Golden Gallen Harbour.

The security station in the port area is directly opposite the busiest street of the port of Kingaron, and the street is bustling with people coming and going.

Governor Nehac stood in the street, staring blankly at this strange and spacious street, his eyes full of confusion, and for a moment he could not recognize where it was.

Clean and tidy streets, white-painted bungalows, black street lamps towering, everything seems to be the same as before.

What was different from the previous was that the noise was boiling, the streets were full of people, and there were some jugglers riding on two or three wheels, speeding through the streets.

There is still a bit of tulip street prestige and elegance here, but it is more like a noisy Craba market.

Sure enough.

It's all a mess here.

"You're free."

Someone said this behind him, and his voice was a little cold, even with a hint of mockery.

"Thank you......"

Nehak subconsciously replied, only to realize that this was not what he was supposed to say.

Glaring fiercely at the guard, he threw down his sleeves and took a step towards the street, only to bump into a child holding a large stack of papers as he looked at the road with the back of his head.

"Hey! Watch out for the road, old man! The boy yelled at him in displeasure, but did not entangle him.

Time is money, and he might as well make two more trips and earn a few extra gallons when he has this nonsense.

However, Nehak didn't intend to let the guy go, only to see that his face was swollen and red, and he reached out to pull the little ghost's neck.

"What do you call me...... You, do you know who I am! ”

"I don't care who you are, you're not one of those iron men!" The boy deftly dodged his hand, said with a hippie smile, and grimaced at him before leaving.

Seeing that this little ghost was rude like this, Nehak was angry and wanted to catch up with him and teach him a lesson, but he felt that he was too embarrassed to do it, and when he saw that the child was going farther and farther, he could only scold twice, and gave up.

"What kind of wild dogs, it's really uneducated!"

Look at the little ghost's outfit, although the clothes are a little old, but they are quite neat, I think it should be the child of a down-and-out aristocratic family. With patches on his sleeves, he doesn't know how to be decent, the family's life must be very unsatisfactory, his father must be a rough man who does manual labor, and his mother has to sell it, and she has to eat a few meals of dirt.

Fantasizing about the creepy and humble life, Nehak felt a little more relieved and seemed to have won.

However, he didn't have to wait long before he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Not just the kid, not even just one or two, everyone on the street was dressed.

Even the laborers who did the rough work wore cheap burlap shirts and pale blue canvas trousers.

Those on two-wheeled bikes were more elaborate, wearing short-sleeved shirts and trousers in cotton and a leather corset around their waists.

Not only men, but also women, and this is what shocked him the most.

Although the poor people of the port of Kingarun have always been unruly and what to wear, and a curtain around the waist is also called a skirt, there is a set of unwritten rules that have been formed over 200 years for those who can afford to wear pants, who can not wear them, and what to wear on what occasions.

Seeing the child wearing clothes before, he thought that the guy was the child of the down-and-out aristocratic family, after all, most of the poor ghosts in the slums only set rags, and even if they had clothes, it was impossible for the child to wear.

However, it now seems that his perception is somewhat skewed.

It was only now that he realized that there were too many "aristocrats" on this street to wear.

Is this the Port of Golden Gallon?

Nehak was stunned, his eyes wide.

And at this moment, the noisy voice and the noisy information also poured into his ears, and the buzzing sound, he only felt like his head was going to explode.

"Sell newspapers, freshly baked newspapers! The must-eat food in Golden Gallen Harbor is all on it, as well as new things to do in the wasteland! ”

"Old noodles and buns! Delicious buns! There are also freshly baked large meat buns! ”

"Where is the boss? It's only a gallon for a mile! ”

"I'm pedaling fast! Boss take my car! ”

"I heard that the expeditionary force won the battle, although it was a tragic victory, and more than 10,000 people died!"

"Hiss......"

"It's fake, it's only 30,000 people in total."

"Hey, it's not that I look down on those guys, if you want to say that I believe it if I die a hundred times and win, and I don't believe it if I die ten thousand times and win it!"

"What kind of book are you?"

"Mechanical, Mechanical, Geometric...... There are also some miscellaneous things, picked up from the port, and I heard that they are old books that have been exchanged for by the Dawning City. ”

"What do you think this thing is for?"

"One more craft and one more road, you can't stay here for the rest of your life."

"There's nothing wrong with that, right? His Majesty the Emperor and his governor have gotten out of here. ”

"It's good, but the Alliance and the Empire have a ceasefire, and who knows if they will come back in the future."

People were shouting, talking, selling, haggling, and turning the otherwise quiet streets into a miasma.

Nehaq didn't know what they were happy about, and he didn't know what to be happy about in this mess.

