This Game Is Too Realistic

Roundabout Governor's Palace.

Channing walked into the office as usual, threw the newspaper he bought on the desk, and prepared to start a new day of drinking tea and reading newspapers.

As soon as he sat down on the chair, a pungent fishy smell made him frown involuntarily.

"What does it smell like?"

Why does it stink so much!

Channing stood up and walked to the window. He planned to open the window to get some air, but as soon as he opened the window a crack, a stench blew into the house along with the sea breeze.

He narrowed his eyes at the smell, and this time he finally figured out where the smell that hit his nose came from.

After closing the window, he pinched his nose and walked to the door of the office, waving to the secretary in the next room to come over.

"Damn...what are you doing at the port? Why is there such a strong smell!"

The secretary Xianyi was also very embarrassed and said helplessly when faced with the Governor's question.

"...the cargo ship Mistral that just docked brought over a thousand pieces of skins."

"Tanpi?!" Channing looked at him blankly and said subconsciously, "How can the tangpi be so smelly?!"

The secretary said with a grimace.

"It's the kind that's just been peeled off a foreign species. Not only is the blood and grease not clean off, but it also looks like it's been fermented for a period of time."

"The skin just peeled off the alien species?" Channing stared in surprise, "Where did they get it from?"

Thousands of freshly peeled skins...

That’s not a small amount!

Although residents of the thirteen islands in the southern sea occasionally sail to the beaches in the south of Baiyue Province to hunt, even experienced hunters often dare not stay for too long. They can only bring back a few in one trip. One or two prey is a big deal.

The main food sources of each island are fish in the sea and farmed algae extracts, as well as grains and livestock occasionally sold here from Silver Moon Bay.

He has never heard of any port that can produce so much leather——

etc.

Channing suddenly thought of the alliance's station on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait. Those people had previously sent congratulatory messages to the federal authorities of the South Islands through the radio station on the round island in the name of "French Fries Port".

He originally just regarded those people as a joke, thinking that they would not last long before giving up, but he did not expect that those people actually endured it? !

As if confirming his guess, the secretary swallowed and said.

"I heard from the people on the patrol that the Mistral was imported from the settlement at the east exit of the Baiyue Strait...that's the French Fries Port."

Channing was silent for a while, took a deep breath and said.

"I see."

Looking at the governor who looked heavy and didn't know what he was thinking, the secretary nodded carefully and turned around to go back to his office next door.

But the moment he put his hand on the door handle, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, almost touching his nose.

Before he could see clearly who was coming in, an aggressive voice blew in along with the wind brought by the door panel.

"Mr. Governor! We must take care of that ship!"

Seeing the man striding into the office, Channing, who was standing next to the desk, pressed his eyebrows and winked at the secretary standing at the door.

"Go get Stilwell a cup of tea."

"Mr. 嗽."

The secretary nodded, glanced at the rude guy, turned around and walked out, closing the office door behind him.

After watching the door close, Chaning looked at the angry port office manager and said in a gentle tone.

"You sit down first -"

"Don't waste time." The man named Stilwell waved his hand, interrupted him rudely, and continued aggressively, "I don't understand why you are so tolerant to those guys! We are the Southern Islands. The Federation's settlement is not the Alliance's settlement! They can rub their skin on our port today, but they can sell their butts under our noses tomorrow!"

Channing coughed.

"That shouldn't mean...they've behaved themselves so far."

"You call this obeying the rules?" Stilwell walked to the window, pointed at the two cargo ships outside the window and said angrily, "Now the whole port smells of rot! Those who didn't know better thought it was No. 70 The biological weapons sent to us by the shelter!”

"But there is indeed no rule that ships docked in the port cannot wash clothes on their own decks..." Seeing Stilwell staring directly at him, Channing also felt that his statement was a bit far-fetched, so he coughed dryly. He said in a loud voice, "Well, one week...if the ship is still here with us and refuses to leave after one week, I will give it an ultimatum."

"You said the same thing last week!" Stilwell said unceremoniously, "Give them a week! You might as well give it until next month!"

Being exposed mercilessly to his face, Channing's expression was awkward, and he was even more annoyed, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Well, I admit it, I just didn't dare to blast those guys away because I was worried about the Alliance's reaction. Is there any problem with this? We are fighting against Shelter 70, and the current situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable to us. Once those old turtles close the door, everything will be fine, and we still have to be responsible for the food, drink, and food of millions of people! We also have to supply the federal navy! If you offend those people now, do you know what this means?"

Stilwell said with a sneer.

"More than two thousand kilometers apart, can they still fight over directly?"

