Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Eighty Three

Westem, the city that never sleeps, the brightest pearl in the south of the Rhine Kingdom... Well, this adjective is only limited to night.

After the beginning of the great nautical era, rubber, copper and a large amount of metal ore from the outer continent entered Nabalun. Electric power applications that could not be popularized due to raw material problems gradually spread from the emperor of Kenya. Steam power plants have sprung up on the mainland. Large cities have sprung up everywhere.

However, hundreds of years have passed, and electricity is still a luxury item for most Nabalun people...

The reason why electricity cannot benefit the public is very simple: one is because the expensive electricity bills are not borne by ordinary income people-power plants often transfer the losses in the power transmission process to the end users' bills, and because of technology The backward relationship, the power transmission loss in this world is generally as high as 50% or more... It is even exaggerated than contemporary India.

Second, because the cables used to transmit electricity must be made of copper, all countries, including the Kenyan Empire, have serious cable thefts.

For cost and maintenance considerations, local power plants usually dominated by private individuals tend to refuse to send electricity and pull wires to areas with poor security. In most cities, only places with tightly guarded and tightly guarded gates can enjoy electrical appliances-in other words, Only the so-called rich areas and noble areas can see the brightly lit scene at night.

Westham is not a rich or aristocratic area, but the town of Westham has enough financial resources to pay for electricity and more enough strength to protect the cables and wires in the town. When night comes, this brightly-lit town It will become the most shining pearl within a radius of ten miles-a whole street of adult industry is concentratedly lit by electric lights and colorful lanterns, which can be more concentrated than the lights in the wealthy district of Inner City.

Every night, hunters from all directions gather in this feasting town, taking out a lot of silver and copper coins in their pockets. These merchants who paid for their original desires not only cultivated the red light district that opened their mouths like monsters and swallowed countless young men, women, teenagers and even children, but also fed more than half of the residents of the town.

Cardo Gold, forty-five years old, from Westham, captain of the militia, has friendship with the sheriff, has a wife and two children, and supports him in the two-story building where he has worked so hard for many years. He and his wife’s parents.

If outsiders only look at the superficial introduction, they will think that Mr. Gould is a respectable, responsible, and decent person with a family-oriented attitude. He patrols the town diligently and vigilantly every night. Protect the property of the town and the townspeople from infringement, so that women and children living alone can sleep peacefully.

But the actual situation is...Mr. Gold's militia patrols at night only cover the red light districts where electricity bills have been paid, not the ordinary townspeople's residential areas that can't pull the wires.

The targets of the militia are not burglars and **** who molest passers-by, but cable thieves, villains who escape orders, and drunks who make trouble in the street.

After all... the main income of the militiamen is not from ordinary townsfolk, but from the wealth of money, high-end clubs, clubs, bars, etc., but they are actually all brothel owners.

Of course, occasionally, Mr. Gould’s militia would take a less firm stand and do some careless things. For example, on the eve of the night, when they were patrolling at night, suddenly the whole group had eaten their stomachs and had to go to a certain name collectively. The team members went to the toilet at their homes; when they finally waited in line to exhaust the stock in their stomachs, they discovered that the Gold Coast clubhouse was suddenly attacked.

This is simply a tragedy. Twelve of the security guards (thugs) on the Gold Coast were seriously injured. Eighteen people entered the cemetery. The hundreds of entertainers who were taught ran away 90%. Even the boss himself, if not just right I am receiving a group of distinguished guests who are able to beat me. Maybe the funeral is going on right now.

Someone must be responsible for this extremely bad and serious incident. Mr. Gould had to reluctantly fire the two team members who prepared supper for the whole team, and sealed the roadside stall selling bad food, and removed the nail. The stall owner with all the dirt in the cracks drove out Westham.

Westham is a very vibrant town. This magical dream town will never be affected by one or two bad injuries. One day later, the Gold Coast Clubhouse has been replaced by a new owner. Take over, clean up and reopen.

