At the same time that the Meat, carrying more than 1,000 Lunaclan survivors, arrived at the Port of Fries, the Cow Horse airship also returned to the Aerial Port of Dawning City with the survivors of Vault 70.

Because of the opening of a number of routes, this airship hydrogen refueling station has become a port.

The Niuma Group contracted some of the berths for renovation, and the market near the warehouse area that specializes in imported goods also set up a market management committee to not only raise money to renovate the roads, but also to keep the sanitation in order.

Coming down from the elevator, Huang Guangwei looked around blankly, amazed at the prosperity and liveliness of the place.

Before coming here, the man named Fang Chang told him that Dawn City was only a settlement of 100,000 people, and he thought it was a place similar to a crater or a north island, but it was located on land.

However, when he saw it now, the prosperity here made his jaw drop. How is this like a settlement of 100,000 people?

That's 200,000 people—even 300,000 people, he believes! Walking down the stairs, he was a little dazed, not knowing which direction to go, when a familiar face suddenly appeared in the crowd not far away.

The man, dressed in a loose leather jacket and jeans, with a slightly hairy figure, had wrinkled smile lines on his face, and his arms were enthusiastically open.

Huang Guangwei looked at him stunned, his eyes were covered with water, and his dry lips trembled slightly.

"Tube...... Administrator!"

This guy didn't go to the Great Rift Valley!?

He never thought that he would run into him here!

The leg unconsciously moved a step forward, Huang Guangwei seemed to have found the direction, moving his stiff leg step by step, and his stumbling steps became more and more firm and resolute.

Looking at the pitiful appearance of his compatriots who had suffered so much, Sun Yuechi was also ashamed in his heart, although the enthusiasm on his face was undiminished, his smile was a little unbearable, and his eyes slowly drooped with his slightly bent arm.

"Huang cough, my dear friend, I heard about you, and I have wronged you these days when I am away...... And the guys from the shelter. But anyway, I'm relieved to see that you're okay, it's okay."

By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? There is a good pork knuckle rice near here, and the soup poured on the rice is simply a must, I have a treat! Let's sit down and eat—

When talking about pork knuckle rice, Sun Yuechi's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect to meet a merciless fist.

In a daze, he only had time to move his neck, avoiding the fragile bridge of his nose, and instead used his face to catch the old punch that flew thousands of kilometers.

"I'm going to Nima's"

The staccato echo crashed into his ears.

Before he came back to his senses what happened, Sun Yuechi, who had been punched in the face, fainted in such a daze.

Seeing this, the surrounding people hurriedly rushed up and pulled the man riding on him away from him.

Huang Guangwei, whose arms were on the rack, fluttered his legs unwillingly, looked at the guy who fell to the ground, and roared with grief and indignation on his face.

"Let go of me!"

"It's our own business, don't worry about it! Let me beat him! I'm going to slaughter this dog!"

"Ahhh

Although the alliance rarely interferes in the family affairs of outsiders, this is the territory of the alliance after all.

Whatever the reason, beating people on the street is to lock up a small black house. Guards arriving from nearby escorted him to the guardhouse, while the unconscious former manager of Vault 70 was carried on a stretcher by paramedics and taken to a nearby medical station.

The crowd of people who were picking and choosing from the imported goods market gathered around one after another, watching the commotion and curiously exchanging their heads and ears.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know...... All of a sudden, the two men were fighting."

"I think I vaguely hear it, pork knuckle rice."

"Pork knuckle rice ???"

It turns out that in the eight seals, NPCs do not lose to players in the slightest. The rumors became more and more outrageous, and in the end, a tortuous and bizarre grievance revolved around the pork knuckle rice.

Coincidentally, the moment when the fist made intimate contact with the face happened to be captured by the reporter of the "Goblin Observer".

In Dawning City, if you have anything to do with the word goblin, it must be cut off from the word reliable.

And that's exactly what happened.

This newspaper sponsored by Goblin Technology is indeed not a reliable landlord, and even the owner who invested in this newspaper has no intention of making money from this thing at all.

The photo was quickly sent to the newspaper's editorial office, with a scribbled headline, and it had the headline of the day's reprint - shock! The manager of Vault 70 was knocked down by a punch from a subordinate who had been chasing him from thousands of miles, and the cause was actually a bowl of pork knuckle rice!

Because the pictures and titles are too strong, they have attracted countless people who eat melons to buy them, so much so that the sales of "Goblin Observer" even exceeded that of "Survivor Daily" that day!

To everyone's surprise, that photo drove far more than the sales of the Goblin Observer, but even the pig's feet rice that was mentioned by the way was followed by a gun.

What kind of delicacy was it that the administrators of Vault 70 left the entire Vault alone?

Almost everyone who has read the headlines can't help but feel such curiosity in their hearts.

