"Time flies so fast......

There is a pergola on the beach in front of the Iren Tavern.

Looking at the oncoming sea breeze and the slightly slanting sunset, Irena, who was sitting on a small bench on the edge of the beach, wiped a handful of roasted oily lizard thighs, with comfort and satisfaction written on her face.

The elven king Fugui poured tons of beer not far away, competing with the brothers of the jungle army to see who could drink better...... This agile rookie has never won.

Standing behind the bar, the boss of Ito finally honestly faced his special hobby, and put on the maid costume designed by Tengteng Cottage with a group of beautiful Moon Clan girls.

And what is surprising is that the blind coaxing people thought that it would be very spicy, but they didn't expect this guy's women's clothing to be unexpectedly good.

Especially last time, there was a sailor who didn't know the situation, and he really regarded the owner of this shop as the proprietress of the shop, and staged an old-fashioned drama of heroes saving beauty with a few fierce accomplices, and the jokes made the players who drank here laugh all the way to the forum from the game......

The war two thousand kilometers away and the war at hand were as if they were non-existent, and there was only a faint smell of the sea in the quiet evening breeze.

She threw the remaining lizard bones at the tavern to the wild cat, who had wandered with the ship to the door, and stretched out to get up from the bench.

The staggering elf Wang Fugui, who had drunk before nightfall, burped and called at him with both hands on the table.

"Go back so early?"

"It's not early, it's almost there."

Almost as soon as the words fell, someone who stood up leaned to the side, just as he reached out and grabbed him with an arm.

Looking at the laughing power of the animals, Irena skillfully freed her right hand and hugged her fist, and said with a smile.

"I'll drag this guy to a save point, and you can continue."

Voldemort said with a smile.

"Good work, old man."

A black line unconsciously appeared above her head, and Irena said with a smile.

"MMP, how many times have you said it, can you change your nickname?"

Originally, few people responded.

As soon as he heard this, there was a commotion.

"Okay old man!"

"Walk slowly, old man."

"Say hello to Mrs. Shi for me!"

「%¥#@!」

Rolling her eyes at the dogs, Lao Na scolded and walked in the direction of the archive point.

That's pretty much the case these days.

Take the task to clear the monsters in the woods, hand in the task and go to the beach to drink, carry the guy back to the save point without waiting for dark, and then go to the forum to water and brag.

Stable is like going to work.

Because life was so comfortable, if he didn't think about it carefully, he didn't even notice that it had been almost two months since the brothers of the Burning Legion had left for the province of Borneo.

In the past two months, although his daily life has not changed much, the changes in the French Fries Port can be described as earth-shaking.

The shacks that used to be crammed to the east of the settlement have been transformed into rows of wooden houses with small courtyards.

The wooden shelves hanging at the door of the house were no longer just dried fish, furs, or clothes, but also some emerald green vines, on which were hung some colorful vegetables and fruits.

The Alliance Institute for Biological Research has expanded its local presence not only to gather clues about the activities of the brood in the area, but also to develop seeds for high-yielding crops suitable for the environment of the region.

For example, watermelons, grapes, tomatoes, and so on.

As long as they take a seed from Chen Yutong and plant it at home, regularly record the growth and report it to the Biological Research Institute, they can receive an extra money from the latter.

And, of course, to prevent seagulls or other birds from stealing food.

The industriousness of these newcomers is embarrassing even for the cattle of the power line, and this is the first time the players have seen them

The same person who can roll.

These NPCs don't have the physical strength of the players, nor the experience and knowledge of the Coral City survivors, but they have the talent to work three jobs by themselves.

Some young girls with good physical strength work in the fur factory during the day, go to the bar to serve tea and wash dishes after work, keep experimental crops entrusted by the Institute of Biology at home, and take on some odd jobs such as washing clothes, cleaning up garbage and collecting oysters when they have free time.

Although the law of the Union strictly restricts the working hours of each employee, it does not limit the maximum number of jobs a person can do.

