Because the killing field system has its own appearance adaptation function, in the eyes of this group of townspeople, Leon is not a weirdo in a full red sweater, but a young Asian in Victorian costumes, and there is no sense of disobedience.

The crowd involuntarily cleared a clearing, and the bald mayor looked over, "You are"

"This is a monk who crossed the ocean from the Eastern Tang Dynasty to the Kingdom of Rune, Brother Dao. The latter few were his disciples. ”

Frederick, a lumberjack, hurriedly explained, "Brother Dao has profound wisdom and occult knowledge from the mysterious East. ”

"I don't know you, you're the lumberjack who lives in the forest."

The mayor looked at Frederick, remembered the identity of this strange lumberjack, nodded, and looked at Leon, "This monk, you said you have a way to help us solve the current situation?" ”

"That's right."

Leon nodded, waving his palm behind him, signaling for his teammates not to follow, "I can get the townspeople of Hamelin Town and the African-American residents who have come to settle here, to come to an agreement,

Live together and live in harmony in a mutually acceptable way. ”

"Huh?"

The mayor's face fell again, he actually wanted to send all the blacks away, out of sight and out of mind,

However, this kind of thing cannot be said in public.

"Well," said the mayor, "your solution is."

"Hehe," Leon said with a somewhat mysterious smile on his face, "follow me." ”

I saw that Li Ang quickly entered the street bar, moved out a large number of tables and chairs, and built a simple stage in the middle of the road.

On the stage again, a table was placed, and he stood outside the table.

None of the black residents, including the black residents who were leaning down against the windows, could not understand what he was doing.

As if by magic, Li Ang took out a coat for cross talk from his clothes, put it on himself, and looked at the bewildered townspeople below, and said indifferently: "I need a volunteer, who will come?" ”

The townspeople looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up. The hippie sneered, clasped his hands over his chest, and looked like he was watching a good show.

He was an expert at expelling pests, and even he couldn't solve the problem, how could an Asian monk from the East have a solution.

Li Ang frowned and urged, "Hurry up, this is for the good of your town." ”

The townsfolk were crowded, and the mayor looked left and right for a while, and when he saw that no righteous man had stepped forward, he put up a solemn and solemn face, and quietly stretched his palm behind him, and violently pushed the back of a young townsman standing beside him.

The hapless young townsman was shoved, lost his balance under his feet, and stumbled forward,

The mayor of the town was overjoyed and took the lead in applauding, "Good! Faust, I was not mistaken about you! I'll ask Lawne to give you a raise. ”

Led by the mayor, all the townspeople began to applaud and applaud the quarry worker named Faust.

"You guys"

Faust's expression on his face changed a few times, he really wanted to return to the crowd again, but looking at the way everyone applauded him warmly, this young worker, who was usually active and unwilling to be mediocre, was also a little sought after.

Blushing in a daze, he climbed onto the stage that Leon had set up improvised.

"Your Excellency, what should I do?"

"Don't be nervous, young man." Li Ang smiled, "What we are going to do is a kind of traditional oriental opera performance called 'cross talk'. You just need to cooperate with me and talk to me at the right time. ”

"Okay, okay."

Faust swallowed, his mind frantically wondering what 'cross talk' was.

Li Ang didn't pay attention to the volunteer, only to see him shake his coat, slap the table, and say aloud to the townspeople and the African-American residents who were watching: "Today, we will tell you a cross talk." ”

"Hmm!" Faust subconsciously responded to the Tao.

Li Ang nodded and said indifferently: "The content of this cross talk is a story of finding relatives." ”

"Yes." Faust felt like he had the hang of it.

"The hero of the story is a little Nigo."

"What?!" Faust was shocked, didn't care about any cross talk programs, and hurriedly said, "Like words?" Like words? Like words? How can you use discriminatory terms? ”

"Huh?" Li Ang looked dazed, "What discriminatory words?" ”

"Ni, Nigo!"

Li Ang was even more confused, "Nigo is a discriminatory word? ”

"Of course!" Faust is anxious to prove that he is a good resident who does not engage in any racial discrimination, "This is a word that insults our dearest brothers and sisters of African descent, how can you use that word?" ”

"Hey!" When Li Ang heard this, he waved his hand, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'm talking about Nigo, but I don't mean African-American brothers and sisters." ”

"And what do you mean?"

Li Ang explained: "In our Eastern Tang Dynasty, the girl who wears Lolita-style clothes is called Lo Niang, and the boy who wears Nike is also called Brother Ni. You know, Nike is a brand of clothing. Nigo refers to boys who wear this kind of brand. ”

"Oh-oh," Faust's heart hung high again, "I see, I understand, you go on, but it's better not to use the word Nigo, I'm afraid that our dear African-American brothers and sisters will be misunderstood." Mistakenly think that we are the kind of racists who are extreme and narrow-minded. ”

"Hey, that's troublesome." Li Ang raised the sleeves of his coat and pursed his lips, "If you don't need it, don't use it, I said it again." ”

"Hmm."

"The hero of our story is named Nigo."

"Why is it still Nigo?!!!! Faust felt like he was going to collapse.

"Huh?" Leon glanced at him, "Brother, your ears are not good, are you?" I didn't say Nigo. ”

"And that's what you're talking about?"

"Mud ploughing, mud of the soil, ploughing of the cultivated land." Leon explained.

"Who would give this name to a normal person?!"

"You don't know." Li Ang smiled: "In this hometown of small mud farming, it often rains, and the ground is full of mud, and their family has to plow the land all day long, so they have such a name." ”

Faust's face was tight, and this explanation was also full of malice, "May I ask, where is this mud cultivator?" Fastest update on PC::/

"People from the Kingdom of Rune."

"Oh, that's good." Faust breathed a sigh of relief.

"My ancestors are from Africa." Leon added.

"Isn't this still Nigo!?" Faust was completely devastated, and did not pay any attention to the work at this moment, he had already said the word Nico many times.

"Africa is not all black, but Egypt is white." Leon was a little annoyed, "You still won't let me say it?" ”

"You say what you say." Faust smiled like a force, he didn't dare to delve further into the skin color of the protagonist of this story.