Just as the Rou Rou, carrying more than a thousand survivors of the Yue tribe, arrived at the French Fries Port, the Niuma airship also brought the survivors of Sanctuary No. 70 back to the flying port of Dawn City.
Due to the development of multiple routes, this airship hydrogen refueling station has become a port.
Niuma Group contracted some berths for renovation, and the market selling imported products near the warehouse area also spontaneously established a market management committee, not only raising money to renovate the roads, but also made the sanitation here orderly.
Getting off the elevator, Huang Guangwei looked around blankly, amazed at the prosperity and bustle here.
Before coming here, the man named Fang Chang told him that Shuguang City was just a settlement of 100,000 people. He thought it was a place similar to a circular island or a North Island, but it was located on land.
However, when he saw it now, the prosperity here shocked him to his chin.
How could this be like a settlement of 100,000 people?
He believed even 200,000 or even 300,000 people!
After walking down the ladder, he was a little at a loss and didn't know which direction to go, a familiar face suddenly appeared in the crowd not far away.
The man was wearing a loose leather jacket and jeans, with a slightly fat figure, wrinkled smiles on his face, and his arms were spread enthusiastically.
Huang Guangwei looked at him blankly, his eyes covered with water, and his dry lips trembled slightly.
Manage...Manager!
This guy didn't go to the Rift Valley!?
He never expected to meet him here!
The legs unconsciously moved forward, and Huang Guangwei seemed to have found the direction, moving his stiff legs step by step, his staggering steps becoming more and more firm and more determined.
Looking at his compatriots' poor appearance, Sun Yuechi felt ashamed. Although his face remained enthusiastic, his smile could no longer be stopped, and his vision slowly drooped with his slightly bent arms.
Huang... Cough cough, my dear friend, I heard about you. These days when I was away, you have suffered aggrieved... and everyone in the shelter.But no matter what, I feel relieved when I see you are fine, it's fine if it's fine...
By the way, you haven't eaten yet, are you?There is a good pork-foot rice nearby, and the soup poured on the rice is simply amazing. I'll treat you to the guests!Let's sit down and eat
When talking about pig's feet, Sun Yuechi's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect that he would meet a merciless fist.
He was confused and had no time to move his neck, avoid his fragile nose, and instead took the old fist that flew across thousands of kilometers with his face.
I'll go!
The intermittent echoes crashed into his ears.
Before he could come back to his senses, Sun Yuechi, who was punched in the face, fainted in confusion.
Seeing this, everyone around rushed forward and pulled the man riding on him away from him.
Huang Guangwei, whose arms were held, fluttered his legs unwillingly, looked at the guy lying on the ground, and roared with grief and anger on his face.
Let me go!
This is our own business, don't worry!Let me beat him!I'm going to kill this dog thing!
Ahahah！
Although the alliance rarely interferes in foreigners' family affairs, this is on the territory of the alliance after all.
No matter what the reason is, beating people in the street will have to be closed for a small dark room.
The guards who came from nearby took him to the guard room, and the unconscious shelter No. 70 was carried onto a stretcher by medical staff and sent to a nearby medical station.
The people who were choosing in the imported product market gathered around and whispered curiously at the noisy scene.
What happened just now?
I don't know... the two people suddenly started fighting.
I seemed to hear it vaguely...uh, pig's feet rice.
Pig's feet rice???
As it turns out, NPC is not inferior to players in the gossip.
The rumors became more and more outrageous. In the end, a tortuous and bizarre grudge was brought out around the Pig's Fried Rice.
Unfortunately, the moment when the fist and the face were intimately in contact, it was captured by a reporter from the Goblin Observer.
In Dawn City, if you have something to do with the word "god" in it, it will definitely be a disconnect from the word "reliable".
And that's true.
This newspaper sponsored by Goblin Technology is indeed not a reliable place, and the boss who invested in this newspaper did not even intend to make money on this thing.
The photos were quickly sent to the newspaper's editorial department, and with a line of sloppy titles, it became the headlines of the printed pages that day.
shock!The manager of Shelter No. 70 was knocked down by his subordinate who had been chasing from all over the world, and the cause was a bowl of pork-footed rice!
Because the pictures and titles were too explosive, countless people were attracted to buy, so that the sales of "Gogly Observer" even exceeded that of "Survivor Daily" that day!
What everyone expected was that the photo not only drove the sales of the Goblin Observer, but even the pig's feet that he had mentioned was followed by a gun.
What kind of deliciousness is it that the managers of Shelter No. 70 left the entire shelter without paying attention?
Almost everyone who has finished reading the headlines can't help but feel such curiosity.
Driven by this curiosity, there were long queues in front of fast food restaurants selling pork-foot rice.