Enjoying life for a while seems to make them feel a certain sense of guilt.

According to the survivors from Coral City, they are eager to finish the year's work in the first few months, leaving a few months to work on next year.

However, it was precisely because of this industriousness that the players who unconsciously emulated the management had more thoughts of "cultivation" than "exploitation" in their hearts, and it took only two months for these poor people to live a life that the Moon people of the Borneo province could not have imagined.

In addition to the changes in residential areas, the changes in other areas are not small.

For example, the sawmills and slaughterhouses that used to be haphazardly packed in the settlements have all been moved to the same beach where Imperial soldiers and aquatic mutants had landed.

That is, the new area to the west of the port of fries.

Since [Green Lantern Ancient Wine] and other professional players have moved the small workshops there, the air in the entire French Fries Port has become much fresher.

There are no more flying wood chips and animal fibers in the residential areas, and even the greasy smell of the beach is much less.

According to the plan of the French Fries Port City Hall, the new area where small factories and workshops are clustered in the future will be the "industrial area" of this settlement.

Although the port is not suitable for heavy industry, it would be too extreme to say that there is no trace of industry here.

Taking into account the price of raw materials, the added value of products, as well as the cost of transportation losses and the operation and maintenance costs of the facilities, some light industrial facilities such as salt refineries, sugar refineries, distilleries, wood processing plants, and food processing plants still have business value here.

If the rough wood can be processed into panels and then transported to the port of gold gallen to make furniture, it is far more economical than directly loading the untreated rough wood into a ship to the port of gold gallen.

The same goes for fruits, game, and catches.

Canned food or other non-staple food products can be sold not only to the port of Golden Gallen, but also to all merchant ships passing through the Baiyue Strait.

After the formation of the industrial zone, the city hall of the port of French fries modeled on the management method of the industrial zone of Dawn City, and detailed regulations on the production methods and employment rules of the production units, and also made arrangements for taxation.

With the revenue and the rights and obligations clear, the Port de France City Hall borrowed a sum of money from the distant Dawning City Bank to improve the infrastructure of the new city with tax guarantees.

For example, two concrete piers that extend into the deep waters, and a road leading from the industrial area to the core of the port of French fries, were built by Niuma Group using prefabricated steel, concrete slabs and cement produced in the port of Jingallen.

In addition, Niuma Group's airship also brought prefabricated parts produced in Boulder City from Dawning City, assembled a small gantry crane and a freight track from the dock to the port warehouse for one of the freight terminals in the industrial zone, greatly improving the efficiency of cargo handling.

Here we had to blow a wave of technicians brought by the Dolphin, and their improved "crab" amphibious engineering armor based on the results of Vault 100.

The cattle and horses equipped with this thing were simply like tigers, and the dock grew forward at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

The import and export routes of the port of French fries have also moved from the beach in the center of the settlement to the beach in the western industrial area, along with the small factories and workshops that have moved away. In order to make it easier for local residents to go to work there, the Port Fries City Hall has set up a special transportation office and opened bus and passenger boat routes to the new area.

Five or six kilometers away is not too far, and there are military bases in the northwest highlands monitoring the alien species in the forest and the coastline that has been fenced, and the north side of the coastal road has been reclaimed into fenced orchards, farms and plantations, as long as you don't walk at night, you don't have to worry too much about safety, so there are also some bold Moon Clan girls who choose to commute by bicycle.

As for the original wooden pier in Fries Lane, it has become a paradise for anglers and tourists as originally planned.

In addition to those already built, there is an ocean current power station on the seabed at the bottom of the strait, and a solid-state hydrogen storage facility on shore that is still under construction.

However, the two facilities were not the responsibility of Niuma Group, but were auctioned off by a new energy development company in Dawn City.

Speaking of this company, it also has some ties to the Federation of Islands in the southern seas.

The company, known as Guangwei Energy, was founded less than two months ago, and its founder was none other than Huang Guangwei, a survivor from the southern seas and a resident of the 70 Vault.