Seeing this guy's indifferent expression, Channing also chuckled.

"I'm not kidding, they really have this ability. I heard that our guys in the north fell into trouble at the hands of those guys."

Looking at Stilwell, who was starting to look uncomfortable, Channing grabbed the teacup on his desk and took a sip, moistened his throat and continued.

"If I were them, there is no need to go to such trouble. I just need to say hello to the Humpback Kingdom and cut off the route from Silver Moon Bay to us. Guess how many people on this island have to drink the northwest wind? You Are you sure you want me to take this risk and do something so thankless?"

The corners of Stilwell's mouth twitched.

"Are we just going to endure it like this?"

"There's no harm in being generous at all," Channing shrugged, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Since they are not paying late fees according to the rules, we will let them keep the money according to the rules, and they can't do it anyway. Just stay here...or do you have a better idea?"

There was no sound in the office for a while.

Ren Xian, the port office official, couldn't think of a better way. He moved his lips for a long time but didn't say a word.

At this moment, the office door opened, and the secretary who had gone out to make tea walked in from the outside carrying a tray.

"Mr. Stilwell, your tea."

Stilwell glanced at the teacup on the tray and then at the incompetent governor. Finally, he suppressed his words and walked out of the office through the open door without saying anything.

He still felt that the Governor's Office on the Ring Island was too soft on the Alliance.

However, he also admitted that just as the guy said, facing the behemoth of the Alliance, they really had no other option besides maintaining restraint...

…

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sun quickly turned from the east to the west, and then sank into the sea, leaving layers of sparkling golden color on the blue waves in the distance.

The loaders and unloaders squatting on the dock were blowing the sea breeze and drinking beer. They leisurely looked at the cargo ship not far away covered with blood and grease foam, and the busy girls on the deck of the cargo ship.

From about four o'clock in the afternoon, there was no smell at the dock.

Some of the women used mops to scrub, some rubbed with their hands, and some used knives to scrape the skin cleanly.

Then they scooped up bucket after bucket of sea water from the sea and poured it on the skinny face.

Under the wash of buckets of sea water, the smelly minced meat and fat have been washed into the sea and become bait for the fish.

After rinsing the skins, the girls hung them on brackets made of wooden strips and arranged them neatly on the deck like rows of sails.

Those "sails" became a roadblock in the sky.

A short-haired girl and a big white bear were running wildly around those leather supports, playing hide-and-seek with a group of laughing children.

Of course, they are not all making it more difficult for those who are busy drying their skin.

When it was necessary to repeatedly beat the surface of the skin with a wooden stick, the two living treasures put in a lot of effort.

Seeing one person and one bear playing hide-and-seek with the children, many children had knowing smiles on their faces.

I always feel like I haven’t seen this scene for a long time...

The other side of the deck.

About twenty girls of about sixteen years old, under the guidance of an old woman, rubbed buckets of marine grease on the inside of their skin.

These marine exotic oils are rich in unsaturated fatty acids and will slowly oxidize in hot and humid environments. The resulting polymer will wrap the collagen fibers in the inner layer of the skin, giving it a soft texture and excellent hydrophobicity. , and the aldehydes produced combine with other oxides and skin collagen fibers to produce a tanning effect.

The technical steps of tanning leather are far more than these, and also include a series of procedures such as soaking in alkaline water, rinsing, etc.

However, after completing these operations, the rot of the skin was basically stopped, and the value of these goods, which were originally worth only a few hundred thousand silver coins in total, more than doubled.

If they are all dragged to Silver Moon Bay, one piece of goods can be sold for at least one thousand silver coins! A thousand pieces is a million!

This does not include the blood mink and other high-quality goods included in it.

The entire desert royal family will be crazy about you!

However, although these skins are priceless, they are not as attractive to the old men sitting on the dock as those exotic girls.

Especially this kind of water-intensive work will inevitably make the clothes wet.

Many young young men in high spirits felt their mouths dry and their eyes watery, and they could only drink beer one bottle after another.

Thanks to this, the taverns on the dockside have lost a lot of business.

"Are they from the Yue Clan?"

"Yes."

"The statue is no different from other people who come here from Borneo."

"By the way, this ship has been parked here for more than a week, and this is the first time I see them all standing on the deck."

"I'm even more surprised how so many people squeezed onto the boat."

A young man with slightly curly hair scratched the back of his head and looked at his partner beside him and asked.

"I still can't figure it out. Why did the Xilan Empire... drive away these hard-working girls? Why don't we just give them work?"

He has never seen such a hard-working person.

