Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

"... Knight Commander, why haven't the players received their salaries this month?"

"I've already said that because of this chivalrous expedition, the players are highly suspected, and your salaries are already under surveillance. If you want to take your money, wait until the chaos pollution is cleared."

"But there is a problem with our salaries, can't we just change the money? Why do you want to withhold it directly?"

"Because every sum of money has its own mark, it is impossible to change it."

Looking at the tall, steel-clad knight in front of him, the player looked aggrieved and wanted to argue, but was soon interrupted by the knight impatiently.

"You players have always been two-faced and have no concept of loyalty. For you dishonest rats, it is normal to withhold your salary for a year. Because you have no loyalty at all, you casually release news in your so-called internal communication gatherings.

Do you think we don't know? What have you players done relying on your so-called immortality, how can we not know?

Give up this idea, you players are all the same.

Don't say you are different, we are too lazy to distinguish whether you are loyal or not. You can even sell your soul to the dark gods. We didn't kill you directly because of the mercy of the Lady of the Lake. You'd better be careful."

"But, I..."

"Hmm?"

Seeing that the player still wanted to argue, the knight snorted coldly and pulled out the long sword in his hand a little. The cold light made the player swallow his saliva, honestly closed the door, and left the monastery dejectedly.

The players' chaotic evil behavior will eventually make their own race pay. With those chaotic behaviors, as well as the so-called clever operation of betraying and informing the competitors of the news, it eventually caused widespread anger and dissatisfaction in Bretonnia and the major order parties.

Many regions began to expel individual players, and even expelled the entire player group as a whole. Some even planned to imprison them in the dungeon, hanging there half-dead forever. The people here are not NPCs. If there is any information leak or problem, everyone can easily find common ground by comparing the intelligence.

The players are afraid of chaos in the world, and their own characteristics of not dying have made them a group of fun people. There are traces of players in nine out of ten places.

In such a harsh environment, it is natural to imagine what kind of attitude the players can have.

Other places are okay, after all, civilized society is just expulsion. But in the old world, where people eat people without spitting bones, it is normal to give you a little sweetness to let you work happily for a while, and then let you get out without giving anything. You dare not kill people.

If you want to kill people, the opponent will dare to use the mage to directly extract the souls of the players and torture them forever. This made the players' state difficult to move forward.

The previous joy and chaotic actions will eventually lead to their own bad consequences.

Faced with this situation, many players have no place to use their strength.

You can control your own hands and feet, can you control the hands and feet of other players? Many players come in with a natural sense of superiority. What's wrong with rummaging through boxes and taking some of your things after helping with work?

Fortunately, it is still difficult to identify players. Generally speaking, it is impossible to just find someone and chop off his head to prove that he is a player. When entering the latent stage, there are still a small number of players who successfully settled in the city and even became influential people.

In this case, these people have become a shelter for players, and only in these places can there be real news.

Pushing open the door of the underground tavern, the young player looked at the familiar bartender wiping the wine glass and sighed a little tiredly, and listed three big coins.

"You have been wiping the glasses here, without thinking about anything... Give me a glass of beer, and it must be good."

"Oh? I don't mind if you want to be a bartender. But are you willing?"

The bartender didn't look angry, just casually took the money, then put the beer glass under the barrel and turned on the tap.

If it was two months ago, the players in the Cologne Tavern would definitely make a fuss or make a fuss at this time. But after the Knight King has returned and the chivalrous knights have returned to their hometown, these players who occupied the ecological niche have quickly declined.

Are there demons? The knights will fight without money.

Clean the barn? Since it is the territory of the Knight Master, the serfs should move, right?

The mission of the Chamber of Commerce? The Knight King has returned, so Bretonnia must have a harmonious government, how can there be any missions from the Chamber of Commerce? The whole Bretonnia is a pastoral scene, with one heart and one mind. At first, the players thought it was a joke, but soon found that Bretonnia really didn't want them.

The positions occupied by players are only those that are left after the Knight King takes all the knights to participate in the Green Tide. This blank period is also the time when serfs can move around and try to get promoted.

And obviously, the players who are not locals do not know this news. They are just enjoying their so-called special status as players.

After the real Bretonnian knights returned, the citizens who had long been fed up with them drove the insects directly into the sewers. However, the rats in the underground were quite fond of the players, thinking that they might be a more remote branch of the rats. It was considered to be peaceful.

Now, the players who once shouted at the door of the Chamber of Commerce can only hold a sip of beer full of foam and noisy flavors, and sigh helplessly.

"Where can we make money in this world... It costs money to worship a god. What kind of a hell world is this?"

"In a world with real gods, this is the channel for promotion, and of course it will be controlled to a certain extent."

Blowing away the stains, the bartender said easily:

"That is the only way to be promoted in one leap. Anyone should pay more attention to it than life. How can you not be watched by those old guys? Unless you are blessed by the gods, you have to pay to go in and worship, and it depends on luck."

"Damn it, why don't we players have the protection of gods?"

"The gods of players..."

Looking at the mumbling regular customers, the bartender paused and gave an answer.

"I heard that a very strange church appeared in Hope City. It is said to be very effective and can gain abilities by killing demons."

"Hope City? Wasn't that damn place surrounded by the Chaos War Gang a month ago?"

The interest that was barely raised disappeared instantly, and the player looked at the bartender and said with some dissatisfaction.