When he first arrived in Dawnlight, he was sent to the bureau by guards for stunting the former Vault 70 manager with a punch, and had the honor of making the headlines of the Goblin Observer.

But that was a long time ago.

Now that Mr. Huang has fully adjusted to life in the Coalition, and like the former Vault 70 administrator who was punched by him, he has chosen to contribute to the Coalition's efforts to rebuild the wasteland in his own way.

Objectively speaking, the reason why the port of french fries has been able to develop so quickly is largely due to the help of these survivors from Vault 70 and Coral City.

For some players who can only rely on strength and experience before the 21st century to overcome the difficulties, they give more constructive solutions.

And some of the lifestyle professionals who work in related fields have also learned a lot from these solutions that they have never seen before.

Whether it's engineering experience, or sociology.

During these two months of contact, both sides have benefited a lot.

In addition to the improvements in industry and infrastructure, the area where players live has also changed.

One of the most typical is probably the "coastal shopping street" near the old wharf.

Originally, there was only one place to drink here, but now there are many bars, inns and restaurants in the area.

Among them, there are life professional players, some are merchants in Dawning City and Silvermoon Bay who are optimistic about the future of French Fries Harbor, and even some bosses who come to invest from the Federation's roundabout.

At dusk, it's full of lights.

It's not just the players who come back from their missions to drink and brag about it, but also the Federation fishermen who fish nearby, and the captains and sailors who happen to pass by this area, can't help but be attracted by the parched thighs and come to this street for a cold beer or two glasses of ice to quench their thirst.

Of course, it's not uncommon for people to have crooked thoughts, such as ideas about things other than food and beer.

However, seeing the Union flag flying over the Fries Harbor City Hall, most of the wastelanders still kept their senses.

Needless to say, some of the merchants and sailors from Silvermoon Bay had seen the ruthlessness of the Alliance, especially the recent unruly man who had been beaten on the head.

Some of the wastelanders from afar were forced by the threat of force, and after seeing the many awakened people, they were forced to suppress their evil thoughts.

The lobby of a hotel not far from the Ijin Tavern.

Looking at the short skirt that flickered past the table, a drunken sailor couldn't help but sniff hard and look drunkenly at his companion sitting across the table.

"The girls here are all from the province of Borneo?"

"Yes, I heard that they seem to be from the Moon Clan...... From the land across the Baiyue Strait."

His companion is apparently an LSP too, and still is

The kind that has been held at sea for months.

From the moment he stepped through the door of the hotel, this guy never took his eyes off the girls with the trays.

The jet-black hip skirt outlines the figure of the wonderful man to the fullest, and a pair of black silk is the finishing touch, which not only covers the flaws of the legs, but also makes the pair of well-proportioned long legs appear more slender.

One thing to say, those blue gophers really don't have to say anything about aesthetics, no wonder even the misers of Ideal City and the nerds of the academy can't put down the design of Dawn City.

Even the wastelanders, who have little interest in the Age of Prosperity, occasionally dream of a time when they are gone.

"It's from Borneo...... I thought they were from Silvermoon Bay."

"It's normal, whether it's Luoxia Province or Borneo Province, it's the same people who escaped from the Great Desert two hundred years ago."

"This ...... It's the first time I've heard of it." The sailor muttered, reaching out and touching the back of his head.

He had been to Borneo, including the most famous port of the Golden Gallen, but the girls here and there gave him a completely different feeling.

Whether it is the complexion or the mental outlook.

The companion sitting across from him burped and said with a drunken expression.

"Hiccup...... It's actually the first time I've heard of it, but that's what the shelter dwellers say, so that's probably what it is."

"After all, no one knows what happened two hundred years ago better than them."

The night is getting late.

The sailors walked happily in the direction of the dock with their unfinished bottles, and the noise could be heard even on the deck a few hundred meters away.

While they can spend the night on the second floor of the hostel, like their boss, their boss won't pay the bill for their room.