Even some restaurants and taverns that did not sell pork-footed rice could not resist the temptation of interests and temporarily changed the menu.
On that day, the pigs in Shuguang City were sold out, but the pigs who had just taken the train to Shuguang City from Luoxia Provincial Farm were rushed into the slaughterhouse without eating a bite of feed...
……
Hahahahahaha!
The lobby of the Highway Town Hotel.
Duke Galawa, who was sitting at the table to eat, looked at the Goblin Observer in his hand, and his goat beard under his nose trembled, and his stomach hurt.
He was the ambassador of the Xilan Empire and the lord of Baixiang City. Not only was the noble blood of the Elephant tribe flowing in his blood vessels, but his family also lived in a large area of fiefs from the Yongliu River to the Baixiang Tower, and was one of the most prominent in the Xilan Dynasty.
Originally, the task assigned to him by His Majesty the Emperor was to serve as an envoy to show the empire's majesty. However, the desert residents followed the alliance's leader. He was so angry that he couldn't help but feel curious about the alliance in the East.
What kind of empire is that it has gained so many fans.
So he came here with the mission he accompanied.
Unfortunately, Captain Bennot Wanderer, the envoy of the most important ally of the Xilan Empire, also happened to be here, and was participating in a cooperative organization called the Slime Research Community.
When he learned that Ambassador Bennot was in trouble for the negotiations of the Mustard Community, Duke Galaw immediately smelled the opportunity to show his performance. While sending a messenger to His Majesty the Emperor to report the God-given opportunity that the Willant people owe favors, he patted his chest and told Ambassador Bennot that the Xilan Empire was willing to participate in the negotiations of the Mustard Community and shared the pressure from the Eastern world for the Legion during the negotiations.
Perhaps moved by his sincerity, Bennot Wan took his hand enthusiastically after a brief surprise, and in the next few days he opposed the crowd and pulled the Xilan Empire into this world conference that decided the future of the wasteland.
This job is much easier than expected, just follow the vote when Ambassador Bennott votes.
Moreover, the Duke of Galawa found that the situation was not as serious as he imagined.
For example, the free state, although it was a negotiation between enterprises and the adhesion community, was secretly standing on their side.
Simply put, it is a vote that the army and enterprises agree, and they agree.
The Legion opposes the vote that enterprises agree with, so they pretend to be dead.
The Legion opposed and the Alliance agreed, and they did not hesitate to oppose it.
Of course, it depends on the attitude of the company. If the company agrees firmly, then they will continue to pretend to be dead.
In fact, Galava looked down on such fictional arts.
Those who were clever and thought they could please both sides, but they could not get any benefits from both sides. More than once saw Bennot curse the group of profitable and unrighteous businessmen at private parties.
Whenever this happened, he felt secretly happy.
The Xilan Empire is different. They are the most loyal allies of the Legion from beginning to end. The Willant people will remember the helping hand they reached out today, and His Majesty the Emperor will remember his contribution.
However, this work is too simple, and you don’t even need to look at what the agenda is.
It is precisely because of this that he has recently visited all the shops worth trying in Dawn City.
Every day, I either hold meetings or stroll in the settlements, observing the customs and customs of the alliance.
After laughing happily, Duke Galawa corrected his appearance, placing his tongue gracefully, looking at the photos in the newspaper like looking at monkeys in a zoo.
These savages have to have never seen the world to be so rude to a mere plate of food.
Neyan, the follower standing beside him, quickly flattered and echoed.
...The food in the southern waters is supported by the Hump Kingdom, and the people there are as thin as monkeys in Baiyue Province. How can we compare to us who have all the favors of Yongliu River?
Hearing this sentence, Duke Galawa showed a satisfied expression on his face.
This Neyan is his favorite servant, and he is also his personal secretary and living assistant. He usually speaks the best.The only drawback is that the blood is a bit low and he is a rat tribe.
Even the loyal wolf guards standing behind him had much nobler blood than this guy.
Compared with other guests in the lobby, the aura and temperament of this table can be said to be completely different.
Sitting alone to eat, and more than a dozen people stood and watched.
But this place is wasteland after all, and there are even talkable lizards and bears. Compared to those stranger guys, these self-talking guys are not that eye-catching.
In contrast, the headlines of Goblin Observer are more gossipy.
However, Duke Galawa did not think so. In his opinion, his glittering self was the focus of the audience wherever he went, let alone sitting in the center of the lobby.
The savage people who were whispering were undoubtedly talking about him at this moment.It is precisely because of this that he always pays attention to whether his appearance is decent and elegant.
Lisa, holding the dining plate, walked over and looked at the row of bodyguards standing behind his chair with some confusion, but did not ask much, but put down the dining plate in her hand and whispered politely.
