This Game Is Too Realistic

Jinlun Port.

The security bureau in the port area is facing the busiest street of Jinlun Port. The street is bustling with people coming and going.

Governor Nihak stood on the street, looking blankly at this strange and spacious street, his eyes filled with confusion, and for a moment he couldn't recognize where he was.

The clean and tidy streets, the white-painted bungalows, and the towering black street lamps all seem to be the same as before.

What was different from the past was that the hustle and bustle filled the sky, people were coming and going on the street, and there were some acrobatic actors riding two or three wheels, shuttling quickly through the street.

There is nothing like the dignity and elegance of Tulip Street here, but more like the noisy Kraba Arena.

It's not true.

All hell breaks loose here.

"you're free."

Someone said this behind him, and his voice was a little cold, even with a hint of ridicule.

"Thank you……"

Nihak replied subconsciously, and then realized that this was not what he should say.

Giving the prison guard a fierce look, he rolled down his sleeves and took a step toward the street. However, because he was looking at the road with the back of his head, he bumped into a child holding a large pile of paper in his hand.

"Hey! Watch the road, old man!" The child yelled dissatisfiedly at him, but did not bother with him.

Time is money. If he had this nonsense time, he might as well make two more trips and earn a few more coins.

However, Nihak did not intend to let this guy go. His face turned red and he reached out to grab the kid's neck.

"You guy, what am I...you, do you know who I am!"

"I don't care who you are, you are not one of those iron men!" The child cleverly avoided his hand and said with a playful smile, not forgetting to make a face at him before leaving.

Seeing this kid being so rude, Nihak was so angry that he wanted to catch up and teach him a lesson, but he felt that it would be a shame to do it himself. Seeing the kid walking further and further away, he could only scold him twice and then stopped.

"Whose wild dog is so uneducated!"

Looking at the kid's outfit, although the clothes are a bit old, they are still neat and tidy. He must be a child of some down-and-out noble family. With patches on their sleeves and such lack of dignity, this family must have a very unsatisfactory life. My father must be a rough man who does manual labor, and my father-in-law has to sell it, and he may have to eat a few meals of dirt.

After imagining the poor and menial life of that guy, Nihak felt more comfortable and seemed to have won.

However, before long, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Not just the kid, not even just one or two, everyone on the street was wearing clothes.

Even the laborers who did menial work wore cheap burlap shirts and light blue canvas pants.

Those riding two-wheeled bicycles are more sophisticated, wearing cotton short-sleeved shirts and trousers, with a leather girdle around their waists.

Not just men, but women too, and this was what shocked him the most.

Although the poor people in Jinlun Port have never known etiquette, wearing whatever they have, and wearing curtains or skirts around their waists, for those who can afford to wear clothes, who can wear pants and who cannot wear them? There are also a set of unwritten rules for what to wear on any occasion.

When he saw that the child was wearing clothes, he thought he was a child from a down-to-earth noble family. After all, most of the poor people in the slums only wore rags, and even if they had clothes, it would be impossible for them to wear them.

However, it now seems that there are some deviations in his cognition.

Only now did he realize that there were too many "nobles" wearing clothes on this street.

Is this Jinlun Port?

Nihak was completely stunned, his eyes widened.

And at this moment, the noisy voice and the noisy information were poured into his ears. The buzzing sound made him feel as if his head was about to explode.

"Selling newspapers, freshly baked newspapers! All the must-eat delicacies in Jinlun Port are on it, as well as the latest news in the wasteland!"

"Old noodles steamed buns! Taiwanese steamed buns! And freshly baked big meat buns!"

"Where can I go, boss? It only costs one pound per mile!"

"I pedal fast! Boss, please take my car!"

"I heard that the expeditionary force won the battle. Although it was a tragic victory, more than 10,000 people died!"

"hiss……"

"It's fake, there are only 30,000 people in total."

"Hey, it's not that I look down on those guys. If you say you can kill a hundred people and win, I'll believe it. But if you kill ten thousand people and win, I won't believe it even if you kill them!"

"What kind of book is this?"

"Mechanical principles, mathematics, geometry... and some miscellaneous things, I got them from the port. I heard they were old books exchanged from Dawn City."

"What do you think this thing is for?"

"One more skill and one more path. I can't stay here forever."

"There's nothing wrong with this, right? His Majesty the Emperor and his governor have already gotten out of here."