They can work non-stop from noon to dusk under the scorching sun, no matter they are a girl of eleven or twelve years old or a very old man.

This is simply incomprehensible to the islanders of the roundabout whose living conditions are relatively comfortable.

The slightly older man on the side narrowed his eyes, picked up the beer bottle, took a sip, and said casually.

"Who knows, there is wasteland outside the sea, including Haiya Province, Baiyue Province, Luoxia Province, not to mention Borneo Province... Who knows what those guys in the wasteland are thinking ”

When he was young, he once went to the wasteland and escorted the blue jacket from Vault 70 to a place called Qingquan in the north to recover some data.

After that incident, he lost interest in the world on land and completely understood why their ancestors had to move to this isolated island.

That wasteland was hell.

No matter what happens, it’s nothing to be surprised about…

While the people on the dock were taking advantage of the last moment of dusk to admire the beautiful scenery on the deck, Mogavi, who was standing on the deck of the Mistral cargo ship, was looking at it with eyes wide open and his heart beating. Accelerating, I couldn't help but breathe quickly.

But what caught his eye was not some exotic girl, but the pieces of new skin!

The smooth and beautiful hair swayed gently in the sunset, shining with a dazzling light. In his eyes, it was like shining gold coins!

Betrayal.

This description is definitely an exaggeration. After all, most of the leather has only undergone preliminary cleaning, and it will take some time before tanning into the final product.

But even so, these scrubbed skins are too much compared to the bloody and greasy original appearance in front of me!

"That's so cool! Thank you! I really don't know how to thank you all!"

Passing the bag containing 110,000 silver coins into Sisi's hand, Mogave's face was filled with excitement, and he was excited and incoherent.

It is no exaggeration to say that among all the transactions he has made this month, this is the one that makes him feel the most value for money!

It seems that the alliance is not all unreliable guys.

After taking the reward from the NPC's hand, Si Si opened the bag and counted it carefully, and took out a few to check whether they were genuine or not.

After confirming that there was no problem, a smile appeared on her face and she replied in a teasing tone.

"That's not easy. Just pay us tens of thousands more silver coins."

Upon hearing these words, Mogavi almost choked on his own saliva and coughed twice.

"Ahem... Although this idea sounds good, I really don't have a single note left in my pocket."

Not believing his lies, Sisi just smiled faintly, then handed the money bag in his hand to the sesame paste beside him, and whispered instructions.

"You can just transfer the reward to those people, and I won't show up."

"Yeah! Leave it to me!" Sesame paste nodded with a smile and happily trotted towards the other side of the deck.

Mogavi's eyes were fixed on the bulging money bag until it disappeared into the corner of the deck with its cheerful back.

Averting his gaze from a distance, he looked at Huan Sisi and smiled sheepishly.

"By the way...well, please take care of the boat washing, don't forget it."

Si Si smiled slightly and said.

"Don't worry, my memory is not that bad."

After saying that, she turned around and walked away from the cabin.

Looking at the figure that was about to disappear at the cabin door, Mogawei didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly he shouted out of nowhere.

"Hey, are you free later?"

Looking at the man who had stopped, he forced a sunny smile on his face that did not match his temperament.

"If you have time...how about having a meal together? I'll treat you."

Seeing the NPC's funny expression and raised hands, Sisi couldn't help but smile.

However, she did not want to waste time on the already completed branch line, and the appearance of this NPC was not to her liking, so she politely declined the invitation.

"Thank you for your kindness. I've already eaten it."

"All right……"

After understanding the euphemistic rejection, Mogavi awkwardly put his raised hand away and scratched the back of his head, "That's really a pity... I remember there is a good restaurant here."

Although the feeling of being rejected is frustrating, for a businessman like him, this degree of frustration is only as small as a sesame seed.

Especially when he thought of the value of that batch of furs, he immediately put this trivial regret behind his head, and his face regained its confident smile.

He has no doubt that when he transports this precious cargo to Silver Moon Bay, his name will become a new legend in Silver Moon City!

All the noble ladies and ladies in the city will be crazy about the rare goods he brings from the east!

In that prosperous port, is there anything money can't buy?

If it is false——

That just means there’s not enough!

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the deck.

After crossing the rows of fur racks and looking for sesame paste on the deck for a long time, I finally found Granny Sanru, a young member of the Zhenghe tribe who taught her experience in tanning fur, and took the bag with 110,000 silver coins. The purse was handed to her.

What Sesame Paste didn't expect was that when she happily told the old man that these silver coins were paid to them, the old woman looked at her in shock, and then took the bag of money without explanation. Pushed it out of her hand.

