Ark, I became an NPC in the online game

In the post, players enthusiastically introduced the public facilities in the city, such as the market where players trade at night, the task collection area, the central meeting area, the residential area, etc. Then he began to introduce the NPCs. He said that some NPCs from the Scar Market have temporarily moved into the city. You can get a lot of tasks by chatting with them, and some can even teach you career books, which is very convenient for players.

They talked about their deputy city lord Ursula again, and attached a few photos. Everyone was fascinated by her beautiful photos and said, "I'm ready!"

"This content was also updated in the magic teacher's video. Ursula was brought by the pioneers."

After seeing this sentence in the forum, Xia Yuan remembered that he had forgotten to watch the third plot video of the magic teacher.

Clicking on the link titled "Yuan Shen", Magic ZX still narrates the video in the same fast-paced and jingle-like style as before.

"Following the pioneers, we came to the land of Kazdel. The land was charred black. We heard from the pioneers that Kazdel was in the midst of a civil war and the situation was very intense. The land of Kazdel was full of natural disasters, and Originium storms could appear in any area, so we needed a mercenary who was familiar with the local climate changes to guide us."

The camera then followed Pioneer, watching him communicate with the Scar Market mercenaries. The scene where Mace stepped forward to fight three people alone to protect Pioneer made many players feel safe! It would be great if there was such a big sister to protect them.

A woman with long pink hair and wearing a mercenary uniform came into everyone's sight. The players observed that the woman was very young, and looked... like a high school student. A bunch of licks immediately appeared on the barrage.

"This mercenary uniform must be very smelly wrapped like this!"

"FP, beautiful girls all smell good, don't try to mislead me."

"Brothers, are there any weirdos here who think beautiful girls are fragrant? Type Fangzhoujiaoba on the public screen!"

I can only say that he is worthy of being an Ark player and is in accordance with the Ark etiquette.

"We have come to the center of the players' battles. We can only say that Pioneer is worthy of being called such a famous name. Players from both sides have noticed Pioneer and have stopped fighting. They have all come to consume from Pioneer."

The audience died of laughter when they saw this. Players from both sides rushed to the pioneers like wolves and tigers, just to buy some equipment as soon as possible.

"Of course, we also met Yang YanXF from the Sarkaz tribe, as well as a group of professional players from the Dynasty Team."

On the screen, Yang YanXF smiled and waved to everyone, and a group of professional players including Huangtian and Houtu from Dynasty Team were very polite and greeted the camera.

After that, Magic ZX began to earnestly talk about the idea of ​​the pioneers to rebuild a town in this chaotic place. The Sarkaz players were very enthusiastic. Some were opening up new land, some were hunting, and the content of the channel suddenly became survival in the wild or city skylines. Watching the players draw lines from one part of the map to another step by step, this kind of building facilities built from the ground gave the players a strange feeling.

This may be the charm of pioneering new land, building a city on flat land, a city that players can enter.

"But in the end, Pioneer left after all. As a Sakta, he had done the best he could." Magic ZX said with emotion, "As a Sakta, he built a city for the Sarkaz on their land... I pay the highest respect to Pioneer. In the eyes of racism, Terra, Pioneer doesn't care about it at all. He has great love in his heart. Perhaps, he is a true angel."

"But the pioneer... our Yuanshen finally went to Longmen, Yan Country, alone. We players are going to continue to follow the pioneer after the pioneering work is over. At that time, brothers who know the information about the pioneer are invited to leave a message on the forum. Then we will present you with more stories about the pioneer."

"Parting is always sad, let me use a poem to commemorate our brief separation. The pioneers are gone and my heart is stabbed, but the memories are of that beautiful time. My tears blur and I cry directly~ The feeling of nostalgia will never fade away."

"Thank you everyone!"

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Chapter 72 Silent Anger

In Victoria, noble lords with titles have their own territories. They lead the people in their own way. The territories enjoy a certain degree of autonomy and are governed through legislation by local councils.

To some extent, Victoria is like a song of ice and fire that has not yet begun its plot. The noble lords who command each county and each region each have different positions, some are united, some are xenophobic, and some are flattering.

These flatterers were none other than the original noble lords of Tara. After their country was destroyed, some of them still held on to their titles, but at what cost?

They need to pay more money and taxes to Victoria as a bargaining chip to protect their lives and status.

Victoria has become the sun in their hearts. Some people can't stand up after kneeling for a long time, but he will just keep kneeling. They joined forces with Victoria officials and began to formulate laws about the Tara people, saying that it was to make the Tara people live a better life, but who would believe this?

They joined the Victorians in oppressing the Tara people, who were also Tara.

