Golden Gallen Harbor. 櫛

A slum near the Doge's Palace.

The open space where the poor people were drying their clothes was now crowded with a large group of people who were pressed by the black.

Although it is said that the clothes are drying here, the hemp rope is mostly rag-like tattered, and at most it can only cover the privacy.

Due to the low education rate and the lack of contraception and other forms of entertainment, people here love to make people without incident, so much so that there are more people than clothes.

Some survivors of extreme hardship even had to share a robe with their families, who would wear it when they needed to go out.

It is precisely for this reason that when Asin stood in the middle of the crowd in a clean striped shirt and thick canvas pants, both his temperament and image looked out of place with the poor ghosts around him who were wearing old clothes and even wrapped in sheets.

Eventually, in a wave of pushing and shoving, an old man with a wrinkled face and a sallow complexion was pushed out. 櫛

His name was Jay, and he was a rat clan, less than sixty years old, but he looked like he was in the earth.

But then again, in the slums of Port Gillum, it is indeed an advanced age to live to be sixty years old. Most people have already completed their lives before the age of forty.

The people on this street agreed that since they were children of the rat people, it was most appropriate for the elders of the rat people to come forward to educate them.

There are three things they need to figure out.

The first is what the "iron men" told him that day, and the second is where he got the money to buy this outfit.

As for the third thing, it is also the most important one.

What does it mean to let them move out? 櫛

The old man who was squeezed to the front had a little helplessness on his face, but he also knew that it was most suitable for him to do this matter.

So he cleared his throat and looked at the young man in front of him with a serious expression.

"Ah Sin, you are a good boy, I grew up watching you, I hugged you when you were the size of a coconut shell."

Asin nodded.

"I remember, Grandpa Jay."

A relieved smile appeared on the old man's face, but the rows of crisscrossing wrinkles quickly twisted solemnly again.

"We all know you're a good boy with a good job of doing your duty, and you and your family are good people on this street, so you're on our side, right?" 櫛

"Of course."

Asin nodded again, glanced at Grandpa Jay, then at the neighbors around him, and continued slowly.

"I can swear to my gods that I want you more than anyone else to have a good life."

As soon as his words fell, there was a shout of righteous indignation from beside him.

"And what do you mean we want to move out?"

The angry shout immediately ignited the emotions of the people around them, and the successive rebukes flew in an instant to drown out the two people standing in the crowd.

"That's it! What do you mean?" 櫛

"This is our home! We're not going anywhere!"

"How good those people have done you!"

"Well, I kind of understand where you got this dress from!"

"Phew! Eat stuff inside and out!"

"I knew none of these rats were good!" ….

"Be quiet, everyone...... Let me talk to this kid." Jay's voice was pleading, and he raised his hand to try to calm everyone down, but all he responded to was a raindrop of spittle.

No one paid any attention to him. 櫛

After all, the rat people are just a bunch of lowly things.

Although they look like people, their hearts are like rats in the gutter, and the people here look down on them in their hearts.

Just as the wolves produce the bravest and bravest warriors, they produce prostitutes. Women, pickpockets, thieves and businesswomen.

This group of villains who do nothing evil is more than those who are deprived of all property and power

The status of the Moon Clan people who are free to live is a little higher.

There is no doubt that the next race to be relegated to slavery will be these obnoxious rats.

It is a shame to allow such inferior people to live in the heyday of the Empire!

Everything would be better without them! 櫛

Bathed in the scolding of everyone, Ah Xin looked at the indignant faces expressionlessly, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

His position is indeed low.

But how good are these people?

Even if you are as noble as a wolf, living in this hellish place is just a dog that picks up garbage and eats. Even if he is as docile as a sheep, he has also given birth to ruthless gangsters and robbers.

However, his old father, who was despised by everyone on this street, lived honestly and diligently all his life, not only did he not offend anyone, but also taught him and his brothers and sisters to be honest and good people, so that they could be reincarnated as a master in the next life.

Touching his conscience, he said that he had indeed lived honestly in the past seventeen years, and once planned to finish this life like this.