Sir, your pork trotter rice... please use it slowly.
Um.
Duke Galawa replied with his nose, threw the newspaper in his hand to Niyan who was standing aside to serve him, looked at the plate of pig's feet rice that was popular all over the city on the table in front of him, picked up a knife and fork and cut a small piece and tasted it.
The soft and tender taste is indeed good, and the soft and sour melts in the mouth, which makes his eyes lit up involuntarily.
Although this alliance is a small country and several settlements cannot keep up with his territory, it has to be said that these guys are indeed very good at eating this.
The only thing he was a little uncomfortable with was the tableware here, which was a bit too particular.
In contrast, he prefers to grab with his hands.
Of course, it would be even better if it was a young girl's onion white jade finger.
When he was in Baixiang City, he never had to do it himself.
Unfortunately, he searched all over the city of Dawn and could not find a restaurant that provided this service.
Looking at the girl who put down the dining plate and nodded and was about to leave, Duke Galawa suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of imperceptible greed flashed in his eyes.
Especially when he noticed the traces of that wrist.
Are you a slave from the Western Continent... a Triumph City?
That word is like a scar that cannot be healed.
Lisa froze when she heard this, she pursed her lips and looked at the guest in surprise, then lowered her head and hurried into the kitchen.
Looking at the escaped figure, Duke Galawa gently tutted his tongue.
What a waste...
Although slaves are specialties of the Bharat Province, especially those inferior races, mostly hard-working and loyal, and are deeply loved by the small and medium-sized nobles of the army, their number is too large, and the main focus is on cost-effectiveness, so they often cannot sell at a very expensive price.
In contrast, slaves produced in the Legion, especially Triumph City, are more expensive.
Those slaves with brown hair and thin noses were like pure blood cows from the alpine ranch on the Sorat River. Although they were not so expensive that only ten thousand men could enjoy them, they would not be blessed to have no military achievements.
These slaves are usually digested internally by the Willant people. Only a very small number of cases will flow into the market, and only a few cases will be bought by aliens outside the Willant people.
The princes and nobles of the Xilan Dynasty had an almost fanatical obsession with the culture of the Willant people, and as a duke, he was no exception.
But this is the territory of the alliance, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself. It would be bad if the cooperation between the Empire and the Legion was delayed.
So he just said a pity, and focused on enjoying the delicious food on the plate, picked up the dining cloth and wiped his mouth gracefully, then took away the newspaper that he had not finished reading in Niyang's hand, and continued to appreciate the scandal of Sanctuary No. 70.
These high-ranking refuge residents are not good things.
Arrogant and arrogant.
This is true for Shelter No. 70, and it’s not the same as a triple-digit shelter.
End the wasteland?
A new era opened?
hehe.
A bunch of psychopaths.
He has lived in the Bharat Province for so many years, but why didn’t he feel that it was wasteland?
It's really ridiculous!
With a feeling of watching jokes, he slowly finished reading 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 instantly.
"French Fries Port welcomes new residents!A thousand Yue tribe refugees successfully arrived!》
The twisted expression at that moment was as ugly as if he had eaten a booster.
And the booster that popped out of his fingers flew back with a wall of gray.
It's really nonsense!
He clenched his right fist and angrily blew his angrily on the table, which made the dining plate on the table slam.
Hearing the movement in the middle of the lobby, the drinkers sitting around talking and laughing unconsciously let their voices lightly, and all cast surprise and curious eyes over there.
There are indeed people in this settlement that get epilepsy every now and then, but who will get epilepsy in this place where the shelter has the most residents?
Noticed the sight from the surroundings, the wolves soldiers standing behind the Duke of Galawa narrowed their eyes dangerously and responded to the pair of naked covetous eyes with warning eyes.
However, they obviously got the wrong object.
This is a river valley province with strong folk customs. Sitting here is a wastelander with blood licking at the knife. He doesn't frown when pointed at by a gun. Who would be frightened by the eyes?
The warning eyes were like the provocation of a baby. Everyone just looked over curiously, but they were glared for no reason, and they glared back with their eyes open.
Who doesn't have eyes?
Who do you look down on?
Old Hook, standing behind the bar, looked at the table in the middle with expressionless face, with his index finger on the alarm button under the counter, ready to call for reinforcements at any time.
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 two goatee beards made the cute Lisa cry.
She is not just the proctorate lady of the Highway Town Hotel, but is regarded as her daughter by him who has no children.
No one is allowed to bully her, whether it is the empire's ambassador or the empire's emperor.
adult……
Neyan, standing beside the Duke of Galawa, bowed quickly and whispered in a low voice.