Driven by this curiosity, there were long queues in front of the fast food restaurants selling pork knuckle rice.

Even some restaurants and pubs that didn't originally sell pork knuckle rice couldn't resist the temptation of profit and temporarily changed their menus.

On that day, the pig's feet in the entire Dawning City were sold out, but the pigs who had just arrived in Dawning City by train from the Luoxia Provincial Farm were driven into the slaughterhouse without eating a mouthful of feed

"Hahahahaha!"

The lobby of the Highway Town Lodge.

Duke Garra, who was sitting at the table dining, looked at the "Goblin Observer" in the object, and the goatee under his nose shook and his stomach hurt with laughter. He is the ambassador of the Xilan Empire and the lord of the White Elephant City, not only has the noble elephant blood flowing in his veins, but the family also sits on a large area of mining around the Eternal River to the White Elephant Tower, which is one of the most prominent in the Xilan Dynasty.

Originally, His Majesty the Emperor had given him the task of sending the Lion Kingdom to show the majesty of the empire, but the desert dwellers were looking to the alliance for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious about the alliance in the east.

What kind of empire has gained so many fans? So he came here with his envoy.

Coincidentally, the emissary of the Legion, the most important ally of the Xilan Empire, Captain Banottwan, also happened to be here, and was participating in a cooperative organization called the Slime Research Community.

When he learned that Ambassador Bennott was having a headache because the negotiations of the Sticky Community were isolated, the Duke of Galava immediately smelled an opportunity to perform, and sent a messenger to His Majesty the Emperor to report this God-given opportunity for the Willant to owe favors, and at the same time patted his chest and told Ambassador Bennott that the Xilan Empire was willing to participate in the negotiations of the Sticky Community, and to share the pressure from the Eastern world for the Legion in the negotiations.

Perhaps moved by his sincerity, Captain Benottwan, after a brief moment of surprise, warmly shook his hand, and spent the next few days pushing the Xilan Empire closer to the World Council that would determine the future of the wasteland.

It's a lot easier than you think, just vote for Ambassador Benott when he votes.

Moreover, the Duke of Galava found that the situation was not as dire as he had imagined. For example, in the Upper Free State, although it was the negotiation of the enterprises to enter the Adhesive Community, it was secretly on their side. In simple terms, it is a vote that the Legion and the Enterprise approve, and they also approve. The Legion opposes the vote in favor of the enterprise, and they play dead. The Legion was against it and the Coalition was in favor of it, and they did not hesitate to vote against it.

Of course, it also depends on the attitude of the company, if the company agrees with it resolutely, then they will continue to play dead.

In fact, Galava looks down on this kind of wall grass. The slippery heads made alliances with each other, thinking that they could please both, but neither side could be pleased, and he had seen Benoth curse the unrighteous businesswomen in private gatherings more than once.

Whenever this happens, his heart will be filled with joy.

Unlike the Silland Empire, they have always been the most loyal allies of the Legion, and the Willantes will remember their help today, and His Majesty the Emperor will remember his credit.

However, the work is so simple that you don't even need to look at what the agenda is.

It is precisely for this reason that he has recently visited all the shops worth trying in Dawning City.

Every day is either a meeting, or wandering around the settlement, observing the customs of the alliance.

After laughing heartily, the Duke of Galava straightened his countenance, groomed his tongue gracefully, and looked at the pictures in the newspaper as if he were looking at a monkey in a zoo. "These barbarians have to have never seen the world to the point where they can be rude to this for a mere plate of food."

Niyang, the retinue standing beside him, hurriedly flattered and echoed, "The food in the southern sea is all fed by the Hump Kingdom, and the people there are as thin as monkeys in Baiyue Province, how can they compare to us who have all the blessings of the Yongliu River."

Hearing this, Duke Galava's face showed a satisfied expression. This Niyan was his favorite servant, his personal secretary and life assistant, and he usually spoke the best. The only fly in the ointment is that the blood is low, and he is a rat people.

Even the loyal wolf guards standing behind him have a much more noble bloodline than this guy.

Compared with other guests in the lobby, the aura and temperament of the guests at this table can be said to be completely different.

One person sits and eats, and a dozen people stand and watch.

But it's a wasteland after all, and even talking lizards and bears are less of a nuisance than the weirder ones.

In contrast, it was the headline of the Goblin Observer that was worth eight letters.

However, the Duke of Galava did not think so, and in his opinion, his sparkling self was the center of attention of the audience wherever he went, not to mention that he deliberately sat in the center of the lobby.

The whispering savages were undoubtedly talking about him at the moment. It is precisely for this reason that he always pays attention to whether his appearance is decent and elegant.

Lisa, who was holding the plate, walked over and glanced at the line of bodyguards standing behind his chair with some confusion, but didn't ask much, just put down the plate in her hand and whispered politely.