When Mr. Gold led his team members on patrol through this "rebirth" high-end club, he did not see the slightest confusion, only the flower baskets at the door, the coolly dressed welcome ladies, and the endless stream. Guests coming in and out.

Of course, the signboard was changed anyway, from the Gold Coast to the Gold Coast.

Gould stood at the door and watched for a while, beckoned to a child who was carrying a basket and selling wine and snacks along the street. He threw two copper coins over, took the peanuts wrapped in newspapers from the child, and the crew carried them. She lowered her chin: "Go ahead and wait for me."

The old team patrolling with him gave Gould a tacit look and took the team away.

Gould chewed on peanuts and entered the Gold Coast...No, it should be called the Golden Coast from tonight. The thugs in the hall looked at the militia uniform on Gould's body, grinned and showed his yellow teeth, respectfully. Welcomed respectfully and led him into the manager's office.

The manager is a bald middle-aged man who looks about the same age as Gould. After a few words with the captain of the local militia, he smiled and took out a small packet the size of a child’s fist wrapped in newspaper from the drawer: "And The same as before, Captain Gould."

"I am happy to help you, sir." Gould reached out and took the paper bag, with a smile on his face.

The bald manager smiled again and took out a smaller paper bag: "This is your share, Mr. Gould, my boss asked me to greet you."

The smile on Gould's face is even brighter...

This time, the new boss is far more generous and caring than the last one.

The old man who used to work as a housekeeper in the southern plantation and took his life savings and the contacts given by the owner to Westham to run the brothel is the most mean and mean rich man Gould has ever seen, not only every time The money was delayed and delayed, and they always complained that people who only looked at circuits took too much.

Gould knew that Mr. Mayor and the sheriff were quite dissatisfied with the old dog. Otherwise, the reception under the hands of the new boss who took over here would not overlap so much with the reception of the "Gold Coast" before... Gao Delight saw several familiar faces just a short walk into the manager's room to collect money.

Of course, Gold didn't care about these... even if he was a native of Westem and had been the captain of the militia for more than ten years, he wouldn't be able to do such a lucrative business as a brothel.

Apart from anything else, there are not one or two decent gentlemen (nobles) standing behind. It is not easy to get the trust of the power plant to get power transmission, let alone make the masters above turn a blind eye to the source of prostitutes. Close one eye.

Touching the thick paper bag in his pocket, Captain Gould left the store contentedly and went to find his players.

Back on the street, Gould, who had been in charge of local security for many years, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's nine o'clock in the evening, the busiest moment in Westham. There are many coquettish young men and women and good-looking thugs standing in front of each store, and half-elder children running all over the street selling all kinds of food and snacks. The roadside stalls offering drinks, the waitresses who greet guests at the window of the bar, and the old prostitutes~women hiding in the alleys are all actively creating various movements to attract the attention of love seekers.

But... these voices disappeared on the street at this moment.

Even the voices of the unscrupulous pleasure seekers who need not to worry about anyone's scrutiny have disappeared.

Captain Gould raised his eyes suspiciously and looked around... and found that everyone on the street was staring in the same direction.

Whether it’s welcoming guests, thugs, half-year-old children, street stall owners and drinking guests, or the pleasure seekers, even standing in the alley with heavy makeup on their faces, It’s no longer possible to be taken in by a decent clubhouse, and the servants who hook up the guests can only sell a few copper coins in the street~prostitutes~women, all showing a high degree of similarity, as if seeing something difficult in the real world Faithful and unspeakable, the look of horror and trance.

Captain Gould frowned and scanned these weird people, then raised his foot and ran in the direction they were looking at.

After passing through the grotesque but strangely quiet crowd...Gold was also stupid.

Not only was he stupid, but the militia members who came here to wait for him early and were sitting at an open-air stall facing the street drinking, all had expressions on their faces similar to those of Gold.

