The security station in the port area faces the busiest street in Kingallen Port, and 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 full of confusion, and for a moment he couldn't recognize where he was.
The clean and tidy streets, the white-painted bungalows, and the black street lamps stand tall. Everything seems 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.
This place doesn't have the dignity and elegance of Tulip Street, but more like the noisy Kraba Market.
as expected.
It's all chaos here.
"you're free."
Someone said this behind him, and his voice was a little cold, even with a hint of ridicule.
"Thanks……"
Nihak replied subconsciously, and then realized that this was not what he should say.
Giving the prison guard a hard look, he rolled down his sleeves and took a step towards 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 shouted dissatisfiedly at him, but did not bother with him.
Time is money, and if he had this nonsense time, he might as well make two more trips and earn a few more gallons.
However, Nihak did not intend to let this guy go. His face turned red and he reached out to grab the kid's neck.
"What did you call me...you, do you know who I am!"
"I don't care who you are, you are not one of those iron men!" The child deftly avoided his hand and said with a playful smile, not forgetting to make a face at him before leaving.
Seeing that the kid was 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 curse a few words and stop.
"Whose wild dog is really uneducated!"
Looking at the kid's outfit, although the clothes are a bit old, they are still neat. He must be a child of some down-and-out aristocratic family. With patches on his sleeves, so ungraceful, this family's life must be very unsatisfactory, and his father must be
Most of the time, my mother would have to sell the rough people who did manual labor, and she might even have to eat a few meals of dirt.
After imagining the poor and humble life of that guy, Nihak felt a little 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 who ride two-wheeled bicycles are more sophisticated, wearing cotton short-sleeved shirts and trousers, and a leather corset around their waists.
Not just men, but women as well, and this is what shocked him the most.
Although the poor people in Kingallen Harbor have never known etiquette and wear whatever they have, and a curtain around their waist is also called a skirt, but for those who can afford to wear clothes, who can wear pants and who cannot wear them?
There is also a set of unwritten rules that have been formed over 200 years about what to wear on any occasion.
When he saw the child wearing clothes earlier, 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 Port Kingallen?
Nihak was completely stunned, his eyes widened.
And at this moment, the noisy voice and the noisy information were also poured into his ears. The buzzing sound made him feel as if his head was about to explode.
"Selling newspapers, fresh newspapers! All the must-eat delicacies in Kingallen Port are on it, as well as the latest news in the wasteland!"
“Old noodle steamed buns! Delicious steamed buns! And freshly baked big meat buns!”
"Where are you going boss? It only costs a gallon for a mile!"
"I pedal fast! Boss, please take my car!"
"I heard that the expeditionary force won the battle, although it was a tragic victory, with more than 10,000 people dead!"
"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 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. You can't stay here forever."
"There's nothing wrong with that, right? His Majesty the Emperor and his governor have already gotten out of here."
"It's good, but 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 streets full of smoke.
Nihak didn't know what they were happy about, let alone what there was to be 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 severe sticks. And for those girls wearing trousers, they would confiscate their trousers.
Then drive her away, or keep her there for a few days depending on her mood, waiting for her family to come and pick her 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 had become a mess.
However, to his dismay, those idiots 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.
Everything seems to be just his own selfishness - he thinks that he is very important, and no one here can live without him, so the alliance rushes to release him.
The fact is that without him, people would be better off.
Facing everything unfamiliar, he suddenly felt at a loss in his heart.
At this moment, a tentative greeting came from behind him.
"Mr. Nihak?"
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 the man obviously knew him. When he saw his face, he immediately showed a happy expression and walked forward happily.
"As expected, it's you! I am Akshay, Mr. Iser's servant."
This guy was fatter than in the portrait, and his neck was almost gone, so 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, and just continued with a warm smile.
"A nobleman like you will definitely not remember my master. He is just a baron who deals with rough people like me all day long. However, my master always remembers you. At the coming-of-age ceremony banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince the year before last, he and
You met him once. He always told us that he only knew what a real nobleman was like after meeting Governor Nihak."
The coming of age banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince the year before last...
Governor Nihak certainly remembers the fourth prince, and he remembers everyone around His Majesty. However, how could he possibly remember who he met and who he drank with at a certain prince's coming-of-age ceremony banquet?
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 Nihak 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 man named Akshi 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 confusion, 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 armies and 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 and I will slowly explain it to you.
clear."
"That's troublesome." Nihak glanced around and saw that no one else came to pick him up, so he accepted his kindness and followed Iser's servant.
The two of them got into a three-wheeled car, or to be precise, it was a caravan pulled by three wheels.