"Sir, please slow down your pork knuckle rice."

"Hmm."

The Duke of Galava replied with his nose, threw the newspaper in his hand to Niyang, who was standing by and waiting, looked at the plate of pork knuckle rice that was popular all over the city on the table in front of him, picked up a knife and fork and cut a small piece and tasted it.

The tender taste of the Q bomb is really good, and the soft and rotten one melts in the mouth, which makes his eyes light up involuntarily.

Although this alliance is a small country, and several settlements are not as large as his territory, I have to say that these guys are really good at eating.

The only thing that makes him a little unaccustomed is the tableware here, which is a bit too exquisite.

In contrast, he still prefers to grasp it with his hands.

Of course, it would be better if it was a young girl's green onion white jade fingers. When he was in White Elephant City, he never had to eat by himself. Unfortunately, he searched all over Dawning City, but he couldn't find a restaurant that offered this service.

Looking at the girl who had put down her plate and was about to leave, Duke Galava suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of imperceptible greed flashed in his eyes.

Especially when he noticed the marks on that wrist.

"You're from the Western Continent...... Slaves of Triumph City?"

That word was like a wound that couldn't be healed.

Lisa stiffened when she heard this, pursed her lips and looked at the guest in surprise, then lowered her head and hurried into the back kitchen.

Looking at the fleeing figure, the Duke of Galava twitched his tongue lightly.

"What a waste......

Although slaves were a specialty of the province of Borneo, especially those of the inferior races, who were hard-working, loyal, and popular with the minor nobles of the legion, they were so numerous that they often could not be sold for a very high price.

In contrast, slaves born in the Legion natives, especially Triumph, were more loyal.

The brown-haired, thin-nosed slaves were like pure-blooded cows in the alpine pastures on the banks of the Sorat, not so expensive that only the captains could enjoy them, but they were not blessed without a little military merit.

These slaves were usually absorbed internally by the Willants, and only in rare cases did they enter the market, and in rare cases were bought by peoples other than the Willants.

The princes and nobles of the Xilan Dynasty had an almost fanatical obsession with the culture of the Wilantes, and as a duke, he was no exception.

However, this is the territory of the Alliance, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself, and it will not be good if he delays the cooperation between the Empire and the Legion. So he just said sorry for himself, finished the food on his plate, picked up the cloth and wiped his mouth elegantly, then took the unfinished newspaper in Niyan's hand, and continued to enjoy the scandal of walking to Vault 70. None of these high-flying Vault dwellers are a good thing. The arrogant and arrogant Vault 70 is like that, and so is a three-digit Vault. End the Wasteland?

A new era?

Hehe.

A group of neuropaths.

He has lived in Borneo for so many years, how can he not feel that it is a wasteland? It's ridiculous!

In the mood to read the joke, he slowly read the first page of the newspaper.

However, the moment he turned to the second page of the newspaper, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Port Fries welcomes new residents! A thousand Moon Clan refugees went ashore without incident! 》

The distorted expression at that moment was as ugly as eating boogers. And the boogers that popped out of his fingers flew back with a wall of ash.

"What nonsense!"

He clenched his right fist and slammed it on the table with a roar of rage, slamming the plate on the table.

Hearing the movement in the center of the lobby, the drinkers who were sitting around laughing and laughing all unconsciously lowered their voices and cast surprised and curious glances over there.

It's true that there are people in this settlement who go crazy every now and then, but who would go crazy in this place where the shelter has the most inhabitants?

Noticing the gaze from all around, the werewolf soldiers standing behind Duke Garava narrowed their eyes dangerously, responding to the pair of red fruits with warning eyes.

However, they clearly got the wrong person.

This is a river valley province with strong folk customs, and sitting here are even more wastelanders who lick blood with knives, and they don't frown when they are pointed at guns, who will be frightened by their eyes?

The warning eyes were like a baby's pick, and everyone was just curious to look at it, but they were glared at each other and glared back with their eyes open.

Who doesn't have eyes.

Who do you look down upon?

Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, looked at the table in the middle with a blank face, his index finger already on the alarm button under the counter, ready to call for reinforcements at any time.

He doesn't like these guys.

Not just because a dozen of them ordered a bowl of pork knuckle rice, but also because the guy with the two goatees made the lovely Lisa cry. She is not only the proprietress of the Highway Town Hotel, but also regarded as his daughter by him who has no children under his knees.

No one is allowed to bully her, whether it is the ambassador of the empire or the emperor of the empire.

"Adult ......"

Niyan, who was standing beside the Duke of Galava, hurriedly bowed down and whispered, "There is no point in us losing our temper here, even if we beat them all over the ground to find their teeth, it will not solve any problems, and it seems that we have no strength and heart...... We should summon the Coalition's administrators and warn them from the Empire to stop slandering us and take in the despicable Lunarians."