"It's quite weird. The Alliance and the Empire have ceased fire. Who knows if they will come back in the future."

People were shouting, talking, selling, and bargaining, making the originally quiet street a mess.

Nihak didn't know what they were happy about, let alone what they were happy about in this messy scene.

In his era, if low-class people dared to appear on this street without giving a reason, his police officers would give them two hard sticks. As for girls wearing trousers, they will confiscate their trousers and then drive them away, or they may keep her there for a few days until her family comes to pick them up.

He thought that the alliance's misbehavior would make this place a mess, and that was indeed the case. In just a few months, this place was in chaos.

However, to his dismay, those fools who had suffered enough did not cheer his return, and even forgot about his face.

Not only the lower class people, but also the nobles surrounding him, none of them came to greet him. I don't know what they were busy with.

An era of broken etiquette has come. People are running around in the streets like headless flies, immersed in the sugar-coated bullets brought by the alliance and unable to extricate themselves.

It seems that Ichika is just his own sentiment - he thinks that he is very important, and no one here can live without him, so the alliance will rush to release him.

The fact is that without him, people would be worse off.

Facing Mo's face, he suddenly felt at a loss in his heart.

At this moment, a tentative greeting came from behind him.

"Nihak sir?"

Reacting subconsciously to the name, Nihak turned around and saw a man wearing a leather jacket looking at him.

He didn't know this guy, but that person obviously knew him. When he saw his face, he immediately showed a happy expression and walked forward happily.

"It's you! I am Akshi, the servant of Mr. Iser."

This guy was fatter than in the portrait, and his neck was almost gone, so much so that he almost didn't recognize him.

"Iselle?" Nihak was a little confused, obviously he had never heard of this name.

The man saw his expression but didn't take it seriously. He just smiled enthusiastically and continued.

"A nobleman like you will definitely not remember my master. He is just a baron, and he only deals with rough people like me. But my master remembers you for the first time. At the wedding banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince. , he once had a chance encounter with you. He always told us that he only knew what a true nobleman was after meeting Governor Nihak."

The ceremonial banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince...

Of course Governor Nihak remembered the fourth prince and everyone around His Majesty. However, how could he remember who he had met at a certain prince's wedding banquet and who he had drank with?

He only remembered waking up in the bed of a countess the next morning. As for the baron, he was probably not even qualified to shake hands with her at that kind of banquet.

However, although he despised this name in his heart, Governor Xinnihak could not help but feel warm in his heart.

None of the guys who usually licked his leather shoes came to visit him. In the end, it was a guy who had a chance encounter with him two years ago who was still thinking about him.

The only flaw is why this guy didn't come over by himself, but sent a servant to greet him.

Seemingly seeing the displeasure on his face, the Akshi man said with a smile.

"My master wanted to come and pick you up in person, but unfortunately he has military orders and cannot withdraw from the front line, so he can only entrust me to greet you."

"Military order? What military order?" Nihak said in a daze, not knowing anything about what was going on outside.

Aksh said with a smile.

"Of course it's the expeditionary force. Now in the entire wasteland... and of course the province of Borneo, which is not a wasteland at all, there is nothing more important than the war against the enemy of mankind. It's not just us who have sent out troops, legions, Companies and colleges have sent troops.”

Nihak nodded as if he understood, but in fact he didn't understand at all.

What is the enemy of mankind?

When did the empire gain another enemy?

Knowing that these things cannot be explained clearly in a few words, Aksh said calmly.

"The reason for this is very complicated and cannot be explained clearly in a short while. My master has prepared a banquet for you at the Triumph Hotel. Please follow me to the hotel's private room. I will slowly prepare for you. Explain clearly."

"That's troublesome." Nihak glanced around and saw that no one else was coming to pick him up, so he accepted his suggestion and followed Iser's servant.

The two of them got into a three-wheeled car, or to be precise, it was a covered car pulled by three wheels.

And just at the other end of the street, a young man from the rat tribe wearing crisp clothes was looking at the prison door with an indifferent expression.

He didn't speak softly until the tricycle disappeared at the end of the street.

"Kunal, my friend, do you remember that guy?"

The young man from the Dog Clan on the side nodded and said in a Weng voice.

"Of course I remember, he is the master of the Governor's Mansion."

Asin said slowly.

"That was a long time ago. Now he is like a rat emerging from the sewer. He is frightened by the people on the street. He is cowardly, humble, fierce in appearance and evil in heart... tsk tsk."

