Ark, I became an NPC in the online game

The voice of Tong Zhen sounded in the backstage of the bar. Xia Yuan retracted his gaze and noticed that a little Li Boli appeared behind the bar. She looked a year or two younger than Senomi, about ten years old, with short black hair and a pair of innocent black pupils blinking. She looked at the bartender with a natural smile.

"Okay, this cup is for you."

In front of outsiders, the bartender Liberi didn't say much, but handed the cup to his daughter and asked her to wipe it with a small towel.

Xia Yuan smiled when he saw this scene, but he felt a little depressed when he saw the slightly wary look of the bartender Liberi. Wouldn't people feel happy when they see cute things?

"soldier?"

This sentence instantly tensed the arm muscles of the Liberi bartender. He took a step forward to protect his daughter behind him, "Sir, you..."

Before the other party could say the order to expel him, Xia Yuan shook his head and said, "Do you think my race and appearance look like a spy working for Leitania and Columbia?"

The bartender exhaled and shook his head to save face. “I’ve never heard of any spies from the Sakota tribe.”

"That's good. Why are you so nervous?" Xia Yuan took a sip of wine and whistled comfortably. "I am a messenger, walking on this land. I came to Dosores just to deliver a message."

The man nodded, accepting Xia Yuan's words.

"Besides that, the reason I just saw your daughter is because I have three sisters who are about her age."

After hearing this explanation, the man put away his vigilance and asked, "Sakota, what do you want to know?"

"It seems that you know that the Sakota people are all curious people." Xia Yuan laughed. He walked to the door of the store and turned the original opening sign into closed sign.

"——Hey, if you do this, how will I earn money?"

Before the man finished speaking, Xia Yuan took out a handful of alloy coins from his arms. He seemed to think that was not enough, so he took out a few gold chips and said, "I'll book this bar."

"..."

The middle-aged man's face twitched slightly. "Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Let me guess." Xia Yuan did not directly answer the middle-aged man's question, but continued to talk on his own, "You are a soldier, it's obvious. Soldiers from Colombia and Letania will not appear here at this time, and the agents they send out will definitely not have such conspicuous physical characteristics, so you are a real Bolivarian soldier, right?"

"As for why we came to Dosorez, it was probably because we wanted to test the enemy's situation, right? After all, most true Bolivarians always have this question in their hearts: what exactly is this Dosorez like? What will happen when the three forces intersect? Is Dosorez, which indulges in pleasure and crime, really the Bolivarian city in the hearts of the true Bolivarians?"

Xia Yuan smiled and drank up the wine. He continued to push the empty glass towards the man with a complicated expression, "If you don't mind, how about telling me your name?"

Of course, he had already given the other party a reconnaissance before.

【Lv69 Pew Silva】(Yellow)

“Pew, you can call me Old Pew, what about you, the aggressive Sakota guest?”

"Xia Yuan, my goal is to travel around the world and help people solve their problems."

Chapter 101: Sacrifice the minority to save the majority?

Old Pugh's daughter was still wiping the wine glasses. She seemed very interested in Old Pugh's job. Maybe she could become a bartender in the future.

Pugh did not tell Xia Yuan his last name. Xia Yuan naturally understood that being able to tell him his name was already the limit of what the other party could do. After all, there were thousands of people named Pugh in the entire Dosores. As long as he did not tell them his last name, he would not have any risk or possibility of being exposed.

"You are... a general among the real Bolivarians?"

"I'm not even a general." Old Pugh shook his head and said calmly, "...I'm just a soldier with a little reputation."

"Dos Solès, this place accommodates many forces. Both Leitanian and Colombian spies can be seen everywhere. As a true Bolivarian, I want to see with my own eyes what kind of magic this city has that can attract so many tourists."

Xia Yuan continued to drink the golden beer. "Have you found it? The reason for Dosores' existence."

Pugh rubbed his daughter's head and sighed softly, "It was still July when I came to Dos Solès. I watched the Dos Solès Ironman Grand Prix rise from zero to one little by little. I still have complicated feelings about what Mayor Candela Sánchez did."

