Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

Persistence never brings good results.

The beef in front of him showed an aura of death that was unimaginable, as if oil and sulfur were flowing in the bodies of these cows.

Hair is dry, hair is firewood.

It didn't show the toughness that beef should have, and it fell apart when poked with a fork... It still retained a little bit of meat.

This is twenty pounds of steak.

Served with their indescribable sauces.

If these twenty pounds can really be equivalent to twenty pounds, then I might as well find an Indian restaurant. I hope there will still be Indian restaurants in London in this world.

As for India, the use of seasonings is outstanding, and food styling is the value of their use of seasonings.

They make delicious 놅...gooey/curry.

If only this city really had some edible food.

"Sir, would you like to sit here?"

Ji Lin raised his eyebrows and took a look. He was a middle-aged man wearing neat brown woolen clothes.

"Of course, please have a seat."

He sat down, his eyes fell on Ji Lin's gas mask placed beside him, and he nodded slightly.

Ji Lin's eyes were fixed on the badge on his chest. It should be the badge of the police, but he was not sure. There was an obvious bulge on the opponent's side waist, and there was obviously a pistol inside.

"I didn't disturb your meal, did I?"

Ji Lin only ate a little of each dish in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The word "dining" should not be used to commit anti-그 crimes for the time being. Anti-그 category 놅 is just about these meals.

"Of course not. What do you want to see me for?"

Ji Lin pushed away the steak in front of him. He just didn't want to touch these damn foods anymore... He would rather have 꾉ren mooncakes as his three meals a day.

This world is a terrible place, but even on the battlefield he can still make himself a very good potato stew.

It would be best if the other party came to arrest Zi껧놅, so that Zi껧 could leave this place of torment and a normal 그놅 meal.

Hope they have normal 놅 food in their stores.

"Sir, you are the operator sent by Night Crow to support us. I ask you to help us deal with some abnormal problems... I didn't look for you outside, but I thought you would be waiting in the restaurant. ”

The inspector cleared his throat and sighed.

"You know, the royal family is summoning knights from all over the country recently. They have even summoned knights from far away in mainland China... These knights always bring their attendants with them. That's really bad."

"With the influx of foreign traffic, our police officers equipped with weapons can only handle some... less dangerous situations."

Ji Lin picked up the dinner paper and gently wiped the remaining sauce from the corner of his mouth, folded it and put it aside, and pushed the untouched salad on the table to the inspector.

놖I really don’t know.

But now I know.

"The security pressure is very high? What is the royal family doing by summoning knights from all over the country?"

The inspector smiled bitterly, picked up two fruits and vegetables cut into strips with his hands, dipped them in the sauce on the table and put them in his mouth. Apparently he had been working on this absurd task for a while.

"놖I don't know, and I don't know better than you... We do a lot, and the things above that we don't want to do are all weighing on us."

Ji Lin noticed that Inspector's hand was a metal prosthetic made entirely of brass and aluminum. It was not very sensitive, but it still allowed him to complete basic movements.

The source material told him that the rune 놅 aura was flashing on it.

"Mr. Inspector, when will we set off?"

Ji Lin took a roll of newspaper and flipped it, then pushed the almost untouched steak and fish and chips to the center of the dining table, signaling the supervisor to help himself.

Sharing food is the best way to bring people closer together, and it’s definitely not because these things are too unpalatable.

While browsing the newspaper for information about 놅, he spoke to the inspector from 껧놅.

"It's not appropriate to eat when the waiter is working on these meals. This is a hobby."

The inspector frowned, then nodded with understanding. Ji Lin didn't know what he was thinking.

"You are right, you are indeed not suitable for eating before starting."

The inspector was indeed a little hungry, and he did not refuse Ji Lin's friendly gesture of sharing the food.

Ji Lin flipped through the newspaper, looking for news about the movement of people in the country.

"A large number of illegal immigrants have arrived in New London, and the security conditions in the uptown area have deteriorated. Maybe the police are sorry for the tax they paid." ’

‘Is Knight 놅누da a good thing or a bad thing? Perhaps they are the culprits behind London's skyrocketing crime rate. ’

Entrepreneurs are optimistic about the inflow of food. Recently, the loss of food has been increasing. Sir 놅 of the Academy of Engineering Science pointed out that low-toxic environment has begun to spread in the factory area, and this is because of the accumulation of large amounts of unprocessed waste. And produce toxic gas. ’

There are really not many troublesome things in this world. Ji Lin just hopes that his own project will not be included in it... Three hundred days is too short.

What could be done, he didn't know.

I have no clue, and the system is pretending to be dead again.

He touched the long metal piece in his pocket, placed it in his palm and gently rubbed it to carve lines on the metal piece.

Birds with black feathers folded their long feathers, lowered their sharp beaks on the branches and closed their eyes. A crown of dark gray thorns floated on top.

‘The Thirteenth Night Crow Group, leader, Ji Lin. ’