Sperger is back.

And I met the manager!

Boulder City Hall.

When they saw the familiar face appear at the door, the members of the workers' union immediately rushed up excitedly and surrounded him.

"Wait a minute! Don't ask me about the manuscript yet!" Looking at the surging crowd, Sperger seemed to guess what they were going to say, and immediately shouted sharply, "I have something important to say!"

"Hurry! Don't talk nonsense," Reaching out to hook his shoulder, Lovett urged, "You said you were going to the northern suburbs, and now that you've been, what about the rest of the story?" How's the chapter of the Great Revolution written?"

"Now I'm going to say something more important than that!"

Pushing Lovett's hand away, Spurg signaled for everyone to be quiet, cleared his throat, and said.

"He let me try on his power armor, which is really unusual...... Even with my physique, wearing power armor can gain the power of a giant!"

An electrician couldn't help but say.

"Incredible...... He really let you wear it."

Other workers also jokingly cheered.

"I don't believe it! Didn't your coat stink him to death?"

"That's it!"

"Bragging rights, you!"

For everyone's ridicule, Sberg didn't take it to heart, because he knew that it couldn't be fake, and it couldn't be true.

"Believe it or not, that gentleman is actually a very easy-going man, and he doesn't care that much. Although his guards were a little intimidating, the young man kept staring at me so much that I didn't dare to mention borrowing the bathroom...... But that's not the point."

Lovett swallowed.

"What's the point?"

What could be more outrageous than a canner being invited as a guest by the Alliance's administrators and being invited to try on power armor?

Everyone stared at Sperger, waiting for him to continue.

A happy smile appeared on Sperger's face, as if a dream had come true.

"The Awoken can defeat Power Armor! That's what the manager told me personally! He's both an Awakened One and a Power Armor, and no one knows better than him!"

There was a wave of amazement from the crowd.

That title really bothered them for a long time.

Even because of that title, Pol's story was ridiculed by the illiterate militia members.

It's just a trivial matter, but now the controversy is finally over.

Lovett clenched his fists excitedly, "I'll just say that the title isn't exaggerated at all! Joey's asshole, I'm going to talk to him about it!"

Seeing Lovett excitedly turn around and be about to go out, Sperger hurriedly reached out and grabbed him.

"Come on, it's not worth it."

He didn't like the people in the militia regiment.

But the Revolution is over, and what is needed most now is unity.

The worker standing next to him laughed and patted Snapger on the shoulder.

"Don't look at Lovett like that, he and Joey have a good relationship."

Another worker also said with a smile.

"That's right! Joey isn't the kind of person who is stingy, he's one of the few people in the militia who is willing to tell the truth, and you don't write about his ending too badly."

"Joey? Is he in the book? Forget it......" Snapger scratched his head, not remembering that there was a character in Pol's story.

But he was going to write about a centurion who was on the side of the people.

After all, during the time he was in prison, he did blacken the militia group a little too much, but in fact, there were good people among those soldiers.

Whether those guys were on their side because they couldn't get paid, couldn't grab the money, or whatever, it was a victory for all of them.

That will never change.

Alyssa stood at the edge of the crowd.

She held a letter in her hand, and wanted to get past it but couldn't squeeze in, so she could only try to stand on tiptoe and shake her arm.

Sperger quickly noticed her, pulled a path out of the crowd, came to her, and said with a slight smile.

"How can I help?"

Nodding vigorously, a rare nervousness appeared on Alyssa's face.

"That...... Do you have a reply?"

Hearing this, Spurg scratched his head.

He came back empty-handed.

The alliance had already declared their attitude and choice with actions, and it had trumped everything for them, but he felt that the little girl in front of him was expecting more than that.

But he chose to tell the truth anyway.

"No ......"

Looking at Alyssa's lost eyes, Spurg thought for a moment, sighed and continued.

"Actually...... I feel a little guilty about that gentleman."

Alyssa froze.

「…… Guilt?"

"Well," Sperger said, nodding his head, recalling the situation, "after reading your letter, I noticed a noticeable change in his expression...... It's as if your choice was unexpected for him."

Those big people don't always count everything, and he is already convinced of this after meeting Mr. Fang Ming.

Even if you are as smart as that gentleman, there are endings that it can't count.

And the administrator of the Alliance, as he saw it, was just an ordinary human, not with three heads and six arms.

It's just that many followers adore him, giving different meanings to his identity.

Because of this, he carefully considers the impact of every choice, and regrets unexpected mistakes.

"Why?" Not understanding the reasoning, Alyssa looked at him anxiously and asked, "I...... Did you do something wrong?"