He shook his head gently, not hiding the disgust and ridicule in his eyes.

That guy looked very much like his old self. If he took off his clothes and threw him into the street, his behavior might not even be as calm as his own.

This is the nobility of the empire.

There are no Japanese, Niu or Liao people here. There are clearly only different kinds of rats.

Kunar muttered, "I don't understand why the Alliance didn't just kill them."

Wouldn't it be better for him to be the emperor?

Why bother.

If they only had to go one step further west, they could take the City of Thousand Pillars. As long as they built one pillar there, they could reign as "Iron Man" and become the 1001st god on this land.

"You don't understand. That's why I can't figure it out either. But my intuition tells me that this is one of the reasons why the Alliance didn't kill them."

Looking at his friend, Asin simply said this and ended this topic that would have no conclusion.

What a pity.

He originally planned to invite the poor old man to dinner, maybe he could get in touch with Tiandu and expand the business of Jiaotou Bay. But it seems that he was still a step behind, and someone else had already set his sights on that guy.

But it didn't matter. It was unlikely that the old man would drink and chat with a rat man like him, and after seeing the ugliness of the guy, he suddenly lost interest.

Especially when he thought that such a big empire was being bullied by such a group of things, he felt ashamed and couldn't stand up.

It would be better to replace these people, such an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Once this idea came up, it was out of control and kept fermenting in his mind.

Of course, he had never thought about becoming the emperor himself. After all, the emperor's life might not be as comfortable as his current one.

I heard that there was a group of Moon Clan rebels in the forest in the north.

Maybe he could invest in them.

For example, he could use his connections among the military leaders to send them some equipment and arrange for some people to go to Dawn City to study.

It was actually very easy to do something. Through the hotel called "Abandoned Ships", he even got in touch with the leaders of the Tiger Army and the Black Panther Army. At least half of the resources produced by the large and small manors and mines in the entire eastern region were sold to Kingaron Port through his shadow port.

Although the risk was high, what if those Moon Clan members became adults?

The return from investing in a new dynasty is much greater than investing in a downtrodden old noble family...

At this moment, Governor Nihak did not know that a certain ratman was staring at his back and thinking about something outrageous.

Following Akshay to the Triumph Hotel, he was completely stunned by the table of delicious food in front of him.

Compared with this dazzling array of delicious food, the lunch box he ate in prison was simply pig food!

Looking at the former governor wolfing down his food, Akshay just wanted to comfort him by saying that the prison guards had starved him, but looking at his loose neck meat, he held back his words.

Obviously the alliance didn't starve him. In just a few months, he was almost fed like a pig. The noble blood vessels were probably flowing with fat.

Resisting the urge to laugh, Akshay stood beside him and respectfully told him everything that happened during this period, especially highlighting the stupidity of General Babita on the northern line and the hardship of his master eating insects on the southern line.

After a full meal, Nihak took the napkin to wipe his mouth. When he heard about eating insects, he stopped talking with disgust.

"It's all right, I understand the situation. This is easy to do. I'll say a few good words to His Majesty on your behalf and ask him to move that Baron Babita to the south and transfer your son to the north."

Anyway, looking at the titles of those guys, His Majesty probably doesn't pay much attention to the expeditionary army.

After all, if a baron is a captain of ten thousand men, there may not even be a few professional soldiers in this army. If they die, they will only be a group of serfs. The benefits of a hundred people combined are not as much as those of a regular army soldier.

For him, arranging a few barons is just a matter of talking.

Aksh was almost choked by his spit when he heard this, and said quickly.

"Your Excellency, this is not possible... If you move us to the north, won't we... have to take the blame for General Babita? All the hardships we have suffered on the southern front will be in vain!"

"What you said makes sense," Nihak burped and said lazily, "Let me put it this way, I am too lazy to think about this little thing, you guys can make up your mind. If it's not too much, I will help you."

Hearing this, Aksh immediately became energetic, and whispered a few words in his ear with a smile.

"...We don't ask for much. As long as Your Majesty splits the expeditionary force into the Southern Army and the Northern Army, it will be convenient for the command and dispatch of the front line. After all, the North and South lines are too far apart, and there are interferences along the way. Even a telegram has to be transferred twice."

"Hey, I'll help you with this." Nihak agreed to this with a smack.

Aksh is also a man who knows how to come. He gave a look to the servant next to him, and immediately picked up a suitcase and gently placed it on the chair next to the table.