Until yesterday, he was treated like rats in the sewers, pushing and shoving out of the crowd just to test what the "iron men" were and what their attitude was...... 櫛

At that moment, standing alone on the street, he suddenly hated himself for the nest, and also hated the people who had lived for seventeen years.

So much so that when those men handed him the gun, he wanted to take out the guys who pushed him out and kill him on the spot.

But he didn't.

It's not because of kindness.

It's that he knows very well who gave him the gun in his hand, or the power to kill and kill.

Since the master can hand over this gun to him, he can naturally take it from him.

In order to retain this power, he must do everything he can to please them. 櫛

He doesn't relentless when it's time to kill.

But now.

He had to do it beautifully and at the lowest cost—before he had drained the twelve bullets in his pistol.

Holding the cold metal texture of his pocket, he struggled to overcome the fear in his heart and the instinct that had been carved into his humanity for seventeen years.

Then, like an honest child, he nodded his head for the third time, and at the same time for the last.

"That's right, I took the money, and it was a huge amount of money, a huge amount of money that you poor people can't imagine in your life." ….

The surroundings fell silent for a moment. 櫛

He could feel that the eyes that looked at him were filled with greed and longing in addition to pure anger.

It's like a hyena meeting a hare.

They only hated that it was not themselves who took the gun from the Alliance, and they wanted to snatch all the money from their pockets.

Without a pause, Asin used all his strength to maintain his composure, and calmly uttered the words he had been thinking about all night.

"For 40,000 yuan, I not only bought myself a new set of clothes, which can be called clothes, but I also bought a set for my brother and brother, my sister, my sister and my parents. After that, we plan to buy three pigs and buy some gadgets to subsidize the family to make everyone's life more comfortable."

A slightly hout man stepped forward, his eyes fixed on him.

"Why did they give you money? The Iron Men." 櫛

Asin knew this guy.

This guy's name is Vikram, he is a wolf clan, and he is said to have been a soldier before, but only this guy knows whether he has been a soldier or not.

He only knew that this guy was a well-known villain on the street, his brother and brother who bullied him a lot, and his honest father.

Ah Xin knows very well that the reason why this guy didn't directly snatch the money from his pocket is not because he is afraid of himself, but because he is afraid of those "iron men" who are suspected of standing behind him.

That's why ......

He said that he couldn't lose the support of those grown-ups.

"I sold my house to them," Asin looked at him with a blank face, imagining the Iron Men standing behind him, and continued slowly, "that house is theirs now, and whether they blow it up or use it as a target, it's their freedom." 櫛

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this, including Vikram standing in front of him, and countless people had surprised and shocked expressions on their faces.

"You can't do that!"

"It's not just your house! It's also a house on this street!"

"That's right!"

At least—

This is more than a huge amount of money should have its own share!

Vikram's eyes narrowed, and his tone took on a hint of menace. 櫛

"Boy, I live on the street near you! If the shells land on me—"

"Then go and consult with them! And those iron men!" Looking at the chattering crowd, Ah Xin suddenly erupted, and a roar interrupted everyone's words.

No one expected that this usually submissive, honest and low-key young man would suddenly lose such a big temper, and the surroundings quieted down for a moment.

Even the famous villain on the street, the guy named Vikram, looked at him in amazement, like a freak who had taken the wrong medicine.

But even then, this guy just watched.

Ah Xin knew that this guy must not dare to touch himself.

He is now extremely calm, and even more sober. 櫛

He knew that the more unscrupulous he was at the moment, the more these people would think that they had a backer behind them, and the more they were afraid of what gave him the courage to be unscrupulous. ….

What's more, they didn't guess wrong.

I do have that thing.

And it's in his hands!

Glancing around at the stunned faces around him, Ah Xin continued with undiminished momentum.

「…… Go, huddle together, go and negotiate with those iron men, let them fight with the empire somewhere else! Or you can send a cowardly fellow to consult with Your Majesty, and ask him to give the port and the Governor's Palace to those iron men!"