Spurg scratched the back of his head.

"No, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's better to say that you're doing so well that you make him feel a little guilty of himself. He probably didn't expect that his words would push a hot-blooded young man to the edge of the cliff...... How so? I felt like he wanted to compliment you on what you did, but he restrained himself."

Pers felt that he might be aware of this because he had felt the same thing in his mind.

Especially when I saw the A ending in the screening room.

The workers carried his body to the inner city, and then fell in pieces, blood staining the entire street...... Even though he knew it was fake, he couldn't help but shed tears.

If there were no "Survivor Daily", and there would be no "Workers' Daily", and the resulting "Bol the Awakened", I am afraid that there would not be those enthusiastic workers, and this jungle-like casino will probably continue to operate.

He did not regret the courage to read out the contents of the newspaper, but it was not contradictory that he still felt a little scared when he remembered that time.

If a single sentence can turn a cowardly person into a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, then it is entirely possible that a letter can be taken as a holy decree by a group of people.

Even if Alyssa didn't have that idea, there would be some opportunists who would have thought about it.

If nothing else, the next lord of the city should be born in the workers' union or militia group, or maybe some citizen.

But if the administrator had written that letter, the fanatical people might have pushed a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl where she shouldn't be.

She's done enough.

Solving the current problems in Boulder City is not something that can be done by calling on everyone to grow vegetables in pots, and many people do not have potted plants at home.

An ideal can bring to earth a miracle that is almost impossible to achieve, but it must be maintained in a more realistic way.

Otherwise, it's another kind of hell......

Looking at the lost Alyssa, Sperger had an idea and spoke.

"It's normal that you don't understand, I actually figured out something after walking around before the ghost gate closed...... For example, seeing the people you want to see and doing what you want to do doesn't necessarily have to wait until spring."

Alyssa froze.

"You don't have to wait until spring?"

"That's right, I wrote back to my editor, Miss Dolly, that I would be going to the League in the spring, but I should have been there right away...... You have a letter for that gentleman, don't you?" Spurg looked at the envelope in Alyssa's hand and said with a smile, "Why don't you bring it yourself, he happens to be in this settlement, and he will probably be there for a few days."

"It's not convenient for him to write back to you, but if you want to talk to him in person, and it's in private, I don't think he'll be stingy with a few compliments!"

……

At the same time, in the northern corridor of the valley province, on the plains of the Great Rift Valley, sat a large and prosperous city-state.

This city of a million people is like an isolated island in the middle of the wilderness.

The red and blue interlaced light images are very much the ideal city.

But it's just like.

Whether it's size, population, productivity, or something at its core, this colony called the Free State can be called the opposite of the ideal city.

Prosthetics and psychotropic drugs are rampant all over the streets, and cheap virtual dreams are like fragile dreams, healing people's wounds and satisfying all their fantasies.

Of course, there is not only depravity and desolation here, but also the good side.

Like the free refrigerator that requires a two-minute commercial, to the floor-to-ceiling windows that are spotlessly clean inside and out.

Rich or poor, anyone who is valuable to this settlement, no matter how much it is worth, can live here.

The Gulf of Golems built the colony and set a series of rules on top of it.

The people of the old times had high hopes for it to become a second production department – an ideal city that truly served the wasteland and obeyed the old era. However, the planners from above did not ask the survivors who lived there what they wanted to become.

The only power left to the people by our ancestors was to choose a name for themselves.

So it was decided to call it Bougerra.

Bougerra is both their currency and the name of the Free State.

Because here, only "bougerra" can be truly free, and the person who holds "bougerra" can be called a living person.

Flint Group President's Office.

Standing at his desk, Xavier said respectfully.

「…… Recently, a group of immigrants from the south, claiming to have been persecuted by the new authorities in Boulder, applied for asylum with the authorities in Bugra."

Sigma, who was sitting in an office chair, asked nonchalantly, with her back to him.

"What do they think?"

"As before, they intend to leave this trouble to the Rift Valley for consideration...... Xavier looked at the true Emperor respectfully and asked cautiously, 'What is your opinion?'

"I think they're doing a great job."

Sigma burst out laughing and said in a teasing tone, "Just in time for the old Rift Valley to see what kind of stuff they've raised."

Of course.

In the style of the Great Rift Valley, these "shameful" people will be treated with tolerance and will be given some alimony by the authorities of the Free State on a regular basis for the rest of their lives.

Sigma had heard of it.

To this day, the longest-lived old thing is still haunted by the disintegration of the post-war reconstruction committee and the fact that the settlements were left to fend for themselves.

