Willant Camp.

Tent in the center of the camp.

Captain Benottwan, who was sitting at the long table, looked at the "Daily Survivor" in his hand, frowned, and muttered something in a low voice after a long while.

"What are these blue gophers doing......

Since coming to Dawn, the Daily Survivor has become his daily go-to newspaper.

Especially when he found that all the information that he had to ask around to obtain was written on those pages at a glance, he changed the first thing he did when he woke up every day from brushing his teeth to reading the newspaper.

Lately, he's been keeping an eye on the fries port, where the Daily Survivor updates a few photos every once in a while, and he's watched the port go from a bare land with nothing to a small fishing village today.

To be honest, it's quite shocking to look at these photos together.

Although the legion often helps the aborigines build camps, neither the aesthetics nor the comfort can compare to the results achieved by the blue gophers in less than half a month.

Today, the village is no longer small, especially with the arrival of a new group of immigrants, the small fishing village has grown to a population of 1,000.

Anywhere you put it in the wasteland, it can be regarded as a large survivor's residence.

But it is precisely because of this that Bennott has become a little alarmed about this.

At the recent meeting of the Adhesive Community, the minimum threshold for participation was 1,000.

As long as the number of people reaches 1,000, the survivor colony can participate in voting on the affairs of the province and influence the outcome of the vote on the agenda of the congress.

The number of votes varies from province to province, and some special provinces will even be counted separately, but there is a minimum of one base vote.

As we all know, Xenos do not vote, and as the only settlement in Baiyue Province, the French Fries Port will monopolize this precious vote "representing the resolution of all survivors in Baiyue Province".

And this will make the Legion, which already has few allies, even worse at the Cohesive Meeting.

Realizing this, Bennott couldn't help but clench his fists. There is no doubt that this is Chiguoguo's cheating!

It took a lot of effort for him to pull the Xilan Empire into the Sticky Community against the crowd, and only then did he get the votes for the Borneo Province for the Legion.

If the alliance intends to canvass for itself through this way of stealing women and playing tricks, he will not agree to anything!

"We have to find a way to close this loophole......

Just as Bennott was deep in thought, footsteps were heard outside the tent.

One of the guards shook the doorbell, lifted the curtain and walked in, bowing to report.

"My lord, the envoy of the Xilan Empire asks to see you." Benott said impatiently.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

The guards bowed their heads and exited the door.

After a while, the trademark two goatees walked through the curtain with a strong smell of spices.

He had a warm smile on his face, and the beard under his nose twitched.

"Dear Mr. Benottwan, I'm sorry to bother you at this time, but you were already out when I came here yesterday, so I have to come early."

Yesterday?

Bennaught remembered that he seemed to have had dinner with the Foreign Minister of the Free State, and it was true that he was not in the camp, and it was normal not to see him.

But then again, can't this guy make an appointment before every visit?

"It's okay, my friend, plus ...... Mr. Duke, you are welcome to come and visit at any time," Bennott touched his nose and made a foolish smile on his face, "So what kind of wind is blowing you here today?"

He is not very good at politeness, after all, the legion never needs to be false with anyone, and it is over without speculation.

If it weren't for the ongoing slime mold research community negotiations, he wouldn't have bothered to bother with this pretentious guy.

But coincidentally,

The duke, who was as professional as he was, took his greeting as a gesture of goodwill from the Legion, instead of seeing through the perfunctory mixture of his lame smile.

And it's no wonder.

Most of the people in Borneo, especially the aristocracy, look at the Willantes with a deep filter, and this filter is enough to block out all unfriendly interpretations.

Seeing the smile on the face of the elder man, Duke Garava was moved, as if he had found a soulmate.

Without hesitation, after hearing Bennott's inquiry, he immediately made a righteous indignant expression and poured bitter water.

"I don't want to bother you about that little thing, but the Alliance is too deceitful! I've never seen such a brazen guy who doesn't admit what is clearly written in the newspaper, and pretends to be deaf and dumb and doesn't care about himself...... What's the difference between this and a robber!"

Needless to say?

Bennott has no objection to this.

The Iron Heart floated in the sky on the outskirts of Dawn, and there was no greater proof of the brawny of these guys. He had asked the Alliance more than once, but those people had no intention of returning it, and even showed it off as a trophy.