In his time, if an inferior person dared to appear on this street without giving a reason, his police officer would give them two sticks. And those girls who are wearing pants, they will confiscate her pants and drive them away, or they will be locked up for a few days depending on the mood and wait for her family to come and collect them.

He thought the Alliance's misdeeds were going to make a mess of it, and it was, and in just a few months, it had been a mess.

To his dismay, however, the fools who had had enough of suffering did not cheer his return, and even forgot about his face.

Not only the inferior people, but even the nobles who gathered around him, none of them came to greet him, I don't know what they were busy with.

A time has come when people are scurrying around the streets like headless flies, immersed in the sugar-coated cannonballs brought by the Alliance.

Everything seemed to be just his own doing—he thought he was important, and no one could live without him, so the alliance was in a hurry to let him out.

The truth is that without him, people are better off.

Faced with everything unfamiliar, he suddenly felt a sense of confusion in his heart.

At that moment, a tentative greeting came from behind him.

"Mr. Nehak?"

Reacting subconsciously to the name, Nehak turned back to see a man in a leather jacket looking at him.

He didn't know this guy, but the man obviously knew him, and when he saw his face, he immediately showed a happy expression and walked forward with joy.

"Sure enough, it's you! Aksh, the servant of Mr. Isser. ”

This guy was fatter than in the portrait, and his neck was almost gone, so much so that he almost didn't recognize it.

"Isel?" Nehak was a little confused, obviously unaware of the name.

The man didn't care about his expression when he saw it, but just smiled enthusiastically and continued.

"A noble man like you certainly doesn't remember my master, he is just a baron, dealing with rough people like me all the time. However, my lord has always remembered you, and he had a relationship with you at the coming-of-age banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince the year before last. He always told us that he had only met Governor Nehack that he knew what a true nobleman was like. ”

The year before last, His Majesty held a coming-of-age banquet for the four princes......

Of course, Governor Nehak remembered the Fourth Prince, and he remembered everyone around His Majesty, but how could he possibly remember who he had seen and drank with at a certain prince's coming-of-age banquet?

All he remembered was waking up the next morning in the bed of a countess, and as for the baron, he was not even qualified to shake hands with him at such a banquet.

However, although he despised the name in his heart, Governor Nehak still couldn't help but warm his heart.

Those guys who lick their leather shoes on weekdays, none of them came to visit them, but in the end, a guy who had a relationship with him two years ago still thinks about himself.

The only fly in the ointment is why this guy didn't come over by himself, but sent a subordinate to greet him.

As if to see the displeasure on his face, the man named Aksh said with a smile.

"My lord wanted to come to pick you up in person, but he had no choice but to have a military order and couldn't withdraw from the front line, so he could only entrust me to greet you."

"Military orders? What military order? Ignorant of what was going on outside, Nehak said with some confusion.

Akesh said with a smile.

"Naturally, the expeditionary force, now on the whole wasteland...... Of course, the province of Borneo, which is not a wasteland at all, has nothing more important than war against the enemies of humanity. It's not just us who sent troops, but corps, businesses, academies sent troops. ”

Nehak nodded as if he didn't understand, but he didn't understand at all.

What is the enemy of humanity?

When did the empire have another enemy?

Knowing that these things can't be explained in a few words, Akesh said with a smile.

"The reasons for this are complex, and it is not possible to explain them in a moment. My host has prepared a banquet for you in the Triumph Hotel, please follow me to the hotel's box, and I will explain it to you slowly. ”

"Then it's tiring." Glancing left and right, and seeing that no one else had come to pick him up, Nehaq accepted his offer and followed the Iser's subordinate.

The two of them got into a three-wheeled caravan, a three-wheeled caravan to be exact.

And just across the street, a young rat man in a crisp suit was looking at the prison gate with a nonchalant expression.

It wasn't until the tricycle disappeared at the end of the street that he whispered.

"Kunar, my friend, do you remember that guy?"

The dog-clan guy on the side nodded, and Weng said.

"Of course I remember, he's the lord of the Governor's Palace."

Asin said slowly.

"That was a long time ago, and now he is like a rat out of the sewer, frightened by the people in the street, cowardly, humble, and inward-looking...... Gee. ”

He shook his head slightly, undisguised the disgust and mockery in his eyes.

That guy is so much like his old self that if he were to strip his clothes off and throw him out into the street, he wouldn't even be able to act more calmly than himself.

This is the nobility of the empire.

There are no Japanese people, cattle people, elephant people, there are only different breeds of rats.

Kunar muttered, "I don't understand why the Coalition didn't just kill them." ”

Isn't it good to be that emperor yourself?

Make that a hassle.

They only need to go one step further to the west to take the City of a Thousand Pillars. By adding a pillar there, they will be able to reign over the land as "Iron Men" and become the 1,001st god of the land.

"That's right if you don't understand, that's something I can't figure out, but my gut tells me that's one of the reasons the Alliance didn't kill them."

