Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"Hello, I'd like to borrow it...Thank you very much."

A man wearing a platinum burqa and covering himself with a hood stood in front of her. He politely asked the lady blocking the entrance to leave, and told the guards guarding the door of the Governor's Palace. They showed the license in their hands - a bag of golden gold.

The guards weighed the gold in their hands, and there was no change in their serious faces. They just indifferently made way for this guy who was willing to take out the gold to meet the governor.

Here, in addition to legal currency, only gold, a rare metal, can best prove its value.

She blinked. She seemed to be in a trance just now. She saw that the person had no ears?

The scholar shook his head. How could there be people without ears and tails in this world? She turned around and walked towards the bar that the Governor introduced to her.

But the most important thing now is to find a ship willing to take her to the super large floating island 꺘. If possible, it is best to hire a team of guards.

A journey of hundreds of kilometers is never considered safe. She is just a metaphysical scholar and a non-combat spellcaster.

She knew a little about basic self-defense spells, but she knew that it was impossible to fight against the dangerous environment.

Stepping into the bar, she saw a handsome man with pointed ears standing in the center of the bar saying something.

He used his own voice to persuade the mercenaries that as long as they were willing to open up an empty island for him, he would give 20% of the proceeds to the mercenaries, and he would provide the mercenaries with weapons and equipment that they could use. Ships will also be provided to safely transport mercenaries/adventurers to the island.

The mercenaries were still noisy, changing cups and cups. Most of them were unmoved by his opinions and indulged in exchanging information.

Who came back from which caravan's empty island? The environment there is not good, so don't go there; who took the noble son from which family to see what attractions and which high-security areas had good scenery? Who couldn't be picked up? I can only go to the dock to move boxes to make ends meet, and recommends several delicious and cheap dock restaurants.

Pointed ears are a very rare species, and she can occasionally see them in the college where she studied. They often keep their own feathers. Birds that hate feathers will pluck out the feathers behind their own ears, leaving a clean neck.

Miss Scholar sat at the bar, pushed a small coin in front of the boss, and ordered a glass of wine for herself. While he was mixing drinks, she listened with interest to this pointy-eared preaching. Even she was a little moved by the conditions he offered.

"Things that have swallowed floating stones for a long time even contain extremely small amounts of floating stones in their blood. We use their blood as a medium to prepare a wine that is unique to this world... Miss, you have really come to the right place. ”

The bar owner laughed twice, and he could tell at a glance that she was an outsider, and placed a glass of mixed wine in front of her.

"This is not a metaphor, you will really feel that your body becomes lighter. A very small amount of floating stone will be exhausted after releasing the last bit of energy in the mixture, and will not have any impact on your body. "

"Thank you, um..."

She took a sip and felt the spicy smell rushing straight into her brain. Before her body could lighten up, her brain was about to get confused.

She really shouldn't try this glass of wine out of curiosity. The purpose of ordering this glass of wine is just to have a chat with the boss who is among the adventurers.

"Ha, you guys who look at civilization are not very good at drinking. I thought I could drink something... For the sake of the gold coins, this glass of milk is for you."

The bar owner was very open-minded and put a small glass of milk in front of her, letting her neutralize the spicy taste in her mouth.

"Tell me what you want to know."

"I want a fleet that can escort me to the island No. 꺘. The budget is within five hundred gold."

She raised the small cup, drank the milk in it, and recovered from her dizziness.

"Oh...if you said some time ago, maybe someone would go with you, but now...you might have to go on your own?"

The bar owner sat across from her, humming softly a song that she didn't understand, and wiping the clean and shiny glass.

"This period is the migration period. Even caravans traveling have to fill up their own guards. No matter how much you give, you can't hire people from here."

"As for the island No. 꺘... Some time ago, a group of guys who were not afraid of death wanted to go to the island group centered on the No. 꺘 island. There is no news yet. It has not been developed and is full of gold... Ha, who knows those ghosts? What danger is there?"

Moreover, there are always more people leaving the city than coming back, but there are never fewer adventurers gathering in the bar.

"Recently, there have been rumors about monsters near Island 꺘 in Yate City, and no team dares to go there. If your goal is the main island of Island 꺘, then I suggest you go back immediately and wait for 꺘 years In five years, the development team may not be as risky as it is now.”

"Is this your suggestion?"

Miss Scholar drank a sip of the water that had just been pushed in front of her, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad. The hiring price here has far exceeded her imagination. She originally thought that she could complete the hiring by preparing double the money, but now it seems... too difficult.

"My suggestion is that since you have spent the ticket money to enter the sky island, it is better to ask our team of bards and mercenaries to take you to experience the surrounding scenery. It is safe and can give you a different experience. At least it’s a worthwhile trip?”

The bar owner pointed to the people playing the piano and singing in the distance. They were singing about the beauty of the sky island world.

"I said, I have people I know over there to contact... Is there really no way?"

She hesitated for a moment, then reached into her robe and touched the hard and cold pocket watch, and she immediately felt at ease.

"With your budget, you can buy the most common long-distance boat in the port... If you still have some left, maybe you can try to find a team of adventurers who are new here."

The bar owner thought about it and gave her a more reasonable plan.

"How should I find a team that just came to Sky Island?"

Miss Scholar took a deep breath and began to ask.

"Did you see the boastful guy in the middle of the bar? The team that just came to Sky Island were interested in moving after hearing his words... This is all a life-changing business. There is no way to draw the pie first and pay later. I can see it It seems that he wants to trick the mercenaries into dying for him. Who can provide this guarantee to prove that 20% of the proceeds from the mineral veins and properties will be in their own hands after the development is completed. "

The bar owner sneered and pointed at Pointy Ears, who was standing in the tavern and kept trying to trick the adventurers into following him. It was obvious that a few newcomers were interested in the conditions he proposed and were willing to serve as pawns to die.

"Remember, here, those guys who do things first and pay later are either fools, or their target is not the employment fee in your hand."

"The governor also told me so...Ah, by the way, do you think there are people without ears in this world?"

As she recalled it, she suddenly thought of the guy who had covered himself tightly that she accidentally spied in front of the Governor's Palace, and she couldn't help but have some extra curiosity.

"I don't know, but everyone who can dock and enter Yate has paid taxes to the governor, and the goods they sell will also be taxed by the governor."

The bar owner did not answer her questions face-to-face, but began to wipe the table with a rag and put away the liquor she had only sipped a small amount of.

Who cares where they come from as long as they provide revenue to the city.