"Indeed," nodded thoughtfully, and Bennott couldn't help but curse, "Those uneducated barbarians don't know what politeness and humility are...... So, my friend, what have they done to you?"

The Duke of Galava clenched his fists in anger.

"They've taken in the Lunarians!"

「...... Moon, MoonClan?" Bennott was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What's that?"

In his cognition, there were only Willantes and other people in this world, plus at most an unintelligent eight-fold fast-growing clone.

What are the Luna people?

Survivors on the Moon?

Reading the confusion on Captain Benottwan's face, Duke Garava patiently explained.

"The Moon Clan, the sinners of the Sillan Empire, conspired in our prophet's prophecy to kill the Ox of the Sun, causing the scorching sun to fall to the end of the Eternal River, and the light to sink in the land of the province of Borneo...... All of them owe the sins of the next life and must pay for them with the suffering of this life, so that they can enter the cycle of reincarnation in a new identity in the next life."

"You should have seen those people, most of the slaves sold from Borneo to the west coast were Moonmen......

The first half of the listening was confused, and it wasn't until he heard the back that Bennott woke up like a dream.

It turned out to be those guys.

He had seen slaves with thin noses, and even had two on his estate.

Although the skeleton is smaller than that of the Willant, and the figure is much inferior, it has a unique flavor to drive......

"Mr. Bennott?"

Seeing that Bennot seemed to be distracted, the Duke of Galava gave a friendly reminder.

Immediately aware of the gaffe in his expression, Benott quickly recovered from his wandering mind and coughed.

"So...... They took your slaves? What an unreasonable bunch of bastards!"

"That's right! These unreasonable bastards!"

Duke Galava looked at him with blazing eyes, clenched his fists, and continued with righteous indignation.

"I must say that these self-proclaimed Alliance guys are simply a cancer on this planet, robbing everywhere and doing all kinds of evil, but they are not ashamed to shout that the survivors should unite...... They can't be left to make waves, we must do something together! Eradicate this cancer once and for all!"

Benott had a happy expression on his face, but when he heard the last sentence, he almost choked to death from his own spit.

Some things can be said behind closed doors, and it's not a joke to really get started.

While he had no doubt that the Legion had the strength to wipe the alliance off the map, it was hard to say how the academy and the enterprise would react.

Except for those in the east

Few of the expanding madmen are willing to fight a war that sees no benefit, especially since this war may drag them into a bottomless abyss.

What's more, the marshal sent him here to seek cooperation, not to let him flip the table.

Looking at the Duke of Galava, who was still arching the fire a second ago, Captain Benottwan suddenly felt that he might need to pour some cold water on this guy's head.

Don't mess with this guy and forget what your last name is.

"Mr. Galava, I admit that these blue coats are undoubtedly a cancer on this planet, and it will be an honor for all of humanity if they die violently one day...... However, now is not the time, and we must first resolve the main contradiction before resolving the secondary contradictions."

Looking at the Duke of Galava, whose face was full of red light and gradually turned into a daze, Bennott coughed lightly and said.

「...... And isn't it just a few slaves who escaped, and you can do whatever you see like them, and you can be lost as those slaves."

He had the impression that slaves in Borneo were very cheap, perhaps as little as 1,000 dinars, or even less than 1,000.

Even if you steal a thousand, it's only a million dinars, what is this money?

Seeing that the Captain obviously did not understand the point of the problem, the Duke of Galava suddenly became anxious, and his beard shook up and down with excitement.

"Wait, Mr. Bennott, that's not a matter of a few slaves! Those guys are losing face to the Empire! And if we don't let the escaped slaves be punished as they deserve, won't everyone follow their example!"

Benott said as he looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

"My friend...... Friends of the Duke, you are known as a thousand clans and a thousand gods, even if they are one clan?"

Looking at the Duke of Galava, who was still about to say something, he continued without stopping.

"Of course, your face is really a problem. If the barrel of the gun is not straight, the waist pole will not be straight, but these are actually easy to do. Isn't it because you are too weak that they lack respect for you...... Forgive me for speaking more bluntly, but you also know that those guys are robbers, and robbers are by nature to be soft and afraid of hard, and if you want them to respect you, you have to be harder than them!"

As soon as he heard this, the Duke of Galava was immediately displeased. Are you kidding?

How did the Xilan Empire sit on the territory of a province, and a mere alliance would also match their comparison?

