This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time that the Rourou, carrying more than a thousand Yue Clan survivors, arrived at the French Fries Port, the Niu Ma airship also returned to Dawn City's airport with the survivors from Vault 70.

Due to the opening of multiple routes, this airship hydrogenation station has become a port.

The Niu Ma Group contracted to renovate some of the berths, and the company near the warehouse area, which specializes in imported goods, also spontaneously set up a management committee for the berth. Not only did it raise money to renovate the roads, but it also kept the place in good order.

Coming down from the elevator, Huang Guangwei looked around blankly, marveling at the prosperity and excitement here.

Before coming here, the man named Fang Chang told him that Shuguang City was just a settlement with a population of 100,000. He thought it was a place similar to a circular island or North Island, but it was located on land.

However, when he saw the prosperity here, his jaw dropped.

How does this look like a settlement of 100,000 people?

Even 200,000 people - or even 300,000 people, he believed!

After walking down the stairs, he was at a loss and didn't know which direction to go when a familiar face suddenly appeared in the crowd not far away.

The man was wearing a loose leather jacket and jeans. He was slightly stout and had wrinkled smile lines on his face, and he opened his arms enthusiastically.

Huang Guangwei looked at him blankly, his eyes filled with water, and his dry lips trembled slightly.

"Regard...manager!"

This guy doesn't have the Great Rift Valley! ?

He never thought that he would meet him here!

His legs moved forward unconsciously. Huang Guangwei seemed to have found a direction and moved his stiff legs step by step. His staggering steps became more and more determined.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of his compatriots who had suffered so much, Sun Yuechi felt ashamed in his heart. Although the enthusiasm on his face remained unchanged, his smile could no longer hold on, and his eyes slowly drooped along with his slightly bent arms.

"Huang...ahem, my dear friend, I heard about your love. I regret that I have made you suffer these days...and everyone in the shelter. Anyway, look at 㳔If you don’t have it, I’ll be relieved. If you don’t have it, I’ll be in trouble..."

"By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? There is a good pig's trotter rice restaurant nearby. The soup on the rice is amazing. I'll treat you! Let's sit down and eat -"

When he was talking about pig's trotter rice, Sun Yuechi raised his eyes with bright eyes, but he didn't expect that he was facing a merciless fist.

Confused, he only had time to move his neck to avoid the fragile bridge of his nose, and instead used his face to receive the old punch that flew across thousands of kilometers.

"I belong to Nima!"

Intermittent echoes hit his ears.

Before he could realize what was happening, Sun Yuechi, who was punched in the face, fainted in confusion.

Seeing this, everyone around him hurriedly rushed forward and pulled the man riding him away from him.

Huang Guangwei, whose arms were held up, flapped his legs unwillingly and looked at the guy lying on the ground, roaring with grief and indignation.

"Let me go!"

"This is our own son, don't worry about it! Let me beat him! I'm going to kill this bitch!"

"Ahhh!"

Although the Alliance rarely interferes with outsiders' families, this is the Alliance's territory after all.

No matter what the reason is, if you beat someone on the street, you will be locked up in a dark room.

The guards who came from nearby escorted him to the guard room. The unconscious former manager of Vault 70 was carried on a stretcher by medical staff and sent to a nearby medical station.

People who were selecting imported goods gathered around and whispered to each other in wonder at the noisy scene.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know...the two people suddenly started fighting."

"I think I vaguely heard... uh, pig's trotter rice."

“Pork trotter rice???”

Empirical evidence shows that when it comes to gossip, NPCs do not lose to players at all.

The rumors became more and more outrageous. In the end, a twists and turns of love and hatred emerged surrounding the pig's trotters and rice.

Unfortunately, the moment when the fist and the face were in close contact was captured by a reporter from the Goblin Observer.

In Shuguang City, the words "human" and "goblin" are closely related, so they must be completely separated from the words "reliable".

And this is indeed the case.

