Alien world

Chapter 934 Chapter 165. Transformation

"Cough cough cough..."

As we walked into the residential area, we heard bursts of coughing all around us.

The dilapidated house was crumbling, the windows were broken, and the cold wind whistled through the holes, ruthlessly depriving the house of the thin warmth. On the wall, mottled graffiti was vaguely visible.

The pedestrians on the street looked numb, their clothes were tattered, covered with dirt and stains. Some of them were wandering aimlessly, while others were lying on the side of the street, covered with tattered blankets, breathing weakly and rapidly.

Sewage flowed freely around them like black snakes. Rats bigger than cats with bloodshot eyes darted past on the street, oblivious to the people around them. No one paid any attention.

They were dying, and it didn't matter whether it was hunger, disease, or rats that killed them.

Francois initially thought this was a slum, but the gang leader said that except for the inner city, there were slums everywhere outside, and they became bad guys just to survive...

"what's your name?"

"Salted Fish Gang." The boss thought he was asking for the name of the gang.

"Salted Fish Gang?"

He said timidly: "I hope everyone can have endless salted fish..."

Even their dreams are so simple.

The Salted Fish Gang’s lair was quite nice, a two-story detached house with two thugs holding wooden sticks guarding the door.

"Boss—"

Before they could ask, the boss spoke up: "This is our distinguished guest! Open the door!"

The two thugs mistook Francois for an inner city noble, and revealed complex emotions of both expectation and hatred.

The Salted Fish Gang has done its best to make their lair look grand, but in Francois's eyes they are still like villagers who have picked up a purse - they put any good things they see into their home.

The wall was filled with oil paintings, animal specimens, and curtains, all of which were dirty. From the door to the main seat, there were wolf skins, bear skins, lion skins, and deer skins, making it look like it was patched.

On the left is a row of beds on the ground, and on the right is a bonfire with a hanging pot, which is totally out of place.

There was no salted fish... After all, Xing'er City was still hundreds of miles away from the coast. As for why they thought of salted fish... Maybe they had heard the story of "one salted fish for a month"...

That was because the Xingyue Bay salted fish was unsalable, so they promoted it in order to sell more.

It feels good... so let's start from here.

Francois thought to himself and said, "From now on, I am the boss of the Salted Fish Gang. Who has any objection?"

The boss and the thugs remained silent, but the gatekeeper thug shouted angrily: "I have an opinion!"

Francois narrowed his eyes and instantly turned into a shadow and appeared beside the gangster who spoke. He twisted his body and kicked him down with a whip kick, then stepped on him.

"What about this time?"

The boss and the thugs were silent, but the thugs at the bottom of the feet struggled to raise their heads and shouted: "The Salted Fish Gang can only have one boss..."

Francois just thought that he didn't expect that a gangster could be so brave, so he shouted with all his strength:

"That's you!"

……

Compared to the Free City, Count Urmit's "Violet Garden" is neither legitimate nor reasonable, let alone a garden.

Want to know what it looks like? Just draw a random village and paint the area around it blue.

They were even reluctant to build a castle.

As if he understood Annan's expression, Count Urmite said awkwardly: "The castle is too big, there will be no space left after it is built..." This is Annan's fault, and also Count Urmite's fault. As for why he blamed Annan... it was because Annan's Free City was flourishing, which gave Count Urmite an idea.

He had a good idea. The Violet Kingdom was gone, the royal family and nobles were either dead or fled, and he was the only noble still holding on to the old land. He could legitimately inherit the kingdom's legacy, which meant he had money.

Buy a floating city, and there will be survivors to seek refuge, and then there will be people.

Now that I have money and people, maybe in the future I will have the opportunity to change my identity from Count Urmite to Urmite I.

However, he underestimated the consumption of the floating city and overestimated the speed of accepting the inheritance...

Even if they sent everyone around them out to dig for treasure, the treasures they brought back in the past few months would not be nearly as much as they could earn as part-time mercenaries.

Quite a few remnants did come, but they were either old nobles who asked for power, or refugees so thin that the orcs shook their heads and walked away.

Count Urmit walked to the window, looked out and sighed: "It's great... Compared to your city, my floating city is like a remote countryside."

If it weren't for Annan's continuous blood transfusion, Count Urmit would have run to Middle-earth in disgrace and found a place to land.

"It will be fine. The coalition will deal with the ratmen, and we will deal with the Kingdom of Rikanal." Annan comforted.

"What are you going to do with those sons of bitches?"

"Learn from the rats and hollow out the foundations of the Kingdom of Rekanel bit by bit."

Annan told him about the distribution of leaflets.

"Too slow." Count Urmit complained.

"No way. You can't expect a territory that was built two years ago to confront a kingdom that has existed for hundreds of years, even if it is incredibly weak now."

If Liberty City were to attack it, it wouldn't just be the Kingdom of Rakanel that would be afraid.

"Are you going to continue north?"

"No, Liberty City will stay here for a while."

The north is too dangerous. Demons, ratmen, and even the Kingdom of Rekanel have the power to take down Free City.

Count Urmit laughed happily: "Then I will stay in your city for a few more days."

"welcome any time."

Annan also took Earl Urmit on a tour. As a northerner, and a northerner as burly as a bear, the earl unsurprisingly liked the arena, the tavern, and the camps of several large legions.

"What a great group of guys! In five years... no, three years, they will be the real elite."

Annan smiled. In his heart, they already were.

What Earl Urmit coveted most was not the Hellfire or foreign aid legions, but the Punishment Legion...more than 300 mages. If he had these soldiers, he would dare to attack the royal capital!
When we reached the last camp, Annan introduced them: “They are also a group of criminals.”

Count Urmit looked at the neat formation in the open space with suspicion: "But they look like a group of real soldiers."

"They are indeed soldiers, soldiers from the Kingdom of Rakanr."

That's right, Annan took back the guards that the Kingdom of Rekanel sent to the Empire to participate in the victory parade and accepted the transformation of Free City.

On one side is the crumbling Doomsday Kingdom that has betrayed many people, and on the other side is the rising and popular Liberty City. It is not difficult to choose which one.

"The effect is good. They have begun to agree with the concept of Liberty City. This is what a warlock should do," said Annan.

"This is what a succubus should do..."

"You are drunk, Count."

(End of this chapter)