There is no point in our temper here. Even if we beat them all over the ground, we cannot solve any problem, and we seem to have no spirit or mind... We should summon the administrators of the alliance and warn them from the empire to stop slandering us and take in those despicable Moon tribesmen.
Hearing Neyan's suggestion, Duke Galawa finally calmed down his anger a little, and while putting down the newspaper in his hand, he persuaded himself to calm down.
You are right, Niyan...Babru, let your men be low-key, the elephant does not need to care about the mice and ants at their feet, we do not need to be as knowledgeable as these untouchables.
Yes, sir.The man who looked like an iron tower behind him nodded slightly and looked at his subordinates silently.
The guards took back the murderous sight from around them and no longer had eye contact with these savage people.
Seeing that these wooden guys were no longer provoking, everyone lost their interest in Gonghuo and moved their eyes away from them with a pout.
However, after such a commotion, the focus of everyone's topics shifted from the headlines of the Goblin Observer to these strange guys.
Who are those guys?
I heard that he was the ambassador of the Xilan Empire.
Oh my god, I think I am a beggar who came to beg for food.
In just these two days, Shuguang City can hit an ambassador if he picks up a brick and throws it out.
Xilan?pulpy?
Haha, they really gave themselves a good name!
You can keep your voice down and don't let people hear it.
If you hear it, you will hear it. If you meet it on the wasteland, I will not only let them hear it, but also let them go down and send a message to my dead father.
Hahaha!
Those people were talking louder and louder, and they were becoming less and less concealed. After all, they did this in the wasteland.
Duke Galawa's brows twitched, his teeth clattered, and his elegant and decent appearance on his face became increasingly unable to hold back, and his rapid breath exposed his soaring blood pressure.
Those joking eyes made him feel uncomfortable.
In the final analysis, his mind is not as broad as he claims. After all, he is not a real elephant, and those sounds are not really coming from the mouths of mice or ants.
However, for the sake of the empire, he chose to endure.
Forced to calm down, Duke Galawa drew a hundred-dollar silver coin and threw it down, deliberately letting it fall on the greasy meal plate.
Keep the change, please.
The lard just rightly soaks the alliance badge on the front of the banknote, just like their conscience covered by lard, which is his carefully designed detail.
Everyone here has been humiliated.
Even if the humiliation is not so obvious.
Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, looked at the backs of the group of people in annoyance, moved his index finger away from the alarm button, and shouted perfunctorily.
Welcome to come again next time.
The big-horned deer god is above, this plague god must not come again next time.
Seeing the group leaving, Old Hook moved his gunshot-skinned leg, picked up the bill and wiped it, and took the plate away.
Back at the bar, he put down the plate. He opened the drawer of the cashier, deducted the money from the pork leg rice, counted out a few change and coins, walked through the kitchen curtain, found Lisa squatting in the corner, quietly wiped her tears, and squatted down to comfort her softly.
The group of guests left, and they... asked me to apologize to you. These are their apology tips. You should buy some desserts or beautiful clothes.
Lisa, holding her knees, raised her head and looked at the old man squatting in front of her with tears in her eyes. Her lips trembled for a long time, but she couldn't say a word.
It can be seen that she was crying sadly.
Maybe it has something to do with what happened before.
Old Hook could probably understand her feelings and knew why she couldn't speak, so he spoke to himself.
When we were in Highway Town, we often saw some guests from afar, and we could tell who was the slave and who was the master at a glance.It’s not because someone is wearing shackles and who is wearing guns, but their eyes...
In any case, a person who supports himself will definitely not be someone's slave.
As for those boring guys, who do they like to label and what they like to say, that's their business.We can't control the parrot's mouth, we are only ourselves.
Lisa's breathing gradually calmed down and she seemed to be feeling better.
With her red and swollen eyes, a reassuring smile bloomed on her face.
Thanks……
You're welcome, Old Hook grinned and reached out to rub the little girl's hair. I have to ask you to look at the front desk. It's time for me to take a break.
Um!Leave it to me!
Lisa nodded vigorously, raised her arm and wiped away the tears from her face, and ran out of the kitchen utility room like a gust of wind.
Looking at the little girl who disappeared behind the curtain, Old Hook did not get up, but sat on the ground with a grin, pressing his right hand on his legs.
As soon as this person relaxed, his bones rusted, and it hurt like this after squatting for a while.
Back then, he was also a tough guy who carried a hunting rifle and fought with plunderers, but now he was left with only the injuries he had suffered when he was young.
In the past, those blue jackets always called him Hooker, who was shot in the knee. Although he couldn't understand what that meant, the manager told him that it was a kind of honorific title, which expressed his recognition of him as strong as ever, so he didn't care. He liked that title over time.