In the middle of the street, a tall man in a gorgeous prom dress, perhaps probably a lady... was strolling in the middle of the street.

The prom dress on this lady is very gorgeous, as gorgeous as the color photos of noble ladies that Gould has seen in the magazine. The lace on the skirt may be more expensive than the average person’s living expenses for a whole year. In the eyes of the militia captain of a small town who had good eyesight like Gould and had seen the world, this costume would not appear rude even if it was worn into the king's ball.

But if you wear such a suit and walk on the streets of the red light district at night, among the bustling pleasure-seekers, it is obviously very out of place... No, it has reached a weird point.

What is even more bizarre is that this lady in a long skirt is so tall and strong that even formal mercenaries would be ashamed...

No one dared to stand in front of her many friends who had drunk some wine. Wherever she went, the crowd consciously and actively separated.

What's even more exaggerated is that she was looking around while walking.

Whenever she turned her face in a certain direction, the people in that direction, the more courageous and less knowledgeable, began to tremble in their legs and feet.

When Captain Gould passed through the sluggish crowd and saw this lady shopping in costumes, she happened to look sideways at the group of uniformed militiamen sitting in the open-air roadside stall drinking.

Gould only saw her profile face, and subconsciously leaned his upper body back.

Unfortunately, some of the players who saw their faces face up suddenly raised their hands to cover their mouths, some quickly looked away, and some turned pale...

This lady who seemed to have a distinguished identity and could afford to wear aristocratic dresses seemed to stare at the militiamen curiously for a long time before turning her head and continuing to walk in a generous and casual manner.

She walked farther, and Gould, who was stiffly stuck in the crowd, suddenly felt a strong sense of collapse...

This feeling is like a person walking on a mountain road and found a colorful poisonous snake crawling by his feet, and this poisonous snake did not take a bite at the ankle of a passerby—a little scared, a little frightened, and a little bit scared. The child feels light and unreal, as if having a nightmare.

Immediately, Gould felt wrong.

Westham is a paradise for men who can afford to pay, but it is not a distinguished lady who has never been here-once a baron took the profits of the manor and spent the whole summer and did not go home until the baroness Bringing a convoy of housekeepers and servants to the nursing home to catch the talent, he was carried back in a desperate manner.

How could the noble lady go out without a large number of entourage?

Thinking of this, the militia captain instinctively became alert and raised his eyes to the lady who was walking away.

Westem is located in the southernmost part of the Rhine Kingdom, very close to the Sorensen Mountains, and it is not uncommon for those lawless people in the Sorensen Mountains to have thoughts about it.

The thieves' group sending spies to Westham did not happen once or twice.

It's just that... Captain Gould, who had this idea, is not very sure about his own thoughts.

The eyeliner of the band of thieves, who is not good to come here, must come to such a high-profile, such a shocking world?

Captain Gould stood there thinking for a while and didn't come up with a clue, but let him ignore the weird lady, he always felt a little uneasy.

After much deliberation, Captain Gould decided to be more cautious, walked to the side of the wine stand and called the brothers, and stared at the lady who was fascinating the street.

The militia captain is still very authoritative. No one dared to resist the militiamen with a face of refusal, and they all bite the bullet to keep up...

The horror lady who had to be the "focus of the audience" wherever she went, walked to the end of the street, stopped, and took a trip to this bustling town road, which was completely unlike a remote town.

When she turned around, she shuddered uncontrollably when she saw Captain Gould who was facing upright.

He can be said to understand why the place where this lady walked, and the people who saw her face, all showed that gaffe...Can't hold it! Can't hold it at all!

It seems that Ms. Horror only noticed a group of uniformed militiamen following her at this moment, but she was not too surprised by this, but she looked at the group of militiamen casually and continued to go shopping according to her own purpose.

Wherever he went, a wooden chicken was once again scared...

