It is an isolated island in a vast ocean, a place that was once a prison in history, and is now recognized by the world as a pearl on the sea.
The City of Light was its earliest name, but with the settlement of more and more ethnic groups and people, and the establishment of artificial islands on the edges, it is now called the Mingxi Islands.
This is either a transliteration, or the words and names of Dongguo. This world has been too deeply influenced by Dongguo culture.
Although there are about seventeen other languages in circulation among the people, the first official language is Dongguo dialect.
“What a beautiful city”
What Lu Pingping set foot on was an outer artificial island. His ship needed to complete supplies and corrections here, and most of the crew would also spend this period here.
The main island of the Mingxi Islands has long been overcrowded. During the ceremony, entry requires review and customs inspection. Lu Pingping plans to go there in two days.
"Isn't this really some resort beach?"
The large hotel is not far behind you, and the beach in front of you is endless. Beauties in bikinis are playing in the sea, and young waiters are serving the crowd.
Children chasing each other on the beach, young people playing volleyball, and old people taking a nap under umbrellas, each has his or her own way of playing, but the one thing that remains unchanged is their smile.
Not far away, there were vendors having a barbecue, and the host next door, with noisy lights and sound, seemed to be holding some kind of music festival.
This scene made Lu Pingping feel like he had returned to his hometown resort.
"This was originally a vacation spot for many wealthy businessmen and lords."
On the beach nearby, she was also wearing cool Lu Lu, applying sunscreen on herself, and said angrily.
She appeared here, and there were originally many problems. As a generalissimo, as a candidate pursuing the status of the highest military commander, being able to receive foreign guests at this critical time undoubtedly explains everything.
"Tsk, I know how to play."
Lu Pingan took the watermelon juice from the waiter, took a nice sip, and then lay back on the lounge chair under the umbrella.
He felt that the fight to the death some time ago was like a vacation in a dream where the front line fought to the death and the back was on vacation. It was too real and made him feel really subtle.
What's even more subtle is that most of the consumers here are local residents like the Long-Handed Clan and Fish People. Of course, judging from their clothes, they are basically not ordinary people.
"Sorry, private area."
From time to time, someone did try to strike up a conversation, but was blocked by the waiter.
Human beings like Mr. Lu have become one of the very few Dongguo people who can take such a leisurely vacation here. Naturally, they have become the targets that local wealthy businessmen, officials, and military leaders hope to make friends with.
"How is the main island?"
"You think I'll know?"
It is not a good habit to answer questions with rhetorical questions, but Lu Ping'an also determined from this tone that Commander Lu Lu's situation was indeed not good, and she should have been squeezed out of the inner circle.
He smiled and didn't say anything. If Lu Lu didn't pursue control of the top military officials, everything would be fine for her, but obviously, she didn't want to just sit idle.
"Well, those people from Lin Nu's church seem to have gone to the main island."
"I know this. It should be said that no one will forget it. They are a little bit."
When answering this, Lu Lu looked helpless.
She was already in the embarrassing position of being semi-ostracized, but she was proactively told about the "excessiveness" of the Dongguo people. Naturally, there was a reason.
"Arrogant?"
"Yes, although the etiquette is very thorough, teacher, can you convince me of that condition?"
Obviously, what she was talking about should be "dual citizenship" and "hundred-year tax exemption".
"Five quasi-gods and seventeen eighth-level people have jointly requested it. Are you sure that I, a seventh-level person, can stop it?"
Lu Ping'an smiled, and was happy to see that Lu Lu actually showed a depressed look. Lu did not say anything. He himself was also a member of the joint name, and the name included was still among the eighth level.
"Teacher!!" Lu Lu was a little anxious, with a hint of pleading in her voice.
"Dad can't even do it."
"Daddy!!"
"good."
Another round of tug-of-war began again. No matter what Lu Lu asked, Lu Pingan would not agree to help intercede.
At this time, personal likes and dislikes don't actually matter. When the group is fighting for the interests of everyone, if you don't advance or retreat together, you will probably sever yourself from your interest group.
This is a bit similar to industrial strikes organized by labor unions in some countries. Even if you have no objection to the current positions and treatment, you cannot stop the strike unless you plan to change industries, or are prepared to enjoy the exclusion and hostility of everyone.
And Lu Lu couldn't just give up. She stuck to him, shaking hard, trying to shake Lu Ping'an's will.
Others may not know it, but Lu Lu knows that her "mentor" is probably one of the very few boss-level beings who truly have "sympathy" for this world.
"By the way, how's the discussion about the patron saint going?" In the end, Lu Ping'an found an opportunity and abruptly changed the subject.
"It's impossible to negotiate. There are too many gods now. It's impossible to let Uncle Guan, a quasi-god, only have level 7. This matter can't even be brought to the table."
"Too."
Lu Pingan hopes to have more "rules" in Guan Xinxian's priesthood.
And now the most suitable person to become an "anchor" is the identity of the patron saint of the New Kingdom or the Long Hand Clan.
Since Guan Xinxian will be bound to this world in the short to medium term, Lu Pingan will naturally strive for the best treatment.
But now, with the competing interests of all parties, many gods are interested in the new country. Under their joint struggle, people like Guan Xinxian can't even get on the table.
"Probably, only by becoming a god and at least performing miracles can you have a chance to compete."
The patron saint of the new country is what Lu Ping'an wants to win most. If it is the patron saint of a certain ethnic group, it is also very difficult for Guan Xinxian, who was born in the Dongguo people, to win.
"God of fishmen, maybe you can give it a try"
His "theologians" came up with a very surprising option, but after verification, the success rate is quite high.
In fact, the origin of the local murloc tribe is basically the defectors of the Octopus tribe. Their biggest fear is their own family and becoming the slaves of the Octopus again.
And the factors in their bloodline also need to constantly resist the call of the "master". If there is a god who can help them in this regard and resist the temptation of the eight claws, they will naturally gain their faith.
"And if it's disgusting Ba Zhao, Senior Brother Guan probably won't refuse."
Of course, if there is a choice, the patron saint of the Long-hand Clan and the god of the new country's national religion are obviously much better than the fish-men's god of betrayal.
Lu Pingan did not go to the main island, but he was actually communicating, understanding, and intervening in this country in his own way. He tried to stay away from the whirlpool, at least not to get too close to the gambling table before placing a bet.
But when he tried to stay away from trouble, trouble found him first.