Moses felt that he was filled with awe-inspiring righteousness, coupled with the fearless aura of a brave man.

This should be the case, at least some of the new Calcutta City Councilors here think so.

Of course, another part of these people's thoughts is that the governor seems a bit crazy.

Mo Zhi almost laughed out loud.

It feels really good to hide from God's perspective and watch others pretend to be sexy.

As for Moses himself

As a person who was chosen by an unknown factor, and as a provincial governor of a southern province, there is naturally nothing wrong with his official appearance. At least it seems that it is difficult to find flaws.

It's just that Moses pretended to be okay, but he really didn't know what he was doing.

After struggling to finish the speech, Moses saw that everyone was looking at him with more or less admiration or contemplation. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he still asked in his heart with a trembling tone:

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, I did as you asked. Is this really okay?"

"I'm afraid that I will be beaten into a sieve as soon as I arrive at the new party's territory."

In fact, judging from the tone of Xi Moshe's heartfelt voice, it was clear that he was about to cry.

Unpredictable only used this sentence to interrupt his complaint: "You can't trust me?"

Moses did not dare to say any more.

If you go on, you are questioning the prince's judgment. That is not good.

Let’s talk less.

The next day, an armored truck set off from the city of Kolkata.

The driver had a look of despair on his face.

Moses and Epic sat in the back row, with the former scratching his seat nervously.

"That." Moses swallowed and said, "Holy Lady."

"I would like to ask you, what is your contract level?"

Shi Shi glanced at him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Provincial Governor, with the protection of the Prince, there will definitely be no problems."

Again.

Only then did Moses feel relieved.

Seeing his appearance, Shi Shi laughed:

"Don't worry, Mister Xing. I'm accompanied by this holy girl."

"Unpredictable. Prince, how could you send me to your household registration?"

Only then did Moses feel completely relieved.

Only the driver, who was driving as if facing a formidable enemy, had a pale face. After hearing the conversation between the two people, he glanced back involuntarily:

"Two adults, can you really ensure that everything is fine?"

Well, this driver is almost crying.

Shi Shi smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, there won't be any danger."

"Even if we encounter danger, we are safe."

This sentence made the driver feel a little doubtful about his IQ. Well, he regretted not learning reading comprehension well in elementary school.

Moses also expressed relief: "You are just the driver. Even if the new party wants to take action, they will not take action on you."

"The two of us must be in front of you."

The driver burst into tears: "What the hell is the difference?"

Only then did Moses realize that he had said the wrong thing and quickly explained:

"What I mean is, well, neither of us are afraid, but you are afraid of a hammer?"

The driver felt a little relieved.

The truck moved slowly, and the cabin was a little quiet.

Moses felt a little like the three people in the carriage going to the execution ground together, but hugging each other for warmth, so he found a topic to chat about:

"Mr. Driver, what's your name?"

"My name is cowardice, fear, cowardice, fear."

Moses was stunned and looked at the Hesse driver from behind: "Your name is quite typical."

"Yeah." The driver nodded numbly: "My mother had a dystocia and almost died when she gave birth to me. She was very scared at the time."

"That's it." Moses suddenly nodded and asked, "Well, you are a security guard, right?"

"Yes, I'm from the Sheriff's Department." Mr. Cowardly replied.

Moses nodded again and asked with some confusion: "There's something I can't figure out. How did you get chosen to be our driver?"

"Looking at your personality, it doesn't seem like it."

Cowardly immediately replied: "I didn't choose, I volunteered! I took the initiative to do this mission and drive the province and the saint to the outskirts of the city."

"At that time, the city council was openly recruiting drivers, but my colleagues all knew the dangers of this operation. Well, I was the only one who took the initiative to sign up."

Moses and Epic immediately looked at each other, seeing confusion in each other's eyes, and then continued to ask:

"Then it makes even less sense."

"You look very timid. Why did you sign up?"

Mr. Cowardly, the driver, chuckled: "Because, by doing this mission, you can get the official establishment of the federal government!"

“This is what the city council promised!”

Moses was immediately speechless.

The epic is also thoughtful.

Mr. Cowardly laughed and explained: "I have been working as a security guard for more than ten years, but I am only a temporary worker and have never been able to obtain the official federal establishment!"

"Maybe one day, if something happens to our unit, the director will take the blame for it, as temporary workers like us."

"Hey, it's difficult to formally establish the company. It's so difficult. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I want to take a gamble and turn the bicycle into an electric motorcycle."

"If it can solve the federal establishment, it's worth taking some risks!"

Moses looked thoughtful and sighed: "It is indeed difficult to formally establish the federation. Even if you are so timid, you have to work hard to give it a try."

The truck drives slowly.

On the streets on both sides, you can still see the new citizens of New Calcutta, carrying out some kind of work under the leadership of the city council members.

Repair roads, repair buildings and public facilities.

As long as you complete the day's work, you will receive sufficient food from the provincial council and even a little wages.

Under the severe blow of the Catastrophe of the Dead, it is already very good to be able to achieve this level now.

"How wonderful this is." Moses looked out the window and said with emotion: "If there weren't these bastards like the New Party, we would be able to cultivate farmland in the future, and next year, we can gradually restore the city's economic life and get back on track."

"Coupled with the proven mineral resources of Cochinram in Bancarol City and the planned new factories, well, there are two in Kolkata, and this city will really prosper very soon."

Epic heard the regret in Moses' tone, but he didn't speak.

The driver also sighed.

The truck slowly left the city and entered the suburbs.

The cities of the Hesse people all look like this. The inside of the city is still pretty, but the suburbs are already quite slums.

This is already a territory controlled by the New Party.

There are various tall and short houses on both sides of the road. There are iron houses, and the better ones are wooden houses. The ground is full of mud and garbage. The slightly cleaner places are occupied by bare-chested homeless people.

The residents of the various simple houses scattered on both sides of the street seemed to have heard the trucks and came out one after another, overlooking the behemoths on the street.

There seemed to be more and more people watching. They stood on various platforms built in front of the simple houses with indifferent expressions, watching the trucks pass by with indifferent expressions.

Behind the truck, a group of ragged young people followed. As the truck moved forward slowly, the Hesse people who followed were all trotting along.

Even the homeless people and beggars sleeping on the ground got up and followed the truck.

For a time, the residents, no, I should say the refugees, became very vocal.

The strange thing is that these people seemed to know who the visitor was in the truck. No one said a word, either looked down or trotted to follow, and the pace was somewhat unified.

"They knew we were coming."

Mr. Cowardly, the driver, screamed strangely: "A large number of these people have been brainwashed by the New Party."

"They are demonstrating, um, against us, no, I should say the provincial governor and the saint are demonstrating against us."

"That's why they didn't speak." Moses swallowed, "They want to put pressure on us."
To be continued...