"This is a little gift from my old man... It can also be regarded as a gift for him not being able to visit you in person. Please accept it."

Nihak stretched out his greasy hands to open the box and took a look, but was surprised by the stack of golden banknotes.

Gold Dinar Notes!

These banknotes have special anti-counterfeiting marks and can be exchanged for dinars of the same denomination in Triumph City.

Although these notes are only circulated in the west of Middle-Asia, there are often Willant merchant ships traveling to the west coast of Borneo Province. Those Willant merchants all recognize these notes and will charge a discount of 10% to 5% depending on the situation.

He did a rough count and found that the total of such a box of banknotes amounted to at least 500,000 dinars.

This is equivalent to 500 strong slaves!

"It seems that your master is living a good life." Nihak narrowed his eyes and glanced at Aksh with a half-smile.

This small amount of money was not worth worrying about, but he was really surprised that a mere baron could shell out one hundred thousand dinars.

Aksh made a wry smile and sighed softly.

"To tell you the truth, this is all my master's property, but if he can't come back safely, it's useless no matter how much money he has... right?"

"Ah."

Nihak laughed and did not take his words seriously, but just accepted the box.

"Indeed, Iselle? I remember your master's name. By the way... How do you get back to Tiandu from here?"

Aksh said quickly.

"Don't worry, we will definitely not let you go alone. We have arranged a boat at our port. It will take you safely to Xifan Port. That is the territory of the Weiland people. We have arranged it there. The carriage will take you to Tiandu.”

Hearing these words, Nihak finally relaxed all his worries and anxieties and nodded with satisfaction.

"He is a man who knows how to get things done."

Aksh said with a smile on his face, very politely.

"As long as you're satisfied."

At the same time, at the Golden Gallen Port, a cargo ship flying the White Bear flag was moored next to the pier.

The cargo ship's cargo hold was filled with canned herring and distilled liquor produced in Golden Gallen Port.

These two things are the favorites of the middle and lower-level officers and rank-and-file soldiers of the legion.

Although the distilled liquor produced in Jingallang Port cannot keep up with that produced in Dawn City in terms of craftsmanship, flavor, and quality, most of the equipment used in the distilleries here were eliminated from Dawn City and Dawn City, so there is nothing special about it. Big difference.

If the electronic pass has been open for some time, going to the legion's territory is no longer a fatal thing, as long as you don't run around trying to die.

Taiwei planned to go to the "Westport" controlled by the legion to have a look. Sesame Paste and Rourou were also curious about what it looked like, while Sisi didn't care where they went. So the three of them and the bear hit it off and decided on the purpose of the next voyage. land.

Rourou, whose arm was resting on the mast, yawned and muttered with a bored look on his face.

"When can we set off?"

Standing on the deck, Sisi glanced at the list in his hand and rubbed his chin with his index finger.

"There is another guest... Well, I just realized now that this guy seems to be an acquaintance of ours."

Nihak.

For people with the same name as this guy, this port probably doesn’t exist.

Thinking of this, Sisi's expression gradually became subtle.

"Oh! Is that the guy selling furs?" Tails came over curiously.

"The guy who sells fur? That's not...how do you still remember that person? I almost forgot his name." Sisi said helplessly.

With a teasing expression, Tails smirked and poked her waist gently with his index finger.

"As expected of Si, a heartless woman!"

Rourou looked over with a surprised expression, and Sesame Paste also raised his cat ears curiously.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that other stories happened when we didn't know about it?"

Looking at those pairs of gossipy eyes, Sisi said in a dumbfounded voice: "What the hell... I guess it's just a friendship that I've met a few times."

Having said that, they really met a lot of interesting people during this journey.

From the town of Red River to the oases and castles in the desert, to the bays on the edge of the desert and the tropical Baiyue Strait, as well as the remote Golden Gallon Port.

If it weren't for Sesame's "I want to travel" and Tai's "It sounds interesting", I might not have traveled so far. Instead, like most ordinary players, I would have followed the planned and designed game process. Experience the game.

But then again, it was precisely because she got to know so many interesting people that she felt more and more like those people were not like NPCs, but like real people.

How is this world going to change?

She thought about this question more than once, and even tried to send a private message to Dog Planning to ask, but she didn't get an answer.

Perhaps the answer is left at the end of the journey, and only those who have passed the level can know it...