"Mr. Bennott, are you kidding? I'll admit that we're sometimes restrained, but we're not weak, at least not by a bigger league!"

Seeing Duke Garava's unconvinced expression, Captain Benottwan grabbed his shoulders and said earnestly.

"I know I'll admit you're brave, but believe it or not, it's just the way it is. But it's not your fault, after all, they are supported by companies and colleges, and you have nothing, so it's not fair to compare you together."

Looking at the Duke of Galava, whose face was still displeased, Bennott suddenly changed his words and continued.

"But it doesn't matter, you used to be on your own, but now it's us standing behind you, the Legion! We can also give you the help that the Academy and the corporations have given them, and I believe that with our help, you will soon be able to have the strength to be on a par with the Alliance, which is not very difficult."

Hearing this, Duke Galava's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shook Bennott's hand excitedly.

"Thank you so much...... My friends, it is a privilege for you to stand with us! I can swear to the god of white elephants that we will do our best to cooperate with you! So...... How are you going to help us?"

Looking at Duke Galava's grateful look, Bennott's face showed a pleasant smile.

He had actually thought about this matter for a long time, but he never found an opportunity to bring it up.

And now, without a doubt, is that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"We can introduce you to someone, one from a famous family

Captain, his name is McClown. Unlike a civilian officer like me, that guy is a real officer, and the kind that came down from the battlefield."

"Not only that, that guy has a relationship with the Alliance just like you, and he hates those blue gophers more than anyone else. If you have this idea, I can match you with a military advisor to Borneo to help you build an iron army that can fight according to the standards of the Legion! We can even donate you some equipment that we won't need for a while!"

Anyway, the eastward expansion faction didn't need that equipment.

If you can make use of those broken copper and iron, it will be a good thing.

And Benott can be sure that McLenn will not refuse, and even take the initiative to ask Ying to go to Borneo Province to be this instructor.

The Duke of Galava was overjoyed when he heard this, and he clenched Bennott's hand excitedly.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Bennott smiled and shook his hand back.

"You're welcome, you are our important trading partner and our strategic partner, your daughters cough one by one, I like spices very much! May our friendship last forever!"

The Duke of Galava laughed.

"May our friendship endure! Later, I'll send some to your house!"

After some politeness, Bennott finally sent the troublesome fellow away, turned around and pulled a tissue from the table and wiped his hands in disgust. It's bad luck.

He was a captain of ten thousand people, and he had to shake hands with a goat that came out of nowhere.

At this moment, a soft sigh came from behind him, causing Bennott's neck to stiffen involuntarily, and then turned around in annoyance, staring in the direction of the doorway with a displeased expression.

"Even if you are His Majesty's Praetorian Guard...... Nor should I eavesdrop on my conversations with the Imperial Emissary."

Standing at the door of the tent at some point, Quake looked at Bennott with a displeased expression indifferently, not taking his emotions to heart at all.

As a Praetorian Guard, he was only loyal to the marshal, and he was only responsible to the marshal, regardless of his rank, and did not need to bow to anyone.

"The eastward expansion faction has finally settled down a little, and the marshal will not be satisfied with your approach."

Bennott's expression was a little stiff, although he didn't want to explain nonsense, but thinking of the identity of this adjutant, he still said patiently.

"McLaren is not a fool, he has been in the league for half a year, and he knows very well that those guys are not easy to mess with, and what to do and what not to do, I think he has his own measure...... All we're going to do is arm our allies, not to let them actually fight the Alliance, don't you want us to have more leverage? Or would you like to see us led by the nose by the Alliance?"

Quake asked in a flat tone.

"What if he doesn't have a good sense of proportion?" Benott replied unceremoniously.

"Then let him get back, what can he do as an instructor? That idiot is not Griffin, a waste with low eyes and masters, and if he dies, he will go to the emperor's harem to sleep with a few girls, and can he turn the province of Borneo upside down?"

Hearing the name Griffin, Quake frowned slightly, his eyes a little complicated.

However, that trace of complicated emotions is only for a moment.

He stared intently at Bennott, a hint of warning in his solemn tone.

"His Majesty the Marshal takes this meeting very seriously, and I hope you know that anyway. Especially when it comes to the 'main contradiction', you'd better not mess it up."