But later, since he opened this hotel, his leg seemed to be hit by an arrow and became increasingly out of control.
Old Hook shook his head with a wry smile.
...Old.
Due to the development of multiple routes, this airship hydrogen refueling station has become a port.
Niuma Group contracted some berths for renovation, and the market selling imported products near the warehouse area also spontaneously established a market management committee, not only raising money to renovate the roads, but also made the sanitation here orderly.
Getting off the elevator, Huang Guangwei looked around blankly, amazed at the prosperity and bustle here.
Before coming here, the man named Fang Chang told him that Shuguang City was just a settlement of 100,000 people. He thought it was a place similar to a circular island or a North Island, but it was located on land.
However, when he saw it now, the prosperity here shocked him to his chin.
How could this be like a settlement of 100,000 people?
He believed even 200,000 or even 300,000 people!
After walking down the ladder, he was a little at a loss and didn't know which direction to go, a familiar face suddenly appeared in the crowd not far away.
The man was wearing a loose leather jacket and jeans, with a slightly fat figure, wrinkled smiles on his face, and his arms were spread enthusiastically.
Huang Guangwei looked at him blankly, his eyes covered with water, and his dry lips trembled slightly.
Manage...Manager!
This guy didn't go to the Rift Valley!?
He never expected to meet him here!
The legs unconsciously moved forward, and Huang Guangwei seemed to have found the direction, moving his stiff legs step by step, his staggering steps becoming more and more firm and more determined.
Looking at his compatriots' poor appearance, Sun Yuechi felt ashamed. Although his face remained enthusiastic, his smile could no longer be stopped, and his vision slowly drooped with his slightly bent arms.
Huang... Cough cough, my dear friend, I heard about you. These days when I was away, you have suffered aggrieved... and everyone in the shelter.But no matter what, I feel relieved when I see you are fine, it's fine if it's fine...
By the way, you haven't eaten yet, are you?There is a good pork-foot rice nearby, and the soup poured on the rice is simply amazing. I'll treat you to the guests!Let's sit down and eat
When talking about pig's feet, Sun Yuechi's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect that he would meet a merciless fist.
He was confused and had no time to move his neck, avoid his fragile nose, and instead took the old fist that flew across thousands of kilometers with his face.
I'll go!
The intermittent echoes crashed into his ears.
Before he could come back to his senses, Sun Yuechi, who was punched in the face, fainted in confusion.
Seeing this, everyone around rushed forward and pulled the man riding on him away from him.
Huang Guangwei, whose arms were held, fluttered his legs unwillingly, looked at the guy lying on the ground, and roared with grief and anger on his face.
Let me go!
This is our own business, don't worry!Let me beat him!I'm going to kill this dog thing!
Ahahah！
Although the alliance rarely interferes in foreigners' family affairs, this is on the territory of the alliance after all.
No matter what the reason is, beating people in the street will have to be closed for a small dark room.
The guards who came from nearby took him to the guard room, and the unconscious shelter No. 70 was carried onto a stretcher by medical staff and sent to a nearby medical station.
The people who were choosing in the imported product market gathered around and whispered curiously at the noisy scene.
What happened just now?
I don't know... the two people suddenly started fighting.
I seemed to hear it vaguely...uh, pig's feet rice.
Pig's feet rice???
As it turns out, NPC is not inferior to players in the gossip.
The rumors became more and more outrageous. In the end, a tortuous and bizarre grudge was brought out around the Pig's Fried Rice.
Unfortunately, the moment when the fist and the face were intimately in contact, it was captured by a reporter from the Goblin Observer.
In Dawn City, if you have something to do with the word "god" in it, it will definitely be a disconnect from the word "reliable".
And that's true.
This newspaper sponsored by Goblin Technology is indeed not a reliable place, and the boss who invested in this newspaper did not even intend to make money on this thing.
The photos were quickly sent to the newspaper's editorial department, and with a line of sloppy titles, it became the headlines of the printed pages that day.
shock!The manager of Shelter No. 70 was knocked down by his subordinate who had been chasing from all over the world, and the cause was a bowl of pork-footed rice!
Because the pictures and titles were too explosive, countless people were attracted to buy, so that the sales of "Gogly Observer" even exceeded that of "Survivor Daily" that day!
What everyone expected was that the photo not only drove the sales of the Goblin Observer, but even the pig's feet that he had mentioned was followed by a gun.
What kind of deliciousness is it that the managers of Shelter No. 70 left the entire shelter without paying attention?
Almost everyone who has finished reading the headlines can't help but feel such curiosity.
Driven by this curiosity, there were long queues in front of fast food restaurants selling pork-foot rice.
Even some restaurants and taverns that did not sell pork-footed rice could not resist the temptation of interests and temporarily changed the menu.