"Mom, I heard that Dad will be back today."

Mandela rubbed her eyes and opened the bedroom door. Her mother was busy in the kitchen. After her injuries gradually healed, she found a job again on the street where Tara people lived, but the salary was not as much as that earned in the Victoria factory.

Today's breakfast was thin porridge, which was something Mandela was used to. Her bowl had the most ingredients, while her mother's was just thin soup.

"Yes, we should be able to hunt a big prey. Then every family will be able to get some meat, and the days ahead will be much better."

The mother stroked Mandela's head with a smile, "Okay, let's eat. You won't be working these days. Remember to read and write at home."

"Know it..."

Mandela felt a little depressed after hearing this. What was the point of reading and writing? Could reading and writing save the people of Tara? Could nitpicking defeat the domineering Victorian officers? Could learning to recite poetry make those nobles lenient?

She agreed only because it was her mother's request, but she was a little unhappy.

Her mother went out to work, and Mandela was the only one left in the room. She went back to the bedroom, took a collection of Victoria's poems from the bookshelf, and began to read it.

Her heart went back to the last day she worked with the pioneer brother a few days ago. Although the physical labor of moving things there was a little tiring, she still felt happy because there she had a friend and a brother who was very gentle to her.

To sum up Mandela's life in her own words at such a young age, it was a life without sunlight. The people of Tara lived in sewers, and even the infected people in Victoria had more human rights than the people of Tara.

She began to miss her pioneer brother who would listen carefully to what she said, and she began to remember the sunny afternoons when she whispered to Senomi.

I could bear the darkness if I had never seen the sun.

My mother didn't prepare any lunch. Most Tara people only had two meals a day, a not-so-good breakfast and a dinner with some pasta.

As for going to school...the Tara people cannot go to school, and young children either stay at home to study alone or go to factories to become child laborers early to subsidize their family income.

Mandela was rather thin, and her mother thought that she would get injured if she worked in a factory, so she insisted on letting her study at home.

In the afternoon, Mandela began to grumble to herself. She pursed her lips. She and her pioneer brothers used to have lunch together during the lunch break. Now that she was away from that kind of life, her body began to complain.

The sudden noise on the street startled Mandela. She stuck her head out and saw four Victorian officers in military uniforms standing at the entrance of Tara Street. One of them was holding a notice in his hand and was reading something loudly.

Mandela couldn't hear anything at this distance, so she hurriedly took the key in her hand, locked the door, and walked downstairs.

In the afternoon, the people of Tara who were working had not yet returned home. Only a few elderly people and most of them were children came to the street.

"——The recent economic situation is not very optimistic. The Duke is considering adjusting everyone's salary. In order for us to survive this winter, I hope everyone can cooperate."

Mandela only heard the second half and watched them post the notice on the bulletin board at the entrance of the street, and then several officers left.

The old people came forward to take a few more glances. Their faces, which were originally rough like old trees, wrinkled slightly. They sighed, shook their heads while leaning on their crutches, and muttered something to themselves.

Mandela stood on tiptoe. She didn't recognize some of the words, but she could understand the overall meaning of the notice without understanding all the words.

The minimum wage for Tara people is going to be reduced again.

The cause of this incident was also very dramatic. The Sakota messenger and some tourists stayed in Oak Forest County and often came into contact with the Tara people. The Earl hoped that they could make friends with the real owner of Victoria, and it would be even better if they could spread his name... Driven by such desire and resentment, he posted the notice board in advance. Telling everyone the low status of the Tara people was also a silent warning, hoping that they could stay away from these trash Tara people who had no status.

To some extent, Xia Yuan's arrival made some things happen earlier.

Mandela clenched her hands slightly. As a family-oriented child, she often helped her mother to buy things, so she was naturally familiar with the prices in Oak Forest County. The Tara people in Oak Forest County had been living a frugal life, and whether they could eat enough every day was still a problem. However, the current minimum wage has been reduced again... This means that some of them can no longer afford to eat.

We just want to live an ordinary life and have enough food to eat.

Mandela clenched his fists. Why were they still not satisfied? Why did they want to seize even these small matters? They didn't want to rebel, they just wanted to survive!

The old people sighed and some sensible children seemed to have foreseen a future of hunger and cried softly.

Before dinner, the people of Tara noticed the notice of the new law posted at the entrance of the street, and after taking a few glances, they were shocked.

"Why? We work so hard, and the salary is not as high as that of Victorians, but why do we have to deduct our salary?!"

"We already had our pay deducted once last year. We've worked very hard to save as much as possible. These Tara nobles who speak foul language don't want us to live!"

"We can't afford food anymore... Wow, I have a growing child at home, what should I do next?"