This newspaper sponsored by Goblin Technology is indeed not a reliable place, and even the boss who invested in this newspaper has no intention of making money from this thing at all.

The photo was quickly sent to the newspaper's editorial department, and with a scrawled title, it became the headline of the printed page that day——

【Shocked! The manager of Vault 70 was punched down by his subordinates who had been chasing him all the way, and what he got was a bowl of pig's feet! 】

Because the pictures and titles were so exciting, it attracted countless people to rush to buy it, so that the sales volume of "Goblin Observer" even exceeded that of "Daily Survivor" that day!

To everyone's surprise, that photo drove far more than just the sales of "Goblin Observer", and even the pig's trotter rice that was mentioned in passing.

What kind of delicacy is so delicious that the manager of Vault 70 abandons the entire shelter?

Almost everyone who has read the headlines can't help but feel such wonder in their hearts.

Driven by this curiosity, long queues formed in front of the fast food restaurants selling pig's trotter rice.

Even some restaurants and pubs that originally did not sell pig's trotter rice could not resist the temptation of profit and temporarily changed their menus.

On that day, all the pig's feet in Shuguang City were sold out, but the pigs who had just arrived from the farm in Luoxia Province by train to Shuguang City were driven into the slaughterhouse without even eating a bite of feed...

…

"Hahahahaha!"

The lobby of the Highway Town Hotel.

Duke Galava, who was sitting at the table eating, looked at the "Goblin Observer" in his hand. The goatee under his nose trembled, and his stomach hurt from laughing.

He is the ambassador of the Xilan Empire and the lord of Bailiao City. Not only does he have the noble blood of the Yao tribe flowing in his veins, but his family also owns the Eternal River, a large fiefdom in the Bailiao Tower area, and the Xilan Dynasty. Zhongnai is one of the most prominent.

The mission given to him by His Majesty the former Emperor was to send an envoy to the Lion Kingdom to demonstrate the majesty of the empire. However, the desert residents followed the alliance's lead. While he was annoyed, he couldn't help but have a little curiosity about the alliance in the east.

What kind of empire is it that has so many fans?

So he came here with the accompanying envoys.

Unfortunately, Captain Benoit, the envoy of the Xilan Empire's most important ally, the Legion, is also here, and is participating in a cooperative organization called the "Slime Mold Research Community".

When he learned that Ambassador Benoit was troubled by being isolated and helpless in the negotiations with the Community, the Duke of Gallava immediately sniffed the opportunity to express himself and sent a messenger to His Majesty the Emperor to report this gift of human kindness from Wilante. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he patted his chest and expressed to Ambassador Benoit that the Xilan Empire was willing to participate in the negotiations of the Community and share the pressure from the Eastern world for the Legion during the negotiations.

Perhaps moved by his sincerity, Captain Benoit warmly held his hand after a brief surprise, and in the next few days, he tried his best to bring the Xilan Empire into the fold, despite all opinions. In this world meeting to decide the future of the wasteland.

This job is much easier than imagined, as long as Ambassador Benoit votes when he votes.

Moreover, Duke Galava found that the situation was not as serious as he thought.

For example, in the Free State, although companies were involved in the negotiations with the Community, they were secretly on their side. Simply put, it was a vote that both the Legion and the Corporation agreed with, and so did they. The Legion objects to a corporate vote of approval, and they play dead. The Legion was against it and the Alliance was for it, and they voted against it without hesitation.

Of course, this also depends on the attitude of the company. If the company firmly agrees, then they will continue to pretend to be dead.

In fact, Jarawa looked down upon this kind of outsider. Those cunning people were so clever that they thought they could get away with it from both sides, but in the end they couldn't get it from either side. More than once, he saw Bennot curse those profiteers and profiteers in private gatherings.

Whenever this happens, he will feel happy in his heart.

The Xilan Empire is different. They have been the most loyal allies of the legion from beginning to end. The Willant people will remember the helping hand they extended today, and His Majesty the Emperor will remember his contribution.