On that day, the pigs in Shuguang City were sold out, but the pigs who had just taken the train to Shuguang City from Luoxia Provincial Farm were rushed into the slaughterhouse without eating a bite of feed...
……
Hahahahahaha!
The lobby of the Highway Town Hotel.
Duke Galawa, who was sitting at the table to eat, looked at the Goblin Observer in his hand, and his goat beard under his nose trembled, and his stomach hurt.
He was the ambassador of the Xilan Empire and the lord of Baixiang City. Not only was the noble blood of the Elephant tribe flowing in his blood vessels, but his family also lived in a large area of fiefs from the Yongliu River to the Baixiang Tower, and was one of the most prominent in the Xilan Dynasty.
Originally, the task assigned to him by His Majesty the Emperor was to serve as an envoy to show the empire's majesty. However, the desert residents followed the alliance's leader. He was so angry that he couldn't help but feel curious about the alliance in the East.
What kind of empire is that it has gained so many fans.
So he came here with the mission he accompanied.
Unfortunately, Captain Bennot Wanderer, the envoy of the most important ally of the Xilan Empire, also happened to be here, and was participating in a cooperative organization called the Slime Research Community.
When he learned that Ambassador Bennot was in trouble for the negotiations of the Mustard Community, Duke Galaw immediately smelled the opportunity to show his performance. While sending a messenger to His Majesty the Emperor to report the God-given opportunity that the Willant people owe favors, he patted his chest and told Ambassador Bennot that the Xilan Empire was willing to participate in the negotiations of the Mustard Community and shared the pressure from the Eastern world for the Legion during the negotiations.
Perhaps moved by his sincerity, Bennot Wan took his hand enthusiastically after a brief surprise, and in the next few days he opposed the crowd and pulled the Xilan Empire into this world conference that decided the future of the wasteland.
This job is much easier than expected, just follow the vote when Ambassador Bennott votes.
Moreover, the Duke of Galawa found that the situation was not as serious as he imagined.
For example, the free state, although it was a negotiation between enterprises and the adhesion community, was secretly standing on their side.
Simply put, it is a vote that the army and enterprises agree, and they agree.
The Legion opposes the vote that enterprises agree with, so they pretend to be dead.
The Legion opposed and the Alliance agreed, and they did not hesitate to oppose it.
Of course, it depends on the attitude of the company. If the company agrees firmly, then they will continue to pretend to be dead.
In fact, Galava looked down on such fictional arts.
Those who were clever and thought they could please both sides, but they could not get any benefits from both sides. More than once saw Bennot curse the group of profitable and unrighteous businessmen at private parties.
Whenever this happened, he felt secretly happy.
The Xilan Empire is different. They are the most loyal allies of the Legion from beginning to end. The Willant people will remember the helping hand they reached out today, and His Majesty the Emperor will remember his contribution.
However, this work is too simple, and you don’t even need to look at what the agenda is.
It is precisely because of this that he has recently visited all the shops worth trying in Dawn City.
Every day, I either hold meetings or stroll in the settlements, observing the customs and customs of the alliance.
After laughing happily, Duke Galawa corrected his appearance, placing his tongue gracefully, looking at the photos in the newspaper like looking at monkeys in a zoo.
These savages have to have never seen the world to be so rude to a mere plate of food.
Neyan, the follower standing beside him, quickly flattered and echoed.
...The food in the southern waters is supported by the Hump Kingdom, and the people there are as thin as monkeys in Baiyue Province. How can we compare to us who have all the favors of Yongliu River?
Hearing this sentence, Duke Galawa showed a satisfied expression on his face.
This Neyan is his favorite servant, and he is also his personal secretary and living assistant. He usually speaks the best.The only drawback is that the blood is a bit low and he is a rat tribe.
Even the loyal wolf guards standing behind him had much nobler blood than this guy.
Compared with other guests in the lobby, the aura and temperament of this table can be said to be completely different.
Sitting alone to eat, and more than a dozen people stood and watched.
But this place is wasteland after all, and there are even talkable lizards and bears. Compared to those stranger guys, these self-talking guys are not that eye-catching.
In contrast, the headlines of Goblin Observer are more gossipy.
However, Duke Galawa did not think so. In his opinion, his glittering self was the focus of the audience wherever he went, let alone sitting in the center of the lobby.
The savage people who were whispering were undoubtedly talking about him at this moment.It is precisely because of this that he always pays attention to whether his appearance is decent and elegant.
Lisa, holding the dining plate, walked over and looked at the row of bodyguards standing behind his chair with some confusion, but did not ask much, but put down the dining plate in her hand and whispered politely.
Sir, your pork trotter rice... please use it slowly.
Um.