This kind of "highly anticipated" treatment, the average lady would have been so ashamed to run away with her skirt and find a place where no one was there to hide and cry, but the horror lady just doesn't mind or care, she still walks slowly. Interesting, very novel, carefully "appreciating" the street scene.

She doesn't care, but the brothel who does business cares very much.

Such a character who has excessively affected the "town appearance" and made the love seekers "sex-induced" dangling in the street in two battles, do they still want to do business?

When Ms. Horror walked back halfway, several brothels~ thugs from the house came in groups and tried to negotiate with her...

The result... these fierce thugs who can usually stop children from crying at night, only stopped in front of Ms. Horror for ten seconds, barely said two unsatisfactory nonsense, and then broke up.

Captain Gould, who followed Ms. Horror, silently hid his face with his hands.

"Ms. Gold Coin, how can this end?" An old teammate whispered palely, "Captain, what if she doesn't leave?"

The militia team usually doesn’t have a good relationship with the thugs in the brothels~boths. Both sides think that the other party is a waste of idle food, but now... anyway, this group of militias is not in the mood to watch the jokes of these thugs-thugs If things that cannot be handled are reported to the sheriff, they will have to come forward.

The militia is very disgusted to clean up the mess for this group of nightclub thugs who usually show off their power.

Captain Gould's face was very heavy...After a while of silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll talk about it then."

Fortunately, the worst result did not appear...

The horror lady who walked the main road back and forth in the town seemed to have seen enough of the excitement. After returning to the gate of the town, she went straight out of the town and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

The gate of the town is also the militia. In peacetime, young women (and young men with good looks) are not allowed to leave Westham without a male partner. Even if they have a male partner, they will be repeated by the militia. Only after cross-examination and confirmation of the status of the freedmen can they be released-the prostitutes who deceived the guests to sympathize and try to get them to take them away~ There are so many women who have to be stopped by the militia every month.

This time... I guess from the skin condition that she should be a young Terrorist lady, and no one dares to stop it... Even after Ms. Terror walked away, the subordinate Captain Gould, who was "malfeasible", was still growing loose. Sighed.

After half an hour, Westham Town eased from the shock and gradually recovered its former vitality.

An hour later, Gould was called by the sheriff who had just learned the news and asked about the situation.

Sir Paulis, the sheriff of the peace, did not personally see how terrifying Ms. Terror was. He was furious at the release of suspicious personnel of unknown origin from the militia, and severely demanded that Gould cancel the militia's shift and keep all members on duty for at least five days. High-intensity patrol work to prevent possible thieves or even horse thieves from attacking.

Being attacked by the horse thieves group (the difference from the ordinary thieves group is that the robbers of the horse thieves group are all cavalry and have mounts). This kind of thing has happened in Westem. Each encounter suffered heavy losses, and Gold did not dare to have half of it. With a sentence of dissatisfaction, he came out from the sheriff and shouted at the brothers to call out all the people who were on duty.

Westham’s militia is made up of the strongest men among the adult men in the town. They hold the oily and watery rice bowls that the bosses of the happy field donate. Not only do they grow fat and strong, but they also have at least getting started. Class vocational training, equipped with armor weapons, combat effectiveness is not worse than the average small and medium mercenary regiment.

Due to the special nature of Westham and occasional incidents-almost every night there will be riots between squandered guests and drunk guests on the street, and it is very easy to escalate into **** conflict-militiamen are responding to sudden incidents. The incident can be considered as well-tested. Soon, armed patrol teams appeared inside and outside the town, watching every disturbance vigilantly.

Time passed slowly, two hours later, three hours later, four hours later, five hours later...

Until four o'clock in the morning, except for the many drunks on the street, and the arrest of a few servants and grooms who were disgusted with standing on the street ~ prostitutes ~ old and ugly women who refused to pay, there was no other situation.