However, this work is too simple after all, and I don’t even look at what the agenda is.

It is precisely because of this that he recently visited all the shops worth trying in Dawn City.

Every day he either holds meetings or wanders around the settlement to observe the customs and customs of the alliance.

After laughing heartily, Duke Galava straightened his appearance, clicked his tongue gracefully, and looked at the photos in the newspaper like looking at monkeys in the zoo.

"These savages have never seen the world before they can do this for a mere plate of food."

Ni Yang, the follower standing beside him, quickly flattered and echoed.

"...The food in the southern sea area is all supported by the Kingdom of Camelback. The people there are as thin as the monkeys in the Yue Province. How can they compare with us who have all the benefits of the Yongliu River."

Hearing these words, Duke Galava showed a satisfied expression on his face.

This Niyang was his favorite servant, his personal secretary and personal assistant, and he usually spoke the most eloquently. The only flaw is that his blood is a little low, and he is a member of the rat tribe.

Even the loyal wolf guards standing behind him have much nobler bloodlines than this guy.

Compared with other guests in the lobby, the aura and temperament of this table of guests can be said to be completely different.

One person sat and ate, while a dozen people stood and watched.

But this is a wasteland after all, and there are even talking lizards and bears. Compared to the weirder guys, these guys talking to themselves are not that attracting attention.

In comparison, the headlines of "Goblin Observer" are more gossip-worthy.

However, Duke Galava didn't think so. He seemed to be the center of attention no matter where he went, let alone sitting in the middle of the lobby.

Those whispering barbarians were undoubtedly talking about him at this moment. It is for this reason that he pays attention to whether his appearance is decent and elegant all the time.

Lisa, who was carrying a dinner plate, came over and glanced at the row of bodyguards standing behind his chair with some confusion. She didn't ask any more questions, she just put down the dinner plate in her hand and whispered politely.

"Sir, your pig's knuckle rice... please wait."

"Um."

Duke Jarava snorted and threw the newspaper in his hand to Niyang who was standing by to wait. He looked at the plate of pig's trotter rice on the table in front of him, which was popular in the city, picked up his knife and fork and took a small piece. Taste it.

The chewy and tender taste was really good, and the soft texture melted in his mouth, making his eyes light up involuntarily.

Although this alliance is a small country, and the few settlements are not as big as his territory, I have to say that these guys are really good at eating.

The only thing that made him a little uncomfortable was the tableware here, which was a bit too particular.

In comparison, he still prefers hand grabbing.

Of course, it would be even more embarrassing if it is a young girl with green and white fingers.

When he was living in Bailiaocheng, he would never eat by himself.

It's a pity that he searched all over Shuguang City and couldn't find a restaurant that provided this service.

Looking at the girl who put down her dinner plate, nodded and was about to leave, Duke Qi Lava suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of imperceptible greed flashed in his eyes.

Especially when he noticed the marks on his wrist.

"Are you from the Western Continent...a slave of Triumph City?"

That word is like a scar that won't heal.

Lisa stiffened when she heard this, pursed her lips and looked at the guest in surprise, then lowered her head and hurried into the kitchen.

Looking at the escaping figure, Duke Qi Lava clicked his tongue lightly.

"What a waste..."

Although slaves are a specialty of Borneo, especially the inferior races who are hard-working and loyal, and are deeply loved by the small nobles in the legion, there are too many of them, and they are priced in cost-effectiveness, so they often cannot be sold. Very expensive.

In comparison, slaves produced in Legion territory, especially Triumph City, are relatively expensive.

Those slaves with brown hair and thin noses are like purebred cows in the alpine pastures by the Sorat River. Although they are not so expensive that only captains of ten thousand can enjoy them, they cannot be enjoyed without any military merit.

These slaves are usually digested internally by the Weilant people. Only in rare cases will they flow into the market, and in very rare cases will they be bought by foreigners other than the Weilant people.