He has no opinion.

Since the old man is so nostalgic, let this group of bedbugs live.

Ugliness also has an ugly meaning.

Letting those maggots continue to live is the biggest humiliation for the construction committee.

Xavier looked at Sigma with admiration in his eyes.

"You're really like a god, Boulder City won't even survive this winter."

Most of the high-level leaders of the Flint Group believe that Boulder City can at least survive this winter, and the wave of early spring is the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

After all, logically speaking, the alliance needs Boulder City to share the pressure of the wave, and it will definitely not watch Boulder City collapse, and even help them delay the crisis.

To think like this shows that they don't understand the alliance and the manager at all.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, there are guys who ignore the objective conditions and make a rigid routine.

Sigma smiled faintly and said nonchalantly.

「…… The demise of Boulder City is inevitable, and a lot of resources are concentrated in the hands of a group of waste. They screen out the winners with a system that doesn't create any value at all, and not a single cent of the winners' wealth is derived from actual production and operation.

It's like putting a gun in the hand of a blind man and giving a cane to a strong man, and it's a miracle that they've survived until now."

The Flint Group is completely different.

Only those who create value for the company can be promoted in the workplace, and bloodline is worthless here.

Even the children of the company's top executives must be selected by the education system before they can serve in specific positions and be the company's dogs.

He himself is the best example of this.

In place of the previous president sitting at this desk, he was nothing more than a slum thief.

"What about the Alliance?" Xavier asked curiously, "How far do you think those people can go?"

"The Alliance is another matter," Sigma said lightly, "they are another kind of legion, they may go far away, they may soon disappear."

Xavier asked, frowning.

"Do you think they're militaristic too?"

Sigma pouted.

"Does your understanding of the Legion be merely militarism? It's just like slavery, feudalism, and human cloning forces, it's just a means to an end. The Willantes use a racial narrative, while the Alliance uses a different narrative. They all have a clear goal, one to unite all the Willantes, one to unite all the survivors, that's the difference in the fundamental line, that's all."

If the Legion wins, an empire ruled by new humans will probably be born on this planet.

And if the alliance wins, a new human alliance will probably be born.

If Boulder wins......

The probability is so small that almost no one takes it seriously.

As for the Bougra Free State.

In the future he designs for the Free State, they need to break free from the legacy of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, and then win over all the wastelanders in this wasteland who have been left behind by Ideal City.

In fact, these two tasks have been carried out simultaneously by the Flint Group.

Whether it was the Legion's expedition or the Bone Chewing Rebellion, they injected a lot of fresh blood and wealth into the Free State under his feet, and most of the officers who could not return to Triumph City stayed in the Free State, and the nobles who were driven out by the new authorities of Boulder City also ran over.

Eventually, they will become the ideal city in another sense!

A kingdom of heaven where all wastelanders can indulge without fear of being drowned by their dreams!

At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

Seeing Sigma's eyes, Xavier bowed slightly, pushed open the door and left the office.

A man in formal attire passed him by, stood at Sigma's desk, and said in a deep voice.

"There's new news from Boulder City."

Sigma's eyes looked at him eagerly.

"That weapon found?"

The man hesitated and shook his head.

"No ......"

Sigma was silent for a moment.

"Where's the Rhine?"

The man said with his head down.

「…… Dead."

Sigma took a deep breath, got up from her office chair, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

Looking beyond the neon-lit skyscrapers, he looked out into the endless wilderness to the south, and only cursed for a long time.

"!"

It's a big loss!

……

Junk City.

There was silence in the ring-shaped council chamber.

Just now, news of the upheaval in Boulder City and its becoming the fifth settlement of the Alliance finally reached here.

When it was learned that a large number of the inhabitants of the inner city had been banished, almost all of the councillors had a shudder on their faces.

As one of the oldest survivor forces in the wasteland, a beacon that shines on the southern part of the River Valley for a century and a half, Boulder City has largely served as a role model.

Even if their methods aren't the best, it's possible to turn back history on the wasteland.

Whether it was the earliest Red River Town or the garbage city under their feet, it would be somewhat stained with the shadow of Boulder City, imitating the ruling model of the nobles of the inner city.

And now, from the banished inhabitants of the inner city of Boulder City, they seem to see their future.

Almost every member of the council became nervous and gossiped around the conference table.

"I heard that Boulder City was overthrown by a group of workers and militiamen, and a group of scavengers also joined in the fun......

"But we can't shut down all the factories and drive the scavengers away."