"Dos Soles is full of evil, violence and crime. You tourists can't see these, of course, because most of them happen in the downtown area." Pew continued to pour wine for Xia Yuan. Looking at his skilled posture, he was more like a professional bartender than a soldier. "In just one month, many people from the three forces died in the downtown area. We, the real Bolivarians, have lost a lot of people here."

“But it’s also strange. This is a sinful city, but the Bolivarians love living here.”

Pugh's thoughts and views are not extreme. He does not look at things with the hatred and resentment of a true Bolivarian. His views are relatively rational - this is why Xia Yuan chose to continue chatting with him. Both parties can communicate rationally on an equal basis, rather than unilaterally listening to Pugh bombarding his boredom.

What does this city represent? Is it pure desire? Or is it the desire to make a difference?

Xia Yuan didn’t know the answer, and Pew doesn’t know either now.

"If you want to live in Dosores, the price shouldn't be cheap." Xia Yuan looked at the little girl's cheek. The latter noticed Xia Yuan's gaze and gave a soft smile.

"You're right." Pugh folded his arms and said, "Not everyone can enter Dos Solás. It's very expensive to travel here, and it costs even more to live here. In all of Bolivar, the most profitable job is to work in Dos Solás, whether you're a worker, a hotel waiter, or a postman."

"Becoming a soldier, making money?"

Pugh was silent for a moment, then nodded, "The military is actually the most lucrative job."

"Well, it seems that not all real Bolivarians want to liberate Bolivar."

Xia Yuan shrugged.

The most profitable job is to be a soldier. Why is being a soldier the most profitable? What does this represent? Of course, they did a lot of dirty things behind the scenes. They competed with Letania and Colombia for the dominance of Bolivar, but they also did a lot of dirty things.

The Real Bolivarians are not an organization solely for the Bolivarian Movement, and they do not regard all people who have lived in the Bolivarian Plain as "Real Bolivarians". They are more like local warlords, stronger than outsiders, but to a limited extent, and sometimes even weaker.

But some people may say that these individual cases or these people cannot represent all, and there must be people who are truly dedicated to the country of Bolivar.

This is indeed true, but as a whole, there are very few organizations that can truly move forward towards a goal. People will forget the previously set goals while moving forward step by step, and gradually drift away from the main force.

Back to the original statement, in fact, all Bolivarians love living here.

"Bolivar is like most of us. We may lose everything at any time and our lives are uncertain," Pugh said softly. "Compared to other places in Bolivar, Dos Solès is already a paradise."

"When I was a soldier in my early years, I was stationed in a village outside Bolivar. That night, I was attacked by the Singas Dynasty army. I was lucky. As a member of the night patrol, I managed to escape. At that time, I was hiding in the cracks of the strange rocks on the mountain, looking at the fire in the distance and listening to the screams of my colleagues. I couldn't do anything. I was too weak and powerless."

The little girl looked at her father worriedly and gave him a loving hug. Old Pew squatted down, comforted his daughter and continued, "You can say I'm a coward, you can say I'm a deserter, I admit it, but in that case, there must be a messenger who can notify the real Bolivarian army... I used this reason to convince myself and survived."

"The entire village, from the real Bolivarian army to the villagers, was massacred by the Singas Dynasty. When I returned to the village in the early morning... the village and the bodies were burning."

Old Pew coughed a few times, and he also poured himself a cup of golden beer and took a sip. "As a true Bolivarian soldier, I only feel decadence and sadness in this city. This city is like a dye vat of sin. But as an ordinary Bolivarian, I think... it's good."

"good?"

"Almost, because Bolivarians need hope, even if it's sin wrapped in honey."

Old Pew shook his hands, lit a cigarette for himself, and sent his daughter back to the kitchen. He turned to look at Xia Yuan, "Curious traveler, is there anything else you want to know?"

"If you die one day, what will happen to your family?" Xia Yuan asked.