Looking at the speechless guys, he smiled coldly. 櫛

「…… You don't dare to do this, you only dare to find a bully who looks very good to bully, this person is better the one you are very familiar with but not so familiar with, the best one who usually works hard and complains, and will not fight back when beaten and scolded, like me standing here."

"I'm going to drive you away from here, right? Then come and kill me, and watch your house bang and then crackle into ruins! Imperial soldiers would use them as cover, and the Iron Men in the Doge's Palace would use them as targets. When they're done beating and patting their butts and leaving, you'll get nothing but a pile of sand and dirt! Come on, don't you have hands!"

Nobody moved their hands.

Not even the one who spoke.

Ah Xin gasped slightly.

He had never said so much once in his life, and in front of so many people.

But here he is already standing, like a mouse cornered by a wild cat. 櫛

The only thing he can do now is bluff.

If he was scared, these people would really kill him.

Gritting his teeth and holding back his trembling shoulders, Ah Xin struggled to recall the words he had already thought of last night, and continued word by word.

"It's me, the poorer poor ghost you poor devil that you despise the most, and now I've negotiated a good price for you, so that your worthless shacks can be exchanged for at least four fat pigs that you haven't touched in your life!"

"Forty thousand, forty thousand Xilan coins! If you are willing to tear it down yourself, they will give you an extra 20,000 yuan, which is the benefit I have won for you! It's me!"

He roared hoarsely, even hoarsely, as the people around him

When they heard this, they immediately boiled like a boiling oil pot.

Forty thousand! 櫛

If you tear up the house yourself, you will give 20,000 more!

As for their broken house, let alone 40,000 Xilan coins, 20,000 may not be wanted! And even if it's worth that much money, no one will buy it at all.

Many people are already excited.

As the young man named Asin said, this amount of money is an astronomical amount for most people living here.

With this money, they can not only build a spacious cottage in the countryside, but also buy three or four big fat pigs.

And with pigs, even if you are a prolific farmer, it is better than huddled in this slum to pick up those odd jobs that have no last meal.

Seeing that everyone was moved, Vikram panicked. 櫛

He usually lives by collecting protection money, extortion and doing things like stealing chickens and dogs, and these jobs are all divided into territory.

Without this neighborhood, he would be like a wild dog without a home, and he would have to go to the territory of other dogs to grab food from them. ….

He's going to be bitten alive by those more ruthless wild dogs!

He has no objection to selling his dilapidated house for a good price.

But it should at least be a huge sum of money that can make him worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life!

It's better to make him a real wolf-man than to hang out with these poor ghosts like a wild dog!

"Wait! Why is it only forty thousand—" Vikram put on a fierce expression and took a step forward. 櫛

If he took a few people to talk to those iron men, maybe he could ask for more-

But before he could say anything, it was interrupted by a sudden gunshot.

With a bloody hole in his forehead, Vikram stared at the young man with his arm shaking in a gap, and then fell to the ground a moment later, red and white.

He didn't know.

Someone has been staring at his head for a long time.

Hearing the gunshot, the crowd was in an uproar, like monkeys splashed with boiling hot oil, but not forward, but fearfully backward.

Jay looked at the rat-man boy with his gun out in disbelief, as if he was looking at something rebellious, and said with a trembling voice. 櫛

"You've killed someone......

"Yes, I'll be a beast in my next life."

Trying to hide the tremor of his index finger and arm, Ashin put the gun back in his pocket, and said it indifferently, then looked at the people around him and continued.

"What about you? Do you get out of here with the money, or do you want to be like him?"

As he expected.

No one cared about the corpse.

Every once in a while, people die here, whether they die of starvation or disease, no one cares at all. 櫛

Even if the Doge's Palace is right next to it.

They cared more about the gun in his hand, the one given by the Iron Man as a symbol of authority, even though there were only 11 bullets left in that gun.

In addition to that-

They still care about themselves.

Or money.

As for Vikram.

That guy is already dead. 櫛

Not many people liked him when he was alive, let alone lying on the ground, and the mass grave was his final destination.

The man standing behind Vikram moved, suppressed the panic on his face, and stared at the young man standing in the crowd.