While a few good friends were laughing and joking, Akshay, the governor of Nihak, carrying a suitcase, came down to the pier as a courtesy.

Standing on the pier, he raised his eyes to the deck and happened to see the white bear that spoke human words.

He was stunned for a moment, and the unpleasant memories from a few months ago suddenly flooded into his mind, and panic gradually appeared on his face.

Not wanting the servants behind him to see the timidity in his eyes, he pretended to be calm and coughed, lowering his voice and speaking hurriedly.

"Why is there still a bear on it? Can you change the boat?"

Aksh was stunned for a moment and said with a confused expression.

"Sir, it's no problem, no problem... but this is the only ship from here to Saisail Port recently. The ferry of Yongliu River is still blocked, and Saisail Port is not fully open to Golden Gallen Port. Only the merchant ships of the Alliance and the Legion are not affected. If you want to go back as soon as possible, I can only make do with it. "

In fact, there were other ships and he only had to wait two days, but he really didn't dare to wait any longer.

If General Babita's battle report is sent to Tiandu first, his master's 500,000 dinars may be wasted.

After all, emperors have never admitted their mistakes since ancient times. Once they are determined, no matter how they operate, it will be in vain.

Hearing that this was the only ship, Nihak cursed secretly in his heart, and could only bite the bullet and climb up to the deck.

Take the Alliance ship home...

What a bad luck!

Standing next to the gangway, a crew member came to him and checked his identity with the passenger manifest.

"Is this Mr. Nihak? Please come with me...wait, are you Nihak?" The crewman's eyes widened in surprise and he looked him up and down.

Nihak glared back with a straight face.

"Any questions?"

"No... I just feel that you have gained a lot of weight compared to a few months ago." The crew member looked at him with a strange expression. The latter looked away before getting angry and made a sign of invitation, "You The room is at the end of the corridor on the right hand side of the first floor, please come with me."

As the last passenger boarded the ship, the Rourou blew its whistle and slowly drove away from the dock.

At this moment, the vast majority of the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor did not even know that their governor had left prison and rolled out of Golden Gallen Harbor in despair.

But even if they knew about it, they probably wouldn't take it seriously. At most, they would just take a look at that guy's joke.

In just a few months, they created a miracle that had not been seen in this land for two hundred years. They feel both grateful to the alliance and a sense of pride that they have never had before.

Although there are still some down-and-out nobles and veterans who miss the old order of dignity, even they have to admit that life now is indeed better than before.

It would be perfect if the two could be combined. For example, only use the technology of the alliance and don’t talk about that messy equality.

In fact, those machines are not that difficult to operate. There are not necessarily more jobs than farming. The slaves may not be able to do it well. They may be able to do it faster and better.

But they could only think about it.

At least here, it's not up to them. Those "lower people" who stood up almost regarded "Iron Man" as a god on earth...

At the same time that Nihak picked up his suitcase and left, a telegram from the Governor's Office of Potato Port was also delivered to Chu Guang's hands.

Although the imperial governor named Nihak is just an insignificant role for the administrator who is thinking about the entire wasteland situation, this "empire" is also a member of the slime mold research community.

Above the Weifu Wasteland, aboard the Heart of Steel.

After reading the report from the French Fries Port, Chu Guang made a phone call with the foreign minister of the alliance and gave concise instructions.

"Let the "Daily Survivor" put the news out. There is no need to report it with great fanfare. Just put it in the middle or at the end of the page and say, "Governor Nihak has gone home." In addition, Lord Jarava's side Contact them again and give them a step up."

The legion dispatched 10 additional divisions to the front line, and colleges and enterprises also increased their efforts to reinforce the front line.

He had a premonition that when the old bombs were dismantled, new powder barrels would emerge.

The Adhesive Community needs to be united. It does not mean that the fire will be scattered after the war. He must try his best to eliminate all hidden dangers that may ignite the powder keg.

After all, the Empire is a guy who doesn't play by the rules, and the Legion's team is full of factions and opportunists.

And this is also the real reason why he specifically asked the Baiyue Department to restrain its affairs in the Borneo Province.

After writing down the manager's instructions, Cheng Yan nodded seriously.

"Okay, sir."

Looking at the turned off holographic screen, Chu Guang leaned on his chair and turned his gaze to the lifeless gray fog outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The leading troops of the coalition forces are entering Haiyada Province.

And according to their feedback, the situation there can be described as hell...