Hearing Niyan's suggestion, the Duke of Galava finally calmed down his anger a little, and while putting down the newspaper in his hand, he persuaded himself to calm down.

"You're right, Nyan...... Babulu, keep your men low-key, the elephants don't need to care about the age at their feet

Rats and ants, we can't afford to see these untouchables."

"Yes, sir."

The tower-like man behind him bowed slightly, and silently glanced at the subordinates beside him.

The guards withdrew their murderous gaze from their surroundings, no longer making eye contact with the barbarians.

Seeing that these wooden creatures were no longer provocative, everyone also lost interest in arching the fire, and pouted and looked away from them. However, after such a commotion, the focus of everyone's conversation shifted from the headlines of the "Geomaterial Observer" to these strange guys. "Who the hell is this guy?"

"I heard that he is the ambassador of the Xilan Empire."

"What, what should I beg for food and call Hanako."

"In the past two days, I've been throwing a brick down and smashing an ambassador in Dawning City."

"Xilan? Rotten?"

"Haha, they've got a good name for themselves!"

"Be quiet, don't let anyone hear you."

Hear it, hear it, and if you meet me in the wasteland, I will not only let them hear it, but let them go down and give a message to my dead old man. "Hahaha!"

The voices of those men grew louder and louder, and they became more and more undisguised, after all, they did exactly what they did in the wasteland.

The Duke of Galava's brow twitched, his teeth clucked, the graceful and decent appearance on his face became more and more tense, and the rapid snort revealed his soaring blood pressure.

Those playful eyes made him sit like pins and needles.

At the end of the day, his mind wasn't as big as he claimed, because he wasn't really an elephant, and the sounds weren't really coming from the mouths of rats or ants.

However, for the sake of the Shan Empire, he still chose to be patient.

Forced to calm down, the Duke of Galava took out a hundred-dollar card and threw it covertly, deliberately letting it fall on the greasy plate.

"No need to look for it."

The lard soaked the Union badge on the front of the banknote, just like their conscience covered by lard, which was a detail he carefully designed. Everyone here was humiliated.

Even if the humiliation is not so obvious.

Old Hook, who was standing behind the bar, glanced at the background of the group of people in annoyance, removed his index finger from the side of the alarm button, and shouted perfunctorily.

"Welcome back next time."

The bighorn deer god is above, this plague god must not come again next time. As the gang left, old Hook walked over with his gunshot leg, picked up the banknote, wiped it, and took the plate away.

Back at the bar and putting down the plate, he opened the drawer of the cash register, deducted the money for the pork knuckle rice, counted out a few coins and coins, passed through the curtain of the back kitchen, found Lisa squatting in the corner and quietly wiping her tears, squatted down and comforted softly, "The group of guests is gone, they ...... I apologize to you, these are their gifts, and you can buy some desserts or nice clothes."

Lisa, who was holding her knees, raised her head and looked at the old man squatting in front of her with teary eyes, her lips trembling for a long time, but she couldn't say a word.

You can see that she is crying very sadly.

Maybe it has something to do with what happened before.

Old Hook probably understood what she was feeling, and knew why she couldn't speak, so he spoke to himself.

"When we were in Highway Town, we often saw guests from afar, and we could tell at a glance who was a slave and who was a master. Not because of who is shackled and who has a gun on them, but because of their eyes."

"In any case, a person who is self-reliant will never be anyone's slave."

"As for those boring guys, who they like to label and what they like to say, that's their business, we can't control the parrot's mouth, we just do ourselves."

Lisa's breathing gradually calmed down, and her mood seemed to improve. With red, swollen eyes, a reassuring smile bloomed on her face. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Old Hook grinned

, reached out and rubbed the little girl's hair, "Please watch the front desk for a while, it's time for me to rest for a while."

"Hmm! Leave it to me!"

Lisa nodded energetically, raised her arm to wipe the tears from her face completely, and ran out of the utility room in the back kitchen briskly like a wind. Looking at the little girl who disappeared behind the curtain, Old Hook did not get up, but sat on the ground with bared teeth and his right hand pressed his leg.

As soon as the man relaxed, his bones rusted, and he squatted for a while before it hurt like this.

Back then, he was also a tough guy who carried a shotgun and fought with marauders, but now he only has the wounds he had when he was young.

In the past, the blue coats used to call him "Hook with an arrow in the knee", and although he didn't understand what it meant, the manager told him that it was an honorific title, a recognition of his old age, so he didn't care, and after a long time he liked that title.

But later, since opening this hotel, he really felt like he had been hit by an arrow in the leg, and he became more and more disobedient.

Old Hook smiled wryly and shook his head.

「…… I'm old."