Old Pugh smiled faintly, "As a soldier, I don't care much about life and death. If I die one day, I will probably entrust my daughter to my comrades."

"Do you want your daughter to bear Bolivar's hatred as well?"

"..."

Old Pew held a cigarette in his mouth, silent. It was as if the pause button had been pressed on this middle-aged man. It was not until the cigarette burned the mouthpiece that he came to his senses and let out a sound of pain.

"If I had a son, I would tell him my goal and the wishes of all Bolivarians." Old Pew sighed, "It's a pity that I don't have a son, but fortunately, I don't have a son."

"On the land of Terra, I just hope that my daughter can be safe and live a happy life, that's all."

He continued to light a new cigarette, feeling distressed. This thing was not cheap, and he had clearly planned to smoke one cigarette a day, but today he made an exception... But considering that the curious Sakota had paid so much for the wine, he would make an exception.

"You see clearly."

Xia Yuan sighed, and Old Piyou laughed and shook his head.

"Your daughter is a little younger than my adopted sisters."

"adoption...?"

Old Pew looked Xia Yuan up and down for a long time before saying, "Aren't you a messenger? How come you have a side job of running a kindergarten?"

"It's not a kindergarten." Xia Yuan laughed and shook his head, "They are all children with miserable lives. I just asked them to call me brother and I took care of them."

After Old Pew finished his story, Xia Yuan didn't mind sharing her own story either. The simplest one was the story of Senomi, who was bought back from the slave market by Xia Yuan. But Old Pew, who already had a daughter, knew how much of a salvation Xia Yuan's action would be for Senomi.

After hearing the story of the Mandela Tara people, Old Pew sighed repeatedly, obviously thinking of them as the real Bolivarians. However, they were still luckier than the Tara people, because the Tara people were a defeated country, and the nobles of the Tara people would also exploit the ordinary people of Tara... The real Bolivarians may not be united, but from the perspective of having their own army, they are much luckier than the Tara people.

Susie's story made him, who was a poor man in the past, empathize. The family struggled to survive in the mobile city. In order to earn enough money to support the whole family, Mr. Grete burned himself out and died of overwork and cold. Susie was lucky to know Xia Yuan because of Mandela. She also got the opportunity to continue her studies. Even if she would work for Xia Yuan in the future, her fate was changed by Xia Yuan.

Old Pugh raised his glass and clinked it with Xia Yuan's. "It seems that besides being a messenger, you have done a lot of other work."

"Because my code name is Trailblazer."

"pioneer?"

"Yes, I also said this when I introduced myself. You can regard it as the innocence and fantasy that the Sakota race is born with." Xia Yuan said softly, "Traveling all over the world to help people solve their problems. It's just a simple sentence, but it's very difficult to actually put it into practice."

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This is Hebrew, which means that to save one life is to save the whole world.

This sentence comes from the ancient Jewish rabbi's interpretation of Genesis 4:10 in the Bible. This verse is about the first murder in the Bible, after which God called Cain, the first murderer of mankind, and asked him: "What have you done? Why does your brother's blood cry out to me from the ground?"

The word "blood" here is not singular in Hebrew, but plural. The rabbis explained that this blood includes the blood of Abel and all those who may have been born from Abel. Therefore, "if anyone destroys a life, the Bible considers him to have destroyed the whole world; if anyone saves a life, the Bible considers him to have saved the whole world."

The Laterans have their own doctrines, which are exactly the same as religions in some ways. They also have their own norms and standards, and there is indeed such a course in the curriculum of the church school, called the Doctrinal Analysis Course, which is a course that the Laterans find boring.

Xia Yuan was not a liberal arts student, and he only felt a headache looking at those words, and he did not have any experience bonus, but he had a very good memory and could memorize the doctrine completely, which also meant that he could throw out a few sentences of the doctrine anytime and anywhere and become a riddle man.

How much is the value of a life? How to calculate it? The answer of the doctrine is that the value of a life is equal to the value of the whole world. In this land, the value of every life should be respected, especially the weak life.