"You...... Can you guarantee that you will help us get this money?"

Ah Xin said without hesitation.

"I promise."

The man hesitated for a moment, nodded, and stepped forward.

Ah Xin stared at him intently, although he was panicked in his heart, but it did not show on his face that was numb from seeing blood. 櫛

One-step.

Two-step ......

at a distance of three meters

The man suddenly paused and took a deep breath.

「…… Thank you for everything you've done for everyone."

The Adam's apple moved, and he continued.

"Like you said...... It's going to be in ruins very quickly, and even if we don't take that money, nothing will change."

The surroundings were quiet for many seconds. 櫛

People seem surprised that he agrees.

Soon, though, the sound of a sparse cheer began to sound.

"Indeed......"

"That's more than enough." ….

"Your Majesty won't give it to us."

"My dilapidated house has been leaking for a while, and I'm just about to build a new one."

Someone took the lead, and everything was a lot easier. 櫛

Although there was a bit of hesitation and hesitation in those unintended words, there was no surprise in the meaning revealed, and it was mostly an affirmation and praise for Ah Xin.

Looking at the obedient crowd, Ah Xin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he didn't thank the man, just looked at him indifferently and said.

"Your name."

The man said respectfully.

"Kunar...... Dog-people."

Asin nodded.

"From now on, you're my man." 櫛

The man looked delighted.

At this moment, at some point, small raindrops suddenly floated in the sky full of dark clouds, and one drop after another fell on the blood-stained mud floor.

When they found that it was raining, people were like dogs that heard the bells of the meals, and they rushed to the clothes and sheets hanging on the hemp rope to dry, and scrambled to take them into their arms, for fear of being wet by the rain, and even more afraid of being taken away by others.

Ah Xin just squatted down, picked up a bullet case from the ground, and shook his trembling thumb to wipe away the muddy water that was stained on it.

"Go and bury him." He tried not to show half a bit of cowardice in his voice.

Standing in the rain, Kunar bowed his head respectfully, like a loyal servant.

"Yes!" 櫛

It's not just Kunar.

Several other men followed suit, grabbing Vikram who was lying on the ground by the hands and feet, and carried it outside the square.

From this moment on, they are all his little brothers.

Nothing needs to be said.

Ah Xin, who was squatting in the rain, did not get up, but quietly looked at the blood stains in the distance that had not been washed away by the rain, and his eyes were attentive.

It was the first time he had killed someone.

He found that as long as he didn't treat people as people, but as animals, it was easier to do than he had imagined. 櫛

Although his arms are numb now, his mouth is in severe pain, and his legs are weak and he can't stand up......

……

", it's raining."

"Let's find a place to shelter from the rain."

Near Camp Lowell, near the slum on Blackwater Street.

The four players who were patrolling along the alley suddenly saw that it was raining in the sky, and it was getting bigger and bigger, so they walked to the eaves of the houses on the side.

It's a pity that the eaves are too narrow, and the wind is blowing outside, no matter how they lean against the wall, the rain can fall on the armor. 櫛

The "Type 5" exoskeleton has good wading performance, but it is troublesome to get water into the gaps of the bulletproof inserts, and some moving parts have to be re-oiled and maintained.

The more complex the machine, the more picky it is about the working environment, and the only thing that is really durable is the mosquito small plane produced by Goblin Technology.

Maybe......

They should hire a few NPCs to do this.

[Mountains and rivers into a dream] thought so in his heart, but saw several pairs of dark eyes staring at them in the half-hidden window.

He looked at the [Zero Chong] of the perception system on the side, who shook his head.

"No killing intent." 櫛

Shanhe walked to the door in a dream, reached out and knocked on the door.

That door was fast

It opened, and a wrinkled face peeked out of the crack in the door, and the panic in his eyes was full of uneasiness. ….

"Your Excellency?"

"Let's take shelter from the rain."

After speaking, Shanhe took out a hundred-denomination Xilan coin and stuffed it into the hand of the old man with incredible words written on his face.

"Thank you...... Thank you." The old man thanked him in fear, and stepped back to make way of the door.