Gould listened to the complaints of the team members, and considering that his status actually came from the team members instead of the instigating sheriff Sir Paulis, Gould decided to go against the guilty of patrolling outside the town for more than six hours. The hour-long team came back and let them go back to rest.

At five o'clock in the morning, the number of militiamen who were still patrolling inside and outside the town was reduced to just a few dozen.

Jimmy, the militia guarding the gate of the town, was already too sleepy. He couldn't help yawning, drinking the cheapest corn rum, and holding the last bit of energy to look at the empty town gate outside the guard.

It is actually a good fat man to watch the town gate. Although Westham does not charge the gate tax, if there are merchants among the guests who need to bring goods into the town while having fun, they need to send some small money to the militia.

However, this period of time for extra money is limited to the first half of the night, and there are no people in the second half of the night, and the people on duty can only do it.

Jimmy is still young, his father has no prestige in the town, and his life is mediocre. When his team has a turn to look at the gate of the town, he can't turn to him during the popular time... Only the living people can be seen in the second half of the night. He can sit on the duty post that symbolizes a certain identity when he gets off the drunken drunk.

There are three people in each rotation. Two veteran players who are also relatively marginal are not as honest as Jimmy. One relaxes without knowing where to hide, and the other lies directly in the lounge behind the duty post.

After drinking the last bit of corn rum, Jimmy walked out of duty and put the empty bottles under the roadside corner-by daybreak, there will be trash pickers happily taking away the bottles drunk by the militiamen. These are rough. The blue glass bottle full of bubbles can be exchanged for a copper coin. Jimmy also did this kind of work when he was young.

The cold wind in the early morning made Jimmy tremble, and from the alley closer to the town gate came out again. I don’t know which drunkard whore~ the woman’s howling, Jimmy looked at the dark alley in disgust, then turned and fell. Back to duty post.

Jimmy, who grew up in Westham, has no good feelings about the prostitutes~women and men~prostitutes on this street, because he has seen people who were swept out of the brothel after he was a teenager and couldn't do it after he was restored to his freedom. Clean and self-conscious, still shamelessly stay in this street, no matter how old, ugly and poor men are willing to strike up a conversation, just to exchange the rotten flesh for more bread money.

When he was about to enter the duty post, Jimmy suddenly saw a little white thing out of the corner of his eye.

He stopped, turning his head in doubt.

There is a telephone pole not far from the duty post, and an energized street lamp hangs on the pole. Although the brightness is not high, it can provide a certain view to the militiamen on duty, and can clearly see the space within more than ten meters outside the town gate.

A little further away under the street light, there was a small white, not very smooth-looking thing, floating abruptly at a height of a person.

Jimmy stared at this thing in confusion for a long time. Driven by curiosity, he left the duty post again, and walked out of the town gate lightly...

There are two rows of trees at the gate of the town. There are colored lights on the trees. The lights on the trees will be powered on in the first half of the night, and will be turned off when there are no guests coming in the second half of the night.

Jimmy went over the telephone pole and found... this small piece of white thing seemed to cling to the tree, hiding in the shadow under the tree.

Jimmy's eyes turned cold and he pulled out his saber silently.

If the lantern at the entrance of the town is stolen, the guardian will be fined.

Jimmy hates unruly people the most, and he is determined to teach this person who dares to steal the lantern while he is on duty.

He approached the man hiding under the tree cautiously and step by step, and clenched the handle of the knife.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters.

As if he knew that he couldn't hide, the person hiding under the tree moved a little and turned his face awkwardly...

Jimmy finally saw the thief who stole the lantern.

It was... a face without flesh.

No skin, no facial muscles, no nose...just a bare skull.

Jimmy opened his mouth and stared blankly at the bare skull.

Two seconds later, the young man's throat made a faint, almost inaudible grunt, and his eyes rolled up.

As the saber fell to the ground with a "clang", Jimmy also fell softly.

Before he went into a coma, Jimmy had only one thought in his mind: the white thing he saw was the back of the skull...

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