Mandela stood expressionlessly at the door of her house. She looked from afar at the Tara people who were gritting their teeth and cursing the nobles, and she pursed her lips.

"...Mother."

"Well, go home, I brought you some delicious food."

The mother was still the same as usual, but the sadness in the corners of her eyes could not be wiped away. The precocious Mandela naturally saw it, but she said nothing, she just remained silent.

Back in her bedroom, she looked at the collection of Victorian poetry on the desk and once again felt that everything was extremely ridiculous.

The next day, my father and the hunting team returned to Oak Forest County. These Tara people who had been away for many years were all young and strong. They were also the strongest and bravest among the Tara people in Oak Forest County. However, their faces were not very good. When they left the hunting team, they had a dispute with their employer over salary. The other party was only willing to pay two-thirds of the original salary and stated that this was a new law in Oak Forest County. If they were dissatisfied, they could go to the local police station to report him.

The young and middle-aged men were full of anger, which temporarily dissipated after they saw their families. However, their anger surged again after they saw the new law at the street entrance.

At dinner that day, my mother talked a lot and even took out a bottle of wine that she had kept for the next New Year and poured it for my father. My father said very little at the table, but after drinking the wine, he gradually opened up and began to talk about his hunting life in the wild during this period. There was meat on the table, which was a rare time for the Tara people to eat meat.

Mandela only remembered that her father was drunk that night. He kept sighing and saying sorry to the wall, but she didn't know who to say sorry to.

Maybe he was saying sorry to her. Even though every living being in this suffering land was already miserable enough, he and his mother still gave birth to her as a Tara person.

Mandela returned to her bed and cried softly while hugging her pillow. She looked at the Victorian poetry collection and felt disgusted. She wanted to tear up the papers.

She wanted to become stronger, she wanted to become a big figure in the eyes of the Tara people, and then take revenge on them for all the suffering the Tara people had endured over the years!

On the morning of the third day, the people of Tara held a long-awaited strike. They put down their work, came to the streets where Victorians lived, and marched to the police station and the mansions of noble lords. They protested against this unfair decree and for their future lives!

Mandela's father also participated in the strike march. Her mother's worries grew day by day. Mandela felt suffocated in her room every day. She always felt that the sunlight outside the window was so dazzling. She still lived the same life as before, getting up every day to read and write, but the Victorian poetry collection had been put back in the summer vacation and put aside.

On the fourth day, there was a strike march.

On the fifth day, there was a strike march.

On the sixth day, there was a strike march.

On the seventh night, everyone returned home after a day of strike and march. They simply ate some food and went to bed. Mandela closed her eyes after listening to the lullaby her mother sang. She curled up her body and soon fell into a dream.

On the seventh night, some Victorian officers in military uniforms arrived at the entrance of Tara Street and began to sprinkle gasoline on the ground of every house.

......

Xia Yuan ended his business trip in Kendall Town. Now he has developed the habit of going to a town twice. The first time he comes to the town, he sends a signal to the players, telling them that the pioneers have come and will stay in this town for a few days. The surrounding players can also put their tasks on hold and come to Xia Yuan to buy equipment.

The second time he went to the town was to take care of the players who had traveled a lot of time for him, just like the professional players from Yanyu Tower whom Xia Yuan was waiting for. They had a lot of money and experience in their hands, and were fat sheep for Xia Yuan.

This was also the reason why he temporarily left Kendall. There were no factories in Kendall, which was not suitable for him to do any work, so he had to go back to Oak Forest County.

Before dusk, Xia Yuan drove his car to the gate of Oak Forest County. The Victorian Mounted Police here had already recognized him, and even the nobles of Oak Forest County told them not to provoke the messengers walking on this land. Naturally, they served him well.

The streets were a bit messy. Xia Yuan was a little confused and asked the mounted policeman on duty, "Why does this street look so messy? What happened?"

The mounted police officer was furious. "It's all because of those Tara Victoria foul language! These ungrateful beasts demonstrate on the streets every day, seriously disrupting the peaceful life in Oak Forest County. Many tourists have been scared away. It's really unlucky for Victoria foul language!"

"I see..."

Xia Yuan didn't say much. Jian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, remained silent. The two returned to the hotel they had stayed in before, and Jian took Senomi out of the car.

"Is it a new law? I heard the other troopers mumbling about it."

"You have a very good hearing," Xia Yuan praised. "Did you hear the content of the decree?"

Mace recalled, “The Tara people’s salaries were lowered because the economy in Oak Forest County was in trouble.”

"Mace, do you believe it?"

"I do not believe."

"What a coincidence. I don't believe it either."