Against those cloudy pupils, Benott couldn't help but feel a trace of trepidation in his heart, although that trace of trepidation quickly turned into annoyance.

Why should he be afraid of a thousand-commander?

"I am always loyal to His Majesty the Marshal, and I don't need you to remind me

Quake shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything about it, just turned and walked to the door.

However, just as he stretched out his hand to open the curtain and was about to leave the tent, he suddenly stopped and threw down a meaningful sentence.

"That's what every y'em says."

"I wish you did." Benott froze in place.

By the time he came to his senses, the lieutenant named Quake had already left.....

On the northern shore of the Baiyue Strait, the thriving port of French fries, where the gentle sea breeze blows the waves onto the beach, is split in half by a pier that extends into the deep waters.

In the sea not far from the pier, the power cattle sitting on small wooden boats are working hard to drive arm-thick aluminum alloy pipes into the bottom of the sea.

The pipes were just pulled from Dawning City by the Ox Horse airship, and were used to build a seine fence separating the beach from the deep waters.

They would then pour sand into the aluminium pipes and pull a net of devil's silk between them to enclose the waters near the harbor.

As if they had a premonition that they were being deprived of living space, the alien species active in the sea began to move, and from time to time they attacked the small boats floating on the water, and every once in a while, someone fell into the water.

But even so, it still can't stop the determination of these animals.

"Brothers, keep it up! For a bikini in the sun!" "Whoa!"

Looking at the sea in the distance in a daze, the flesh opened his mouth in a daze, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence without a head or tail from his mouth.

「...... Are these guys crazy?"

Tail, who was standing on the side, crossed his arms and nodded his chin with a look of deep approval.

"Oh! Eighty percent of them are crazy."

Forced to wear a maid outfit for three whole days, she almost suffered from heat stroke from the long skirt that looked like a sheet.

In the past few days, she has finally changed into shorts with a small vest, and she feels that her whole person has come to life.

Perhaps the xenos in the sea were drawn to the small wooden boats of the power animals, so that there was hardly any sign of xenos on the beach.

Not far away, on the reef beach, some Moon Clan girls with baskets were collecting oysters attached to the reef with daggers and awls, while others were squatting by the faucets not far from the beach to wash their clothes.

Speaking of which, time flies.

If it weren't for the Ox and Horse airship that went and returned, she wouldn't even notice that a week had passed since the Meat docked at the port of fries!

It's worth mentioning that while Tail feels like the week has gone by in a blur, a lot has happened in this ever-changing settlement.

The first is the interior of the camp.

The vast expanse of land that used to be empty to the east has now been reduced to rows of wooden shacks.

Although these shoddy houses are still aesthetically deficient, they have no problem sheltering from the elements.

In addition to this, smoked fish and dried fur are hung at the door of every house.

Helping players deal with prey and fish has become the main source of income for most of the Moon Clan girls in French Fry Harbor.

There are also some girls who are good at farm work, and under the leadership of Granny Sangru, they have contracted the farmland in the northwest of the southern district.

Baiyue Provincial Development Co., Ltd. will be responsible for ensuring the safety of farmland, clearing rainforests, and providing farmers with seeds for high-yielding crops and some auxiliary equipment.

And the price they have to pay is only half of the harvest of farmland and orchards.

For them, who have never owned their own land, this condition is simply so generous that many people do not believe it is true at first.

It wasn't until they learned that the tail that had freed them from their cage was also a member of Baiyue's board of directors that they put their fingerprints on the contract.

In addition to agriculture and handicrafts, there are also young, beautiful and well-built girls who have entered the service industry and done jobs that most players don't want to do.

Thanks to this, the originally empty camp has become bustling.

Not only have save points, stalls, and shops added NPCs that can be interacted with, but the "one-man tavern", which has been criticized by countless players, has finally changed

It became the "Ijin Tavern".

Not only is there a group of hot, pleasing waiters here, but it also completely liberates Boss Yi's hands.

And as God's customers, they finally no longer have to work part-time to serve tea, pour water and wash dishes......

The sun went down from east to west, and in the blink of an eye, another full day passed.

As usual, watching the sun gradually set, Ito beckoned the girls of the tavern to set up tables and chairs on the beach, ready to start today's business.

However, just as the group moved their chairs out, they saw a speedboat with a federal flag leaning against the edge of the dock.