The princes and nobles of the Xilan Dynasty are almost fanatical about the culture of the Weiland people, and as a prince, he is no exception.

But this is the Alliance's territory after all, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself. It would be bad if it delays the cooperation between the Empire and the Legion.

So he just said a pity in a coquettish way, concentrated on enjoying the delicious food on the plate, picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth gracefully, then took away the unread newspaper in Niyang's hand, and continued to admire the scenery of Vault 70. Ugly thing.

These condescending Vault Dwellers are not a good thing.

Arrogant and arrogant.

Vault 70 is like this, and so is a three-digit shelter.

Ending the wasteland?

Start your era?

hehe.

A bunch of psychos.

He has lived so much in Borneo, why doesn’t he feel that it is a wasteland?

How ridiculous!

With the mood of reading a joke, he slowly read the first page of the newspaper.

However, the moment he turned to the second page of the newspaper, the gentle smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Fries Port welcomes our residents!" One thousand Yue Clan refugees landed safely! 》

The distorted expression at that moment was as ugly as if he had eaten a booger.

Moreover, the boogers that popped out from his fingers flew back again with a wall of ash.

"What nonsense!"

He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table with an angry roar, causing the dishes on the table to jingle.

Hearing the movement in the center of the lobby, the chattering and laughing drinkers sitting around unconsciously lowered their voices and cast surprised and curious glances over there.

There are indeed people in this settlement who go crazy from time to time, but who would go crazy in this place with the largest number of residents in the shelter?

Noticing the gazes cast from the surroundings, the wolf soldiers standing behind Lord Clawa narrowed their eyes dangerously, responding to the pairs of coveting fruits with warning eyes.

However, they obviously got the wrong answer.

This is a river valley province with strong folk customs, and sitting here are wastelanders who lick blood with their swords. They don't even frown when a gun is pointed at them. Who would be frightened by the look?

Those warning eyes were like the provocation of a baby. At first, everyone just looked over curiously, and when they received a glare for no reason, they all stared at him with their eyes open.

It's like no one has eyes.

Who do you look down on?

Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, looked at the table in the middle with an expressionless expression. His index finger was already on the alarm button under the counter, ready to call for reinforcements at any time.

He doesn't like these guys.

Not only because a dozen of them ordered a bowl of pig's feet rice, but also because the guy with the goatee made the lovely Lisa cry.

She was not only the waitress at the hotel in Jielu Town, but she was regarded as his daughter by the childless man.

No one is allowed to bully her, whether it is the ambassador of the empire or the emperor of the empire.

"grown ups……"

Niyang, who was standing next to Lord Qarava, quickly bowed and whispered in a low voice.

"It makes no sense for us to lose our temper here. Even if we beat them to the ground, it won't solve any problem, and it shows that we have no courage and mind... We should summon the management of the alliance and issue them a message from the empire. Warn them to stop slandering us and taking in those despicable Moon Tribe people.”

After hearing Niyang's suggestion, Lord Crawva finally calmed down his anger a little. When he put down the newspaper in his hand, he persuaded himself to calm down.

"You're right, Niyang...Babru, tell your men to keep a low profile. Daxiao doesn't need to care about the rats and ants at his feet. We don't have to be like these untouchables."

"Yes, sir." The iron-tower-like man behind him nodded slightly and glanced at the subordinates beside him silently.

All the guards turned their murderous gaze away from the surroundings and no longer made eye contact with these barbarians.

Seeing that these wooden-like guys were no longer provocative, everyone also lost interest in fighting the fire and looked away from them with curled lips.

However, after such a commotion, the focus of everyone's conversation shifted from the headlines of the "Goblin Observer" to these strange guys.

"Who are those guys?"

"I heard he is the ambassador of the Xilan Empire."

"Hey, who did I think he was? It turned out to be a beggar who came to beg for food."