In order to save this money and have a few more bottles in the next port, they would rather go back to the ship and hold the moldy pillow for the night.

However, just as everyone was walking towards the pier, there was a group of conspicuous figures who walked from the pier to the shore against the crowd.

"Oh! What a change in the port of fries!"

"yes, it's a different look from the last time we stopped here......

A man and a bear were stacked together, stretching their necks in the direction of the settlement, and their eyes flashed with excitement.

The sailors around him didn't react much to this combination of man and bear, and even the bear didn't find it strange that he could talk.

After all, the stewards of these guys can tame even the claws of death at the top of the food chain, so it's no surprise that his inhabitants can tame a polar bear.

The group walked to the shore and searched for a while before finding the Ijin Tavern hidden in the middle of a row of bars.

After saying hello to the young lady who was cleaning up the mess at the door, her tail rolled over and jumped off the shoulder of the flesh, and ran to the bar with a slump.

Looking at the familiar group of people, Yiren's face showed a surprised expression.

"Ah Oo? Meat?"

"Oh...... Oh! Good evening!" Rou Rouhan smiled and waved her claws, embarrassed to say that she saw the forum post and made a special trip to see Boss Yi's women's clothing.

Ah Wei, who was next to her, was much bolder, and went over and stared at it for a long time, until the latter blushed embarrassedly, and then touched his chin and said.

"Not bad...... It's perfect enough to pay extra."

The sesame paste on the top of the cat's ears also smiled and encouraged.

"It's a good fit for you."

"Ahaha...... Haha......"

Iren laughed a little nerve-wracked, his index finger looping around the fake hair hanging from his sideburns.

Although I tried things that I didn't dare to try in reality at the instigation of a group of dogs, I was still a little unaccustomed to receiving compliments from others.

"Congratulations," he said, following the two of them into the tavern

Si Si reached out and patted the shoulder of this benevolent brother, "It's a good thing to be faithful to your hobbies, it's not a big deal, don't care about other people's eyes."

After a pause, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled into a wicked smile, and she continued, "By the way, do you need to-"

Without waiting for this guy to finish speaking, Yiren said in a cold sweat.

"No, not necessarily."

At this time, the girls of the Moon Clan, who were busy in the back kitchen of the tavern, also noticed the tail and the group, and put down their work and surrounded them.

Although they have been away from their hometown for a while, many of them are still thinking about their compatriots there, especially some of their relatives are still there.

A pair of expectant eyes surrounded the group in the middle, as well as the maid outfits that had not had time to change.

"That...... How is the Port of Golden Gallen?"

"I heard you knocked down Camp Lowell too? Really?!"

"Is there any news of the people who escaped from the harbor with us at the time?"

"My husband he...... Are you still alive?"

Before he could exclaim, "Is this the kingdom of heaven?" Ah Wei was instantly stunned by the flurry of questions.

「giao…… There are too many questions for me to answer."

Seeing her troubled expression, the people around her finally calmed down, but the expectation and apprehension in her eyes still did not change.

glanced at Sisi next to him, put his fist to his lips and cleared his throat, and said in a reliable tone.

"Ahem! First of all, the slaves of Camp Lowell have been emancipated, not even just Camp Lowell, all the slaves in the entire Port of the Golden Gallen!"

Hearing this, almost all of them had expressions of surprise on their faces, and the two girls, who seemed to be sisters, even hugged each other with joy.

Looks like there should be their relatives in that camp.

After all, the main people who are locked up there are the Moon Clan.

Tail paused and continued.

「…… Now that the Empire's forces have retreated beyond the limits of the ceasefire, the Burning Corps is helping the local survivors form a new authority and re-establish a new order that is more egalitarian and harmonious. The local survivors were also very cooperative, and the settlement was full of hot construction sites."

"Anyway, the changes there are still quite large, and when I first saw the meat and sesame paste, I was stunned, and I thought I had read the wrong map! According to my observations, the future development there is no worse than that of the French Fries Port, so I'll take a look at it for you, and when the situation stabilizes, you can go back and see for yourself."