"Take it away quickly, why is this happening! These things we can do are what we should do. We are already grateful that you are willing to take in us who are homeless. How can we have the nerve to accept your money again?"

Looking at Granny Sangru who had obviously misunderstood something, Sesame paste explained in a dumbfounded way.

"No, you misunderstood. This is not the reward we gave you...it was paid to you by the cargo ship opposite. You helped them process these furs. This is the labor you deserve -"

"That's okay!"

The old man stubbornly stuffed the money bag into her hand, and held her hand tightly with his skinny hands, as if he was afraid that she would let go. He said in a sincere tone, "Even if you give us money, we won't be able to use it." It’s better to leave it with you. If you need to buy anything in the future, just use this money!”

It’s not just Granny Sangru.

The other nearby Yue Clan girls were the same. They all begged her to accept the money and refused to accept the reward.

"Yes, just keep it for us!"

"We just want to do something for you, and we don't want any reward."

He had never faced this kind of situation before, and Sesame Glue couldn't laugh or cry for a while. He looked at the stubborn people and didn't know how to persuade them.

Just when Sesame Paste was in trouble, a very energetic voice suddenly came in from the side and helped her out.

"Oh! Don't worry, old man, this huge sum of money will be put to use soon!"

Hearing the loud sound, everyone started talking about it. Fang Yan looked around and saw Tails standing there with his hands on his hips, followed by a Rourou.

"Awei?" Looking at the sudden appearance of the tail, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

Giving her a "don't worry, leave it to me" look, Taiwei looked at the people gathered here, cleared his throat and continued.

"Just now, my companions and I discussed it. It is really not good to rely on other people's ports. Moreover, there is a war here, and we may be involved in the war one day."

"It just so happens that our companions have established a new settlement on the north shore of the Baiyue Strait. There is a vast unclaimed land. Anyone can settle there as long as they abide by the laws of the alliance!"

Hearing these words, a commotion of whispers spread among the surrounding crowd, and they exchanged surprise and confusion in their eyes.

A vast, unclaimed land?

But……

They heard that it was a world of alien species.

And will those who have already settled there really accept them?

Seeing the concern in everyone's eyes, Tails continued energetically.

"Don't worry, although there are many mutants there, we are an alliance that even defeated the Qingquan City's Nest! Not to mention a few mutants, these furs were peeled off from those mutants!"

Visible facts are more convincing than any rumors.

The survivors of the Southern Islands Federation once evacuated from Baiyuetian Province, and the Kingdom of Oasis No. 4 also suffered a big loss there. Those losers who failed in vain spared no effort to describe the horror of Baiyue Ting Province and the unconquerable nature of that forest.

Now, the players of Chip Port not only have a firm foothold in that unconquerable land, but also proved with facts that those savage and bloodthirsty alien species are not invincible.

Although most of the survivors here didn't know what the situation in Qingquan City's nest was like in the tail's mouth, when they looked at the rows of fur peeled off from the alien bodies around them, they all relaxed their brows in unison.

At this moment, there is only one concern left in everyone's mind——

"Will they... accept us?" Hesitantly looking at the port not far away, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the crowd and asked in a low voice while looking at the tail.

"Oh! That's right!" Taili gave her a thumbs up, gave her a confirming look, and continued with a confident smile, "In fact, it was the survivors of French Fries Port who invited us to settle down. They promised The safety of the settlement will be ensured.”

"There are many powerful bosses there, and it's easy to deal with monsters, bosses, etc., but some basic operations are still short of manpower. Not only the tanning of furs, but also the salt fields near the port, and the plans to build in the future. There are so many places that are lacking people! As long as you are willing to work, you can get paid like a day and buy a lot of things!”

Seeing the eyes that gradually brightened with longing and longing written on them, the corner of Tai's mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.

"Damn it, everything there has just begun, and the conditions are still very simple. Compared with the ideal city, it is definitely far behind... But I can promise you that everything will get better slowly! What do you think? Are you willing to follow me? Where is the tail together?”

There were more and more people around, and increasingly noisy discussions spread around the crowd.

Some people's eyes are full of expectations, and there are also some people who have anxious expressions and are uneasy about changing the status quo.

Just when everyone was undecided, a firm voice suddenly came from the side.

"I am willing...I will follow you!"

The voice sounded familiar.

Sesame paste subconsciously turned his head to look at him, and saw Misa with a ponytail looking seriously at this side, squeezing through the crowd and walking towards this side.

A hint of surprise appeared on her face.

This was the first time she had seen such a brave expression on this shy girl's face.