Duke Galawa replied with his nose, threw the newspaper in his hand to Niyan who was standing aside to serve him, looked at the plate of pig's feet rice that was popular all over the city on the table in front of him, picked up a knife and fork and cut a small piece and tasted it.
The soft and tender taste is indeed good, and the soft and sour melts in the mouth, which makes his eyes lit up involuntarily.
Although this alliance is a small country and several settlements cannot keep up with his territory, it has to be said that these guys are indeed very good at eating this.
The only thing he was a little uncomfortable with was the tableware here, which was a bit too particular.
In contrast, he prefers to grab with his hands.
Of course, it would be even better if it was a young girl's onion white jade finger.
When he was in Baixiang City, he never had to do it himself.
Unfortunately, he searched all over the city of Dawn and could not find a restaurant that provided this service.
Looking at the girl who put down the dining plate and nodded and was about to leave, Duke Galawa suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of imperceptible greed flashed in his eyes.
Especially when he noticed the traces of that wrist.
Are you a slave from the Western Continent... a Triumph City?
That word is like a scar that cannot be healed.
Lisa froze when she heard this, she pursed her lips and looked at the guest in surprise, then lowered her head and hurried into the kitchen.
Looking at the escaped figure, Duke Galawa gently tutted his tongue.
What a waste...
Although slaves are specialties of the Bharat Province, especially those inferior races, mostly hard-working and loyal, and are deeply loved by the small and medium-sized nobles of the army, their number is too large, and the main focus is on cost-effectiveness, so they often cannot sell at a very expensive price.
In contrast, slaves produced in the Legion, especially Triumph City, are more expensive.
Those slaves with brown hair and thin noses were like pure blood cows from the alpine ranch on the Sorat River. Although they were not so expensive that only ten thousand men could enjoy them, they would not be blessed to have no military achievements.
These slaves are usually digested internally by the Willant people. Only a very small number of cases will flow into the market, and only a few cases will be bought by aliens outside the Willant people.
The princes and nobles of the Xilan Dynasty had an almost fanatical obsession with the culture of the Willant people, and as a duke, he was no exception.
But this is the territory of the alliance, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself. It would be bad if the cooperation between the Empire and the Legion was delayed.
So he just said a pity, and focused on enjoying the delicious food on the plate, picked up the dining cloth and wiped his mouth gracefully, then took away the newspaper that he had not finished reading in Niyang's hand, and continued to appreciate the scandal of Sanctuary No. 70.
These high-ranking refuge residents are not good things.
Arrogant and arrogant.
This is true for Shelter No. 70, and it’s not the same as a triple-digit shelter.
End the wasteland?
A new era opened?
hehe.
A bunch of psychopaths.
He has lived in the Bharat Province for so many years, but why didn’t he feel that it was wasteland?
It's really ridiculous!
With a feeling of watching jokes, he slowly finished reading 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 instantly.
"French Fries Port welcomes new residents!A thousand Yue tribe refugees successfully arrived!》
The twisted expression at that moment was as ugly as if he had eaten a booster.
And the booster that popped out of his fingers flew back with a wall of gray.
It's really nonsense!
He clenched his right fist and angrily blew his angrily on the table, which made the dining plate on the table slam.
Hearing the movement in the middle of the lobby, the drinkers sitting around talking and laughing unconsciously let their voices lightly, and all cast surprise and curious eyes over there.
There are indeed people in this settlement that get epilepsy every now and then, but who will get epilepsy in this place where the shelter has the most residents?
Noticed the sight from the surroundings, the wolves soldiers standing behind the Duke of Galawa narrowed their eyes dangerously and responded to the pair of naked covetous eyes with warning eyes.
However, they obviously got the wrong object.
This is a river valley province with strong folk customs. Sitting here is a wastelander with blood licking at the knife. He doesn't frown when pointed at by a gun. Who would be frightened by the eyes?
The warning eyes were like the provocation of a baby. Everyone just looked over curiously, but they were glared for no reason, and they glared back with their eyes open.
Who doesn't have eyes?
Who do you look down on?
Old Hook, standing behind the bar, looked at the table in the middle with expressionless face, with his index finger on the alarm button under the counter, ready to call for reinforcements at any time.
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 two goatee beards made the cute Lisa cry.
She is not just the proctorate lady of the Highway Town Hotel, but is regarded as her daughter by him who has no children.
No one is allowed to bully her, whether it is the empire's ambassador or the empire's emperor.
adult……
Neyan, standing beside the Duke of Galawa, bowed quickly and whispered in a low voice.
There is no point in our temper here. Even if we beat them all over the ground, we cannot solve any problem, and we seem to have no spirit or mind... We should summon the administrators of the alliance and warn them from the empire to stop slandering us and take in those despicable Moon tribesmen.