"Maybe we should raise their treatment."

"At least improve the soldiers' salaries!"

"Reserve some dinars or Cr, at least if our currency is finished, we can still pay the soldiers in foreign currency......

This sentence has been recognized by many people.

Many lawmakers couldn't help but nod their heads, and even the Speaker, who was sitting at the top, made a rare statement early.

"That's a good idea."

Not only the dinar and Cr, but also silver coins must be included in one of the foreign exchange reserves that need to be reserved!

Otherwise, today's in Boulder City is their tomorrow!

Junk City will gradually increase its holdings of silver coins in a planned way through trade, until the silver coin reserve is close to about 200 million.

At the same time, they also have to buy silver-denominated bonds issued by Union banks to hedge against inflation in the silver coins themselves.

Everyone knows that this is a palliative and not a cure, but it's better than nothing.

Just pay protection money to this powerful neighbor.

To the shudder of all the councillors in Junk City, less than a year after the formation of the Coalition, those poisonous ideas had already eaten through the towering levee.

They couldn't help but think about the future.

I heard that some of the wastelanders from Dawn brought the Daily Survivor with them, and some even started to print newspapers and tell the story of Pol in the beer hall.

They can't snatch newspapers out of people's hands, can they?

But if the survivors of Junk City did the same......

The more the councillors thought about it, the more frightened they became, and finally someone couldn't help it and raised his hand to propose.

"Or we'll follow the example of our neighbors, the Red River Alliance, and change the name to ...... How about the Garbage Alliance?"

Before his words could fall, he was sprayed back by the councillor sitting not far away.

"Are you crazy?! Is it a long life?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had patted his head and came up with a ghostly name.

He said sorry with a crying smile on his face, and under the eyes of the murderous eyes, he took his hand back in a gloomy manner.

But beyond that, he really couldn't think of a better way to do it......

The same scene is playing out not only in Junk City, but also in various settlements in the province of River Valley.

Facing the collapsed megalithic building, some people saw the long night that was coming, while others saw the dawn breaking through the darkness.

They are insignificant people in the wasteland, slaves in the mines, wandering herdsmen, and scavengers in the garbage.

Most of them don't know Pol's story.

But they know that in a place called Clear Springs City, there is a group of survivors who have united and defeated the evil dragon that enslaved them!

On this devastated ruins, a new light has finally ushered in......

……

The very center of Boulder.

Facing the ruins of the Boulder Mansion, Malvin's weather-beaten face was full of haggard and dejectedness.

Old Lukka glanced at him.

"Do you regret it?"

"I...... What is there to regret?" Retracting his gaze from the ruins, Malvin sighed softly and said, "Sooner or later."

He knows it well.

What defeated them was neither the debts of more than three billion, nor the S coins that were speculated to the sky, but the greed in their hearts.

But he couldn't help it.

He's done everything he can to do it.

Lukka withdrew his gaze from him and said as he looked at the old ruins in front of him.

"The administrator says you're a smart guy, and you're the first person to notice that this train has to hit the brakes."

Malvin smiled bitterly and said self-deprecatingly.

"On the contrary, not only am I not a smart person, but I am hopelessly stupid, otherwise I wouldn't have seen it until the end......

In the end, the sins of their family will be washed away by the fairy tale he left in his little daughter's heart......

This is also the place where he feels the most humiliated.

Lukka didn't look at him, but only explained his purpose succinctly.

"Your Excellency, I asked me to give you a task."

Malvern asked, looking at him.

"Any Mission......

Luca continued.

"Compile your history into a book of objective and detailed accounts of what has happened in this settlement over the past two hundred years.

He needs a book like this in his library, and so will the Coalition's library."

Malvern said with a wry smile.

"What kind of collector's habit is this?"

"He said it was one of his jobs," Lukka continued, glancing at the old man, who was not a few years younger than himself, "if you really want to atone for the past, do this last thing seriously. Or do you think you can still do physical work at your age?"

Malvin was slightly stunned.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long moment, he nodded slowly.

"I'll do it seriously."

Expiation......

Yes......

What a merciful adult.

Malvin suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes.

He's right.

If you don't want to bring regret and remorse into the coffin, this is the only thing you can do and have time to do-

Nail the last nail in this rotten coffin.

Looking at the gratitude that appeared behind the cloudy pupils, Lukka didn't say anything, just nodded briefly, and left with his back to the ruins of the Boulder Mansion......

–

(The cold is a little better, people are about to burn out these days, and they will have to go out to collect materials in a few days, and strive to keep changing this month, and slowly continue to break out.) )

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