The room was dimly lit, but barely clear. 櫛

In a room of less than ten square meters, there was a table with pots and pans on it, and those dark eyes were hidden behind the table.

They were children of about eleven or twelve, sallow-complexioned, dirty faces, boys and girls, all wrapped in a linen sheet, as if torn from a whole curtain or bedsheet.

Looking at the shiny exoskeleton and the rifle hanging from their chests, the faces of these children were both timid and curious.

They had never seen these iron men in armor before, but they seemed to be more powerful than the soldiers with rifles.

The two looked at the older girl, with fear and apprehension on their faces, and quietly climbed up the ladder to the upper floor at the urging of their mother.

Shanhe dreamed with some unbearability in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just took three teammates to stand at the door to shelter from the rain, trying not to disturb the lives of these people.

The two sides faced each other in silence, only the sound of rain outside the window. 櫛

After a while, it seemed that these "iron men" were not so scary, and because they couldn't see their eyes through the eyepieces, the adults and children in the room gradually stopped paying attention to them.

Except for the three women who had gone upstairs earlier, they all gathered around the table, and with their hands scooped out pieces of mud the size of a baby's fist from the iron basin filled with maroon mud, spread them on the table, and spread them into cakes.

The old man read something in his mouth, stretched out his mud-stained hand, grabbed some crumpled wild vegetable leaves, pepper, and cardamom powder from the basket beside him, and sprinkled them on the mud cake one after another.

The players standing at the doorway glanced at each other, swallowed involuntarily, and whispered in the communication channel

"It's ...... Soil?"

"Eighty percent yes."

"Mommy......" 櫛

"In this way, the nutritional paste is more delicious."

"But they have condiments."

The mountains and rivers did not speak in a dream.

He remembered seeing in Siss's post that it was said that on the north side of the port of the Golden Gallen, there was a vast expanse of red earth.

The red earth is completely different from what they usually understand as "Guanyin soil" in terms of color and composition, and it seems to have been artificially improved, although it cannot grow anything, but it can be boiled and filtered out of the sand and gravel and drained to be eaten directly.

The local poor would mix some plant fibre and condiments into it to make it less difficult to swallow.

Of course, while it's not dangerous to eat kaolin with this artificially modified mud, it's impossible to eat it seven days a week. 櫛

Most of the bottom layer of Golden Gallen Harbor is still based on black beans and a larger chickpea-shaped bean as a staple food, supplemented by various berries and wild vegetables. As for the main sources of protein, the main ones are some insects and freshwater snails. ….

As for the "mud cake", it is only used as a supplement when the economy is not well-off.

In short, because it is located at the junction of tropical and subtropical regions, and is located in the impact plain on the banks of the Yongliu River, the food source in this area is quite abundant.

That's why the settlement can hold so much – so much more people than the land can carry.

However, the survivors who live here are only alive, and they are not even more dignified than the cattle in the barn.

At least only outsiders can eat them.

After a while, the man's ritual of sprinkling the ingredients was over, and the mud cakes on the table were all half-dry. 櫛

He picked up a few pieces of bread

, put it in a palm-sized bowl, handed it to the older child next to him, and whispered to him to send it to his mother and sisters upstairs.

Then he rubbed his hands together and beckoned the family members, who had already swallowed saliva, to start the meal.

Zero Chong, who was standing at the door, couldn't stand it anymore, took out the compressed biscuits stuffed in his backpack, walked forward despite the captain's eyes, and stuffed it to the nearest child in the panicked eyes of the family, and whispered in a human language.

"Eat this."

He knew very well that there was no point in doing so, just like stuffing gold coins into the homes of NPCs with four walls, it wouldn't change anything.

But he did it anyway.

There's no particular reason why playing a game is just a matter of getting an idea. 櫛

Shanhe shook his head in a dream, but he didn't say anything, and Erliang Yueguang, who was standing next to him, quietly gave a thumbs up.

The little girl, who was as tall as the cuirass of his exoskeleton, stared at him through her shaggy hair, and then looked at her father, who had no objection, and then took a bite of the plastic package.