And just at the other end of the street, a young rat tribe guy wearing crisp clothes was looking at the prison door with an indifferent expression.
He said 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 that emerged from the sewer. He was frightened by the people on the street. He is cowardly, humble, with a fierce appearance and a vicious heart... Tsk tsk."
He shook his head gently, not hiding the disgust and ridicule in his eyes.
That guy looked exactly 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 mine.
This is the nobility of the empire.
There are no Japanese people, cattle people, or elephant people here. There are clearly only different kinds of rats.
Kunal muttered: "I don't understand why the Alliance doesn't just kill them."
Wouldn't it be nice to be that emperor yourself?
It's so troublesome.
As long as they take a step further west, they can capture the City of Thousand Pillars. As long as they add one pillar there, they can rule this land as the "Iron Man" and become the 1001st god on this land.
"You're right if you don't understand. That's something I can't figure out either, but my intuition tells me that this is one of the reasons why the alliance didn't kill them."
After looking at his friend, Asin simply said this, and then ended this fruitless topic.
Pity.
He originally planned to treat the down-and-out gentleman to a meal, and maybe he could get in touch with Tiandu to expand the business in Jiaotou Bay, but it seemed that he was still a step too slow, and someone was there first and was eyeing him.
That rascal.
But it didn't matter. After thinking about it, it was unlikely that the gentleman would have a drink with a rat tribe member like himself, and after seeing the guy's ugly appearance, he suddenly lost interest.
Especially when he thought that this huge empire was actually run by such a bunch of people, he felt that his face was dull and he couldn't straighten his waist.
It's better to replace these people, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
Once this idea came up, it was out of control and fermented in his mind.
Of course, he never thought about becoming the emperor himself. After all, the emperor's life may not be as comfortable as he is now.
I heard that there is a group of Yue tribe rebels in the forest to the north.
Maybe he could invest in those people.
For example, you can use your network among warlords to send them some equipment, arrange for some people to go to Dawn City to study, and so on.
It was actually very easy to operate it. Through the hotel called "The Land of Abandoned Ships", he even got on the line with the leaders of the Tiger Army and the Black Panther Army. The entire eastern region had large and small estates and mine production.
At least half of the resources are sold to Kingallen Port through his shadow port.
Although the risk is very high, what if those Yue Clan people succeed?
Investing in a new dynasty can bring much greater returns than investing in a downtrodden old noble...
…
At this moment, Governor Nihak did not know that a certain rat tribe boy was staring at his back and thinking about something treacherous.
When he followed Aksh to the Triumph Hotel, he was completely stunned by the table of delicious food in front of him.
Compared with this dazzling array of delicacies, the box lunch he ate in prison was simply pig food!
Looking at the former Governor devouring food, Aksh was about to say something to comfort you for being so hungry in prison, but looking at the loose flesh of his neck, he held back his words.
Obviously, the Alliance did not starve him. In just a few months, he was almost fed to a pig. All that noble blood was flowing was fat.
Resisting the urge to laugh, Aksh stood beside him and respectfully recounted everything that had happened during this period, especially highlighting General Babita's stupidity on the northern front and his master's behavior in the south.
The difficulty of thread-eating worms.
Nihak, who was full of wine and food, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. When he heard about eating insects, he immediately stopped him in disgust.
"Okay, okay, I understand the situation. This matter is easy to handle. I'll put in a few nice words to His Majesty for you and move that Baron of Babita to the south and your master to the north."
Anyway, looking at the titles of those guys, I guess His Majesty didn't pay much attention to the expeditionary force.
After all, as a baron is a captain of ten thousand men, this army may not even have a few professional soldiers, and it will only be a group of serfs if it is supported to death. The sum of the oil and water of a hundred people is not as much as that of a regular soldier.
Arranging a few barons was just a matter of words for him.
Aksh almost choked on his spit when he heard this and said quickly.
"Your Majesty, you can't...if you move us to the north, wouldn't we have to...take the blame for General Babita? The hardships we endured on the southern front will be in vain!"
"What you say makes sense," Nihak burped and said lazily, "Well, I'm too lazy to think about such a trivial matter. You can just make the conditions. If it's not too much, I'll do it.
Helped."
Hearing this, Akshay suddenly became energetic, smiled and whispered a few words in his ear in a flattering manner.
"...We don't ask for much, as long as your majesty splits the expeditionary force into the Southern Army and the Northern Army. This will also facilitate 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. Send a message
Telegrams have to be forwarded twice."
"Okay, I'll help you with this." Nihak agreed with his lips.
