Players mingle with the excited townspeople of Hamelin, and now that they know the fairytale prototype of this event, they begin to speculate about what will become of the Pied Piper in this PC-like world.

Soon, the mayor led everyone to their destination.

It was a horse-drawn carriage in an open space, a large and spacious wooden carriage, with intricately carved decorative patterns on the outside, an iron lantern hanging from each of the four corners, and a sign reading "Pioneer of Insect Eradication" hanging under the window.

The mayor coughed to hide his nervousness,

Under the comments of all the townspeople, he stepped forward and slammed the window of the carriage a few times, "Hello! ”

There was only a faint snoring in the carriage, and for a long time, there was no response,

The mayor leaned half of his body against the carriage, slammed the window a few more times, and turned his head sideways and shouted, "Is anyone there?" ”

The snoring in the carriage stopped suddenly, and after a loud sound, a middle-aged man in a colorful costume with long hair in a shawl came out of it.

The middle-aged man looked like a hippie in jeans and a loose shirt, with a thin face and blank eyes, and two heavy dark circles under his eyes.

The Pied Piper?

Leon raised his eyebrows, the hippie was neither dressed in a floral dress nor carrying a flute. Considering that this is a world that has been reformed by the Devil, this deviation in detail is negligible.

"Aha, Lord Mayor, is there anything I can do for you?" The drunken middle-aged hippie leaned his whole body on the carriage, spread his hands, and asked lazily.

Mayor Mare leaned back slightly, avoiding the terrifying smell of alcohol, "I'd like to talk to you about what you've suggested to me earlier. ”

The hippie shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "You mean to drive the dear, blacks who have come here from all over the ocean out of Hamelintown?" ”

As soon as these words came out, many of the well-dressed townsfolk gasped with their eyes wide open, and many ladies covered their mouths with an incredible look of intense fright.

"Please go! I mean, please go! ”

The mayor hurriedly corrected, "Ahem, the conditions in Hamelin are too harsh for our dear African-American brothers and sisters to live a better life. Didn't you come to my office and suggest that you could take them to other big cities..."

"100 gold." The hippie interrupted, "Give me 100 rune and I'll help you with this." ”

"What?!"

The mayor was shocked and angry, "You said you only needed 70 gold coins. ”

"Didn't you reject me?" The hippie waved his hand lazily, "Hurry up and decide, I'll leave this town in the evening and go to the big city for the music festival there." ”

The mayor clenched his fists, glanced around the townspeople, and finally gritted his teeth and said to the hippies, "Okay, this money comes from the municipal fund that the citizens pay taxes on, and I think the townspeople should agree, right?" ”

Gentlemen and ladies looked at the sky or the earth, and no one squeaked.

The hippie ignored the townsfolk and simply returned to the carriage and took out a few items from them and hung them on his body.

The items were a watermelon, a bottle of grape soda, a piece of fried chicken, and a small African drum pinned to the waist.

“？！”

When Li Ang saw these things, it took a lot of effort to hold back his laughter, and he complained frantically in his heart: "This is so fucking incorrect." ”

John Joyce and Julia are also embarrassed, watermelon, grape soda and fried chicken, once the food of African American slaves during the plantation period, in the United States have a strong racial connotation.

Any act of giving watermelons to black people is considered racist.

Bob, the old black man, has no expression on his face, but it can be seen from the clenched fists he clenches (players put away their weapons when they enter town) that he is suppressing his anger.

Bob uses some sort of equipment that weakens his presence, so as long as he doesn't make a special move, he won't be noticed by the townsfolk around him.

Surrounded by townspeople, the hippies made their way to the streets of the opera house, where African-American residents gathered.

There are no pedestrians in the originally bustling streets, the walls of the buildings on both sides are sprayed with colorful graffiti, and a group of dark-skinned children are kicking balls in the middle of the road.

"Pong!"

The hippie beat the African drum on his waist and sang a song with an eerie melody and an undulating melody in an unknown language.

The African-American child who was concentrating on kicking the ball stopped his movements and looked over in a daze.

The hippies sang songs while shaking watermelons tied around their waists, grape soda in glass bottles, and occasionally picking up fried chicken and nibbling on it.

Everyone watched him curiously, and the hippies' inexplicable movements, as if possessing some kind of magical power, summoned the dark-skinned inhabitants who were hiding in the depths of the houses and alleys.

African-American residents, or push open the window, lean against the window and look down,

Or walk out of the alley and lean against the wall and watch the hippies.

The hippies sang louder and louder, and walked slowly forward, out of the black ghetto,

But no one came out at all and followed him.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the street, the hippie turned back with some reluctance and beat the drum harder, but the dark-skinned inhabitants only looked at him with the eyes of a monkey play.

The hippie stopped his movements in frustration and ran to the mayor's party gathered at the end of the street.

"What's going on?!"

The mayor was anxious and angry, "Didn't you say you could succeed? ”

"Can I be blamed for this?" The hippie also became angry: "I have helped other towns expel homeless people, hippies, football hooligans, and stowaways countless times before, and each time I have succeeded.

This time, it was entirely because you died yourself, and you treated these African-American residents so well, and arranged for them to have food, clothing, shelter and transportation too properly.

So much so that they didn't react to my 'Calling to Hometown'.

This is entirely your responsibility. ”

After that, the hippie stared at the mayor with a gloomy face, "It didn't work out this time, but for my sake, just give me 10 gold coins." ”

The mayor laughed angrily, "If you don't succeed, you still want money? Roll as far as you want! ”

"It's not something I'm not going to succeed," the hippie argued, "and these African-Americans have settled here, and it's impossible for me to let them move even if the queen were to come." ”

"Not necessarily!"

A voice interrupted the argument.

All the townsfolk turned their heads in unison to look at Leon who had just spoken.