"In the past two days, any brick picked up and thrown out in Shuguang City can hit an ambassador."

"Xilan? Sloppy?"

"Haha, they really gave themselves a good name!"

"Please keep your voice down so that no one can hear you."

"Just listen if you hear it. If we meet in the wasteland, I will not only let them hear it, but also let them go down and send a message to my dead father."

"Hahaha!"

The voices of those people are getting louder and louder, and they are becoming less and less concealed. After all, this is what they do in the wasteland.

Lord Qarava's brows twitched and his teeth chattered. The elegant and decent appearance on his face became increasingly unbearable, and his rapid breathing revealed his soaring blood pressure.

Those playful eyes made him sit on pins and needles.

In the final analysis, his mind is not as broad-minded as he claims. After all, he is not a real big dog, and those sounds do not really come from the mouths of mice or ants.

However, he still chose to be patient for the sake of the empire.

Forcing himself to calm down, Lord Crawva took out a hundred-dollar silver coin and threw it down, deliberately letting it fall on the greasy dinner plate.

Keep the change, please.

The lard soaked the Union emblem on the front of the banknote just right, just like their conscience was clouded by lard. This was a detail he carefully designed.

Everyone here was humiliated.

Even if the humiliation is not that obvious.

Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, glanced at the backs of the group of people in disgust, moved his index finger away from the alarm button, and shouted perfunctorily.

“Welcome to come again next time.”

Dear God of Big Horned Deer, please don’t let this God of Plague come again next time.

Watching the group leave, Old Hook walked over with his gunshot-wounded leg, picked up the banknote, wiped it, and put the plate away.

He went to the bar and put down the plate. He opened the cashier drawer, deducted the money for the pig's feet rice, counted out a few pieces of change and coins, passed through the curtain in the back kitchen, and found Lisa squatting in the corner quietly wiping her tears. He lowered himself down and comforted her softly.

"That group of guests left, and they...asked me to apologize to you. These are their tips to apologize. You can keep them to buy some desserts or some beautiful clothes."

Lisa, who was holding her knees, raised her head and looked at the old man squatting in front of her with tearful eyes. Her waxy lips trembled for a long time, but she couldn't say a word.

It was obvious that she was crying very sadly.

Maybe it has something to do with what happened before.

Old Hook probably understood what she was feeling and why she couldn't speak out, so he spoke to himself.

"When we were in Jielu Town, we often saw some guests from far away. We could tell at a glance who was a slave and who was a Japanese. It was not because who was wearing shackles or who was carrying a gun. But their eyes..."

"No matter what, a person who supports himself will never be anyone's slave."

"As for those boring guys, who they like to label and what they like to say, that's their business. We can't control the parrot's mouth, we can only be ourselves."

Lisa's breathing gradually calmed down and her mood seemed to be better.

With red and swollen eyes, a reassuring smile broke out on her face.

"Thank you……"

"You're welcome," Old Hook grinned and reached out to rub the little girl's hair, "I have to ask you to watch the front desk for a while. It's time for me to take a break."

"Yeah! Leave it to me!"

Lisa nodded enthusiastically, raised her arms to completely wipe away the tears on her face, and ran out of the utility room in the back kitchen like a gust of wind.

Looking at the little girl disappearing behind the door curtain, Old Hook did not get up, but sat on the ground with a grin on his face and his hand on his leg.

As soon as the man relaxed, his bones began to rust, and the pain became so painful after just squatting for a while.

He wanted to be a tough guy who carried a shotgun and plundered weapons, but now he only had injuries from a minor accident.

In the past, those blue coats always called him "Hook with the Arrow in the Knee." Although he didn't understand what it meant, the manager told him that it was an honorific, acknowledging his continued strength, so he didn't I don't care, I actually like that title after a while.

But later on, ever since he opened this hotel, his legs felt like they had been shot by an arrow, becoming less and less responsive.

Old Hook smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"……old."