Hearing that their hometown is getting better little by little, everyone's eyes are filled with hope.

It's just that when they heard the last sentence, many people's faces still showed a trace of hesitation.

Perhaps it was the experience of that time that left too deep a wound in their hearts, or perhaps it was the sensitivity of identity as outsiders.

Even though they have worked very hard to repay the people here, the kindness and grace that only appear in fairy tales still make many people feel like a dying dream. Maybe when they wake up, they'll still be on that cramped, damp ship, and the wasteland will still be the same wasteland...... Even the ship that took them away from Borneo was a dream given by the gods.

They are afraid that they will not be able to come back when they go back, and they are even more worried that the people who pulled them out of hell will send them back there......

Sensing something keenly from those eyes with inferiority and reluctance, the tail whispered another sentence in the back.

「…… Of course, of course, I didn't say that if you want to go back, don't come back or anything, this is your new home, and no one will drive you away."

A Moon Clan girl suddenly stepped forward and hugged her, closed her eyes, and spoke sincerely and earnestly in her ear.

"Thank you."

"No, you're welcome, though

It's a bit strange to say that at this point...... Actually, you don't need to thank me in particular, if you do, just thank the others, I'm just a fun." Tail's face turned red involuntarily, and he scratched the back of his head in rare embarrassment.

The girl let go of her shoulders and took a light step back, shaking her head lightly, a soft smile on her face.

「…… Thank you for caring about our feelings."

As she spoke, she paused and looked out the window at the moonlight hanging in the night sky, as if she were looking at her hometown reflected in a silver platter.

"The people there are finally living normal lives...... I'm satisfied to know they're doing well."

Just then, a pleasant wind chime sounded at the door, interrupting the homesickness that lingered in the tavern.

A large man in an exoskeleton walked in, and the modified prosthetic body rubbed against the door frame with a clanging sound.

Seeing the man at the door, Tail greeted happily.

"Oh! Brother Chicken! Coincidentally, haven't you been offline yet?"

Midnight Killer smiled innocently and said.

"It's just launched. I heard that you've arrived, and I haven't seen anyone on the forum, so I guess you're still online, and you're here."

Looking away from the guy who suddenly hugged Ah Wei just now, Si Si looked at the chicken killer brother curiously and asked.

"What's the matter?"

Midnight Killer said shyly.

"I just want to rent your ship, tomorrow we plan to go to the port of the roundabout, I don't know if it is convenient for you."

As soon as he heard that he was going to the crater, Tail immediately guessed what was going on and said excitedly.

"Oh! No problem! By the way, is it going to be watered?"

Midnight Killer smiled and nodded.

"Hmm! It's finally going to work!"

The two-month construction period has come to an end, and just yesterday they have tested the operation of the pressure valve and the various components to confirm that there is no major problem.

By the time the submarine freshwater pipeline is officially opened, the Coalition's influence on the crater will completely leave the Torch Church far behind.

It turns out that it is far easier for the builders of order to unite the "normal" than the destroyers of order.

Sooner or later, the survivor settlements of the southern seas will take the shape of an alliance.

After a pause, he continued.

"And it's not just freshwater, they're going to invest in a new ocean current power station and a submarine transmission cable in our area when they see how fast we're working, and they're going to provide the necessary technical support. Elder Brother Fang said, just take this opportunity to make a friendly statement, let's take our equipment to the island and come back, and the other side agreed."

Si Si said thoughtfully.

"It seems that burning coal all the time is still a bit difficult for them."

"After all, who would refuse a better day but the Torch bunch of madmen? And...... Recently, the islands have been complaining about the decision of the federal authorities about whether or not to end the state of war, and they may want to take advantage of this opportunity to find an ally." Midnight Killer smiled and said, "We originally planned to go by airship, but after thinking about it, it would be better to be friendly by boat."

Lowering his arms in front of his chest, Sisi smiled and nodded.

"No problem, just leave it to us."