Hearing Neyan's suggestion, Duke Galawa finally calmed down his anger a little, and while putting down the newspaper in his hand, he persuaded himself to calm down.
You are right, Niyan...Babru, let your men be low-key, the elephant does not need to care about the mice and ants at their feet, we do not need to be as knowledgeable as these untouchables.
Yes, sir.The man who looked like an iron tower behind him nodded slightly and looked at his subordinates silently.
The guards took back the murderous sight from around them and no longer had eye contact with these savage people.
Seeing that these wooden guys were no longer provoking, everyone lost their interest in Gonghuo and moved their eyes away from them with a pout.
However, after such a commotion, the focus of everyone's topics shifted from the headlines of the Goblin Observer to these strange guys.
Who are those guys?
I heard that he was the ambassador of the Xilan Empire.
Oh my god, I think I am a beggar who came to beg for food.
In just these two days, Shuguang City can hit an ambassador if he picks up a brick and throws it out.
Xilan?pulpy?
Haha, they really gave themselves a good name!
You can keep your voice down and don't let people hear it.
If you hear it, you will hear it. If you meet it on the wasteland, I will not only let them hear it, but also let them go down and send a message to my dead father.
Hahaha!
Those people were talking louder and louder, and they were becoming less and less concealed. After all, they did this in the wasteland.
Duke Galawa's brows twitched, his teeth clattered, and his elegant and decent appearance on his face became increasingly unable to hold back, and his rapid breath exposed his soaring blood pressure.
Those joking eyes made him feel uncomfortable.
In the final analysis, his mind is not as broad as he claims. After all, he is not a real elephant, and those sounds are not really coming from the mouths of mice or ants.
However, for the sake of the empire, he chose to endure.
Forced to calm down, Duke Galawa drew a hundred-dollar silver coin and threw it down, deliberately letting it fall on the greasy meal plate.
Keep the change, please.
The lard just rightly soaks the alliance badge on the front of the banknote, just like their conscience covered by lard, which is his carefully designed detail.
Everyone here has been humiliated.
Even if the humiliation is not so obvious.
Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, looked at the backs of the group of people in annoyance, moved his index finger away from the alarm button, and shouted perfunctorily.
Welcome to come again next time.
The big-horned deer god is above, this plague god must not come again next time.
Seeing the group leaving, Old Hook moved his gunshot-skinned leg, picked up the bill and wiped it, and took the plate away.
Back at the bar, he put down the plate. He opened the drawer of the cashier, deducted the money from the pork leg rice, counted out a few change and coins, walked through the kitchen curtain, found Lisa squatting in the corner, quietly wiped her tears, and squatted down to comfort her softly.
The group of guests left, and they... asked me to apologize to you. These are their apology tips. You should buy some desserts or beautiful clothes.
Lisa, holding her knees, raised her head and looked at the old man squatting in front of her with tears in her eyes. Her lips trembled for a long time, but she couldn't say a word.
It can be seen that she was crying sadly.
Maybe it has something to do with what happened before.
Old Hook could probably understand her feelings and knew why she couldn't speak, so he spoke to himself.
When we were in Highway Town, we often saw some guests from afar, and we could tell who was the slave and who was the master at a glance.It’s not because someone is wearing shackles and who is wearing guns, but their eyes...
In any case, a person who supports himself will definitely not be someone's slave.
As for those boring guys, who do they like to label and what they like to say, that's their business.We can't control the parrot's mouth, we are only ourselves.
Lisa's breathing gradually calmed down and she seemed to be feeling better.
With her red and swollen eyes, a reassuring smile bloomed on her face.
Thanks……
You're welcome, Old Hook grinned and reached out to rub the little girl's hair. I have to ask you to look at the front desk. It's time for me to take a break.
Um!Leave it to me!
Lisa nodded vigorously, raised her arm and wiped away the tears from her face, and ran out of the kitchen utility room like a gust of wind.
Looking at the little girl who disappeared behind the curtain, Old Hook did not get up, but sat on the ground with a grin, pressing his right hand on his legs.
As soon as this person relaxed, his bones rusted, and it hurt like this after squatting for a while.
Back then, he was also a tough guy who carried a hunting rifle and fought with plunderers, but now he was left with only the injuries he had suffered when he was young.
In the past, those blue jackets always called him Hooker, who was shot in the knee. Although he couldn't understand what that meant, the manager told him that it was a kind of honorific title, which expressed his recognition of him as strong as ever, so he didn't care. He liked that title over time.
But later, since he opened this hotel, his leg seemed to be hit by an arrow and became increasingly out of control.
Old Hook shook his head with a wry smile.
...Old.
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