Seeing that she was pricked in the mouth by plastic sawtooth, Ling Chong hurriedly gestured with his hand.

"Gotta tear it open, like this."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, clumsily tore open the plastic wrapper, and hesitantly took another bite.

For a moment, her eyes widened, and their dark eyes seemed to be painted with a layer of color, rolling a hazy layer of light.

It was a delicacy she had never tasted before. 櫛

She gobbled it into her mouth, Ling Chong looked left and right when she saw this, didn't see the container of water, gritted her teeth again, took out a bottle of bottled water from her backpack and unscrewed it and handed it out.

"Don't choke."

The little girl was indeed choked, coughed hard, took the water bottle and drank most of it before relieving herself.

Unfastened the mask of the helmet, Ling Chong squatted down, smiled and reached out to touch her fluffy hair, and asked in a gentle tone.

"What's your name?"

"Arnold."

Why does that name sound like a boy? 櫛

Never mind.

Zero Chong didn't care, and continued with a smile.

"My name is Zero Chong, and if you see a bad guy with that kind of gun with a long stick, you can go over there and find us."

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of Lowell's camp, where their hundred-man squad was located, and where the rebels were stationed.

Arnold, who was full of biscuit crumbs, nodded his little head vigorously, licking his fingers intently, and he didn't know if he had listened to his words. ….

The children around them all looked at this side with their eyes open, swallowing their saliva, and the slimy mud cake in their hands instantly stopped smelling.

Thinking that he had given them all, and it wasn't bad for this one, Ling Chong simply took out the last few compressed biscuits in his backpack and distributed them to everyone present, including their father, the wrinkled old man. 櫛

Watching the children gobble up, Zero Chong felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart, with a satisfied smile on his face.

A few compressed biscuits don't cost much, not to mention that no one eats this thing at all, just as a temporary supply just in case.

The older boy took his younger brother upstairs, seemingly intending to share the delicacies of the Iron Man with his sister and mother.

The old man stared at the biscuit in his hand and was silent, his face full of sadness, as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he looked at the smiling Zero Chong with a pleading face.

"Arnold is too small...... Let's get another one."

Zero Chong's smile instantly froze on his face. 櫛

"What?!"

Erliang Yueguang couldn't hold back her laughter, and leaned against the earthen wall next to her with her stomach covered. Shanhe fell asleep and looked at the guy with black lines on his face, and felt ashamed to look away.

[Version Beginning], who had not spoken, suddenly shook his shoulders and spoke.

"In Borneo, there is only long

The husband and the husband can touch the woman's head, and if it is an unmarried woman, touching the head has the meaning of proposing...... I just went offline to check Lao Si's post."

"Damn!?"

Shanhe sighed in a dream.

"Drag it out and kill it." 櫛

Erliang Yueguang, who was still giving a thumbs up a second ago, also nodded in agreement.

"+1, it's too newborn."

Version Primary: "......?"

"Wait, I don't make it! It doesn't count!"

Hurriedly stood up from the ground, Zero Chong wanted to explain with a smile and a smile, but all three teammates looked at him with disgust.

The little girl named Arnold licked her fingers, indifferent to the sound of the men, and did not understand why her father sighed.

A pair of dark eyes stared straight at the backpack with the delicious food, and all she thought about was one thing. 櫛

If only I could have another piece.

Before I knew it, the rain outside the house had stopped.

Just when Shanhe was about to leave here as soon as possible with his three teammates, a gunshot from outside the window suddenly broke the silence after the rain.

That's the sound of a ripper's rifle!

The four of them were instantly alert.

Without waiting to say goodbye to this family, Shanhe pushed open the door and rushed to the street, and three teammates with loaded guns behind him quickly followed.

With the addition of the exoskeleton, the four of them moved as fast as a bolt of lightning, and in just one breath, they unfolded in formation in the direction where the gunfire came, leaning on the bunker and setting up their rifles. 櫛

However, to their surprise, the group of gun-carrying guys standing on the opposite street were not their enemies.

It's your own people......

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