Aksh was also a man who knew how to get things done. He glanced at the servant next to him, immediately picked up a suitcase, and placed it gently on the seat next to the table.
"This is a little thought from my master... It can be regarded as an apology for 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 pile of golden banknotes.
Dinar golden ticket!
These banknotes with special anti-counterfeiting marks can be exchanged for dinars of the same denomination in the Triumph City.
Although this thing is only circulated in the west of Middle-earth, the west coast of Borneo Province is often visited by merchant ships of the Wilant people. Those Wilant merchants all recognize this thing and charge up to 10% to 5% depending on the situation.
Discount.
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 squinted his eyes and glanced at Aksh with a half-smile.
This small amount of money was not worth worrying about, but it did surprise him that a mere baron could cough up half a million dinars.
Aksh made a wry smile and sighed softly.
"To tell you the truth, this is all my master's property, but if you can't come back safely, no matter how much money you have, it's useless... isn't it?"
"Ah."
Nihak laughed, didn't take his words seriously, and 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 the port. It will take you safely to West Sail Port, which is the territory of the Weilant people. We have arranged it there.
I’ve got a carriage to pick you up and take you to Tiandu.”
After hearing this, Nihak finally relaxed all his worries and anxieties and nodded with satisfaction.
"He is a person who knows how to get things done."
Aksh's face was filled with a smile and he said politely.
"As long as you are satisfied."
At the same time, at the port of Kingallen 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 herrings and distilled spirits produced in the Port of Goldengallon.
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 Kingallen 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 it is not too big.
There is a difference.
Now that the electronic pass has been open for some time, going to the legion's territory is no longer a critical matter, 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. Sisi didn't care where they went, so the three of them and the bear hit it off and decided on the destination of the next voyage.
.
Rourou, whose arms were 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 someone 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, Tail smiled mischievously 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 the situation?"
"Could it be that other stories happened when we didn't know about it?"
Looking at those gossipy eyes, Sisi said in a dumbfounded voice: "What the hell... It was just a friendship that we 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 Port of Kingallen.
If it weren't for Sesame's "I want to travel" and Tai's "It sounds interesting", I might not have gone so far. Instead, like most ordinary players, I would have experienced the game process according to the plan.
game.
But then again, precisely because she got to know so many interesting people, she increasingly felt that those people were not like NPCs, but more like real people.
What is going on in this world?
She thought about this question more than once, and even tried to send a private message to Dog Planning to ask, but she never got an answer.
Perhaps the answer is placed at the end of the journey, and only those who have passed the level can know it...
While several good friends were laughing and joking, Governor Nihak, who was carrying a suitcase, arrived at the pier under the courtesy of Aksh.
Standing on the dock, he raised his eyes to the deck and happened to see the white bear speaking 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 find another 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 Kingallen Port.
, only the merchant ships of the Alliance and 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 that only required two days of waiting, 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 in his heart and could only bite the bullet and walked up to the deck.
Take the Alliance ship home...
What a bad luck!
Standing next to the gangway, a crew member walked up to him and checked his identity with the passenger manifest.
"Is this Mr. Nihak? Please come with me...wait, are you Nihak?" The crew member opened his eyes wide in surprise and 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, and before the latter got angry, he looked away and made a gesture of invitation, "
Your room is at the end of the corridor on the right hand side of the negative deck, please come with me."
As the last passenger boarded the ship, the Rourou blew its whistle and slowly left the pier.
At this moment, the vast majority of the residents of Kingallen Port did not even know that their governor had left prison and rolled out of Kingallen Port in despair.
But even if they knew about it, they probably wouldn't care about it and would at most just take a look at that guy's joke.
In just a few months, they created a miracle that had not happened in this land for two hundred years. In their hearts, they felt grateful to the alliance and also felt a sense of pride that they had never had before.
Although there are still some down-and-out nobles and conservatives 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 the technology of the alliance would be used, and no messy equality would be mentioned.
In fact, those machines are not that difficult to operate. There are not necessarily more jobs than farming, and 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, they are out of their control. Those "lower people" who stood up almost regarded the "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.
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 on the last page and say, 'Governor Nihak has gone home.' In addition, what about Duke Jarawa?
Contact them 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 appear again.
The Adhesive Community needs unity. It does not mean that the fire will be scattered after the war is over. 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 ranks are complex and full of opportunists.
And this is the real reason why he specifically ordered Baiyue Company to restrain itself on matters in 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 the chair and cast his gaze at the lifeless gray fog outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
The leading troops of the coalition forces are entering the Haiyia Province.
And according to their feedback, the situation there can be described as hell...