive.

Old Hook smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"……old."