Don't look down on anyone. Don't regard those we encounter in life as mere mortals. Countries, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are all passing, and their lives are like gnats compared to human life. But those we laugh with, work with, live with, neglect, or exploit every day are eternal people. To us, they are either an eternal nightmare or an endless splendor.

He doesn't have the same worries as his righteous companions, nor is he a paranoid idealist, nor is he a great hero, who will not always put everyone on the scale and sacrifice the minority on the scale in order to save more people. For him, he will help those who can be saved, and will leave it to fate and do his best for those who cannot be saved.

"Are all the Sakota people walking on the earth like this?" Old Pugh smiled.

"I would rather see myself as a 'human' than a Sakota. Only after we developed emotions and rationality and became 'humans', did we become different races." Xia Yuan leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "So in my eyes, old Pew, there is no difference between you and me. It's just that the spotlight on my head is brighter, and yours is not."

Old Pugh laughed and muttered to himself, "Crazy, too crazy."

"There are even crazier ones. I've also been to Kazdel."

"..."

Old Pew grinned, and seemed to be muttering something, or sighing.

"The appearance of an alien like you in Lateran, I wonder whether it is a good or bad thing for you."

"I prefer the code name Pioneer to Lateran."

Xia Yuan finished his beer and stood up. He glanced at the Ironman Grand Prix auditions on TV, which had been going on for who knows how many rounds, and yawned.

"How long will you stay here, old Pew?"

"Who knows? It could be a month, or it could be half a year. The real Bolivarians are planning something. I respect the decision of the higher-ups."

"Really? See you then. I'll come drink again when I have the chance."

Old Pie watched Xia Yuan walk away, opened his mouth, and finally sighed.

"Dad, can I learn how to make cocktails from you?" A childish voice sounded from behind. Old Pew squatted down and picked up his daughter with a smile on his face.

"Of course, my little darling Raffia."

"Yeah, Daddy smells like alcohol."

"Hahaha."

Chapter 102: La Fiela

When you go to a city, you should not only see its colorful and glorious places, but also its dirty and shabby places.

This is true for Dosores and Longmen. Longmen has an intoxicating upper town, where both the architecture and decoration are pleasing to the eye, allowing people to most directly experience the collision of modernity and tradition in Yan Country. The lower town is mostly old apartment buildings, where a huge number of people live in a small building, making people feel breathless.

It is not the same for Dosorez? The rich area has sports cars, fine wine, yachts and swimming pools. It can be said that if you have money, you can enjoy the best services, while the poor area is crowded with workers. Three forces are roaming here secretly. Letania, Colombia and the real Bolivarians are secretly moving, and some underground organizations in the black market are committing crimes here.

Everything has its two sides. In Xia Yuan's opinion, Dosores is obviously several times more chaotic than any mobile city he has visited in the past. Lungmen is the friction between ordinary people and the infected, Oak Forest County is the oppression of the Tara people by the Victorians, and in Dosores, many forces are flourishing.

As a tourist, Xia Yuan naturally didn't want to get involved in the muddy water here. He himself didn't have any conflict of interest with the three forces, so he might as well just be a tourist and enjoy his vacation.

In the next few days, Xia Yuan and Muirseth went shopping, enjoying the sunshine and the beach. Sometimes they would go to the tourist area and start selling their own goods and career books, while also caring about the players. More often, he would go to the bar to drink and chat with Old Pew.

There is always a kind of beauty in chatting with someone you have never met and may never meet in the future. Besides, Xia Yuan was completely confused about Bolivar's situation in his previous life, and with Old Pew as an explainer, he understood a lot.

Sometimes, Xia Yuan would invite Old Pew and his daughter to go to other urban areas to watch the Ironman Grand Prix that had already started. He also learned that Old Pew's daughter's name was Rafiela. She seemed to be curious about such a Grand Prix and always wanted to go to the scene to see it.

When old Pew appeared in the audience with his daughter, he found that Xia Yuan had been waiting for them there.