The NPC named Muda jumped out of the speedboat first, and walked in the direction of the tavern with two sailors.

I haven't seen this guy for a long time, Yiren couldn't help but be a little surprised, and looked at the three people who approached and shouted with a smile.

"Do you want something?"

Mu Da didn't talk much, reached out and took out a telegram from his arms, looked at it, confirmed that it was this place, and then looked at the man in front of him who looked like a boss and asked.

"Is there a man named Sith here?"

Yiren was stunned, but he had heard of this name. "What are you looking for her to do?"

Muda continued succinctly.

"She asked me to meet here, and now that I'm here, please talk to her for me—"

Before he could finish his sentence, an unfamiliar voice came from not far away.

"I'm here."

The three of them immediately looked in the direction from which the sound came from, and saw a girl with a rifle and a bazooka walking in the direction of the camp.

The sea breeze brought with it a bloody saltiness, and a few handfuls of animal hair and blood that had not yet dried were stuck to her coat.

Not only did Mu Da look at her strangely, but even the two sailors who followed him were shocked.

It was the boss of Yiren who was no longer surprised by this picture, but greeted him with a smile.

"A good harvest today?"

"It's okay, I didn't expect there to be mutant brown bears in this rainforest," replied casually, Si Si leaned his rifle and bazooka against the table next to him to take a seat, and then gestured four fingers at the boss of the Yiren, "Two bottles of beer and two bottles of orange juice with ice cubes." My teammates are going to hand in the materials, and I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay." Ito made an OK gesture and turned in the direction of the open-air bar.

Listening to the language he didn't understand, Mu Da was about to open his mouth to ask what the telegram meant, when a neat and tidy envelope was handed to him.

Looking at the envelope, his eyebrows lifted slightly, and he reached out to take it.

"What is this?"

Si Si said succinctly.

"Someone asked me to give you a letter." "Who?"

"You'll know if you've seen it."

Muda glanced at Sisi and opened the envelope suspiciously.

And almost as soon as he looked at the contents of the letter, the face that had been exposed to the sun and molted immediately became serious.

Holding the letter in his hand, he stared at the woman in front of him and asked word by word.

"Where is he?"

Si Si said casually.

"Dawning City."

Hearing this answer, Mu Da was stunned. "River Valley Province?!"

Looking at the stunned NPC, Sisi nodded and continued in a very soft voice.

"Yes...... At the behest of that gentleman, we intend to reopen the investigation into the incident at the Ocean Current Power Station in the southern seas."

Hearing the words Ocean Current Power Station, Mu Da showed a surprised look, walked to the side with her, and lowered his voice to the extent that only the two of them could hear him.

「...... Ocean current power station? What's the use of investigating that thing now? It's been more than two months, and even if you find anything, you won't be able to change the current situation."

Sisi smiled faintly.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Mu Da stared at her for a while, and then spoke slowly after a long time.

"What do you need me to do?"

"It's simple, you just need to cover me up close, and we'll take care of the rest."

Muda's expression grew strange, and he glanced at the freighter parked on the dock.

"Cover you? How are you going to get there? What the hell?"

"Of course not, follow me."

Sisi smiled mysteriously, threw down the words, and turned and walked to the camp not far away.

Muda glanced at the two sailors standing not far away, motioned for them to stay at the tavern door and wait for him, and then followed her alone.

Walking into the camp with the NPC, Sith made a beeline for the warehouse area, not far from the beach, and came to a warehouse made of tin shacks.

"Right here."

Muda narrowed her eyes and followed her into the warehouse.

And the moment he saw the drum-shaped submarine parked in the warehouse, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You've been in contact with the people of Vault 70?"

Didn't care that he unconsciously touched the right hand of the holster on his waist, Si Si looked at him casually and said.

"So what? Have you changed your mind?"

Muda was silent for a long time, and finally removed the hand resting on the holster and spoke slowly.

「...... At ten o'clock tonight, you will follow me under the boat, and I will take you there."

Hearing this promise, Si Si's face finally showed a happy smile.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, that's all I can do."

As he spoke, Muda glanced at the submarine parked in the warehouse again.

The scratches and wounds left on the metal casing clearly did not look like those left by the Federation fleet's depth charges and torpedoes.

Although he didn't think the truth was of any use, his instincts told him that he might find out something this time.....