When he heard the voice taking over his words, Taili was suddenly as surprised as if he had discovered a new world, and looked at the brave girl with a serious expression.

"Oh! Girl, you have to think clearly. Once you get on our pirate ship - bah, if you get on our port, you won't be able to get out of the ideal city."

"Ideal city...it must be someone else's home. No matter how nice it is, there is no place for us."

Turning his attention to the nearby port and the faces watching the excitement on the port, a smile of relief appeared on Misa's face.

"Rather than living a life of being dependent on others, I still long for having my own home. Even if it is still very dilapidated, it doesn't matter. I am willing to accompany it to get better slowly."

After saying that, she turned around and looked at the compatriots surrounding her, and mustered up the courage to raise her voice.

"Everyone... how long has it been since we lived under the sun like this?"

From the moment they moved into the concentration camp in Golden Gallen Harbor, they were put to the buyer's choosing like cattle.

From the moment the Xilan Empire deprived all of them of their property and freedom for inexplicable reasons.

The voice was not sensational, but it aroused the outcry of countless people, including the highly respected Granny Sangru, who had a moving expression on her wrinkled face.

The old man took two trembling steps forward, stretched out his thin hand and held the child's hand, with a warm smile on his face.

"Misa...you said something that all of us don't know how to express. I feel like it has been hidden in my heart for a long, long time."

As she spoke, she looked at the sesame paste and then at the tail, with gratitude and sincerity in her aging pupils.

"I am willing to follow you and visit that settlement together. If there is anything we can help with in the future, please be sure to tell us!"

Just as she finished speaking, more and more powerful voices came from all directions.

"Me too!"

"Please take us with you!"

Seeing everyone who was full of energy, Sesame Paste and Rourou's eyes lit up with excitement, and Tails shouted excitedly.

"Oh! It's such a happy decision, the next stop is French Fries Port! Rourou, hurry up and set sail on the boiler!"

"Who is the captain?"

"Don't worry about these details! Hurry up!"

Seeing the two live treasures suddenly making a fuss, Sesame Paste said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Wait, um... do we have to help people clean the boat before we set off? They have already paid for it."

The tail that was pushing Rourou from behind suddenly stopped.

"giao! I almost forgot."

"Hahaha!"

The hearty laughter blew along the endless sea with the sea breeze, blending into the gradually deepening night and the ups and downs of the waves.

Sisi, who was watching everyone from a distance and holding a notebook in his arms, could not help but reveal a soft smile on his face.

Although this place is undoubtedly a wasteland.

With these cute little friends by her side, she would always forget about this matter from time to time...

Turn around and arrive at the cabin.

Si Si spread his notes on the table, took out the newspaper he bought from the port in the morning and spread it next to it, selecting and cutting out the news worth noting.

The side quests in this game are very deep and require players to actively collect relevant clues in the game and analyze them.

Probably due to Vault 70, the media industry in the settlements of the Southern Islands Federation is relatively developed, and it is much easier to obtain information than it was in Silvermoon Bay.

Not just for gathering intel on side missions.

She also needs to use clues revealed in the news to determine the progress of the war in the southern sea and grasp the opportunity to enter Vault 70.

That place is now under blockade by the Navy of the Southern Islands Federation. Not only are there warships patrolling the nearby waters, but there are also submarines performing underwater search and mine laying missions.

That's not a place where you can sneak in just by putting on a wetsuit.

After all, the Federation of the Southern Islands is a force established by Vault 70. According to her observations during this period, these people are largely similar to an "alliance without players."

To a certain extent, they ended the wasteland beneath their feet and established an order that was different from most of the original survivor settlements in the wasteland. However, due to various reasons, the members of Shelter 70 separated from the local survivors, and their status changed from "pioneers" to a special class of superiors. Therefore, they embarked on a different ending from Camp 101.

But what puzzled her was that the fuse that ignited the war was a bit too sloppy and full of puzzling doubts.

Not even just the fuse that lit the war——

Also included are some strange details from the battle report.

"The research vessel 'Golden Coast' sank... My goodness, they have so many ships."

After reading the text in the picture quietly, Sisi cut it out from the headline page of the newspaper, pasted it on his notebook, and lined it up with three other pictures cut out from other newspapers.

She got up and walked to the chart. Based on the approximate location provided in the newspaper, she drew a red circle as a mark on the north side of the southern islands.

Including the previous three, the four red circles are all concentrated in the north.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Sisi's face.

"It's already the fourth ship, and it's in the waters outside the trade routes as before..."

Could there really be a submarine ambushing in a place like that?

Although there is no evidence, she always feels that she is very close to the truth...