Glancing at his friend, Ashin said this simply, and then ended the topic that would not lead to anything.

It's a pity.

He originally planned to invite the down-and-out old man to dinner, maybe he could catch the line of Tiandu and make the business of Jiaotou Bay bigger, but it seemed that he was still a step slower, and someone was the first to target that guy.

But it didn't matter, it was unlikely that the old man would have a drink with a rat clansman, and after seeing the ugly state of that guy, he suddenly lost interest.

Especially when he thought that this huge empire was actually made up of such a group of things, he felt that his face was dull and his waist couldn't stand up.

It's better to replace these people, such a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

As soon as this thought popped up, it was out of control, and it kept fermenting in his mind.

Of course, he didn't think about becoming the emperor himself, after all, the emperor's life may not be as comfortable as he is now.

I heard that there is a group of Luna rebels in the forest to the north.

Maybe he could invest in those people.

For example, using his network among the warlords, sending them some equipment, and arranging for some people to go to Dawning City to study or something.

It's actually quite easy to operate, through the hotel called "Abandoned Ship Town", he even got in touch with the leaders of the Tigers and the Black Panther Army, and at least half of the resources produced by the large and small estates and mines in the entire eastern region were sold to the port of Jingallen through his shadow port.

Although the stakes are high, what if those Moon Clan people succeed?

The return on investing in a new dynasty is much greater than investing in an old nobleman who has fallen out......

……

At this moment, Governor Nehak didn't know that some rat guy was staring at his back and thinking about something rebellious.

Following Aksh to the Triumph Hotel, he was completely stunned by the table of food in front of him.

Compared to this dazzling array of delicacies, the boxed lunch he ate in prison was simply pig food!

Looking at the gobbling former Governor, Akesh just wanted to comfort you for starving in prison, but looking at his flabby neck, he held back the words.

Apparently the Alliance didn't starve him, he was about to be fed a pig in just a few months, and all that noble veins were flowing with fat.

Resisting the urge to laugh, Aksh stood by his side and respectfully recounted everything that had happened during this time, especially highlighting the stupidity of General Babita on the northern front and the hardships of his lord eating insects on the southern front.

Nehak, who was full of wine and food, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, and when he heard about eating insects, he immediately stopped him in disgust.

"Okay, okay, I understand the situation, this matter is easy to do, I will say a few kind words to Your Majesty for you, change that Baron Babita to the south, and transfer your master to the north."

Anyway, looking at the titles of those guys, I think His Majesty didn't pay much attention to that expeditionary force.

After all, the baron is the captain of ten thousand people, and this army is afraid that there are not even a few professional soldiers, and there is only a group of serfs who are killed, and the oil and water of a hundred people add up to less than the soldiers of a regular army.

Arranging a few barons is a matter of lip service for him.

Aksh almost choked on the spit when he heard this, and hurriedly said.

"My lord, this is not ...... Replace us with the north, and we will not ...... Have to take the blame for General Babita? The hardships we have suffered on the southern front have been in vain! ”

"You have a point," said Nehak, with a full burp, and said lazily, "Well, I don't bother to use my head for this little thing, and you look at the conditions." If it's not too much, I'll help you with this. ”

Hearing this, Aksh suddenly refreshed, and leaned into his ear with a pleasant smile and whispered a few words.

“…… We don't ask for much, as long as Your Majesty splits the expeditionary force into the southern army and the northern army, so as to facilitate the command and dispatch of the front line, after all, the north and south lines are too far apart, and there is interference along the way, and you have to turn two ways to send a telegram. ”

"Okay, I'll help you with that." Nihak touched his lips and agreed.

Aksh, who was also a man of trouble, gave the servant next to him a look, and immediately brought a suitcase and gently placed it on the chair next to the table.

"This is a little bit of the heart of my grandfather...... Even if he can't visit you in person, please accept it. ”

Nihaq stretched out his oily hand and opened the box to take a look, only to be startled by the stack of golden bills.

Dinar Golden Ticket!

These banknotes, which have a special security marking, can be exchanged for dinars of equal denominations in the city of Triumph.

Although this thing only circulates in the west of the Central Continent, there are often merchant ships of the Wilantes on the west coast of Borneo Province, and those Wilante merchants all recognize this thing, and at most charge a discount of 10%~5% depending on the situation.

He roughly counted the sum of such a box of banknotes, at least 500,000 dinars.

That's the equivalent of 500 sturdy slaves!

"It seems that your master is having a good life." Nehaq narrowed his eyes and glanced at Aksh with a smirk.

It wasn't worth worrying about, but a baron could afford to pay half a million dinars, which really surprised him.

Aksh smiled wryly and sighed softly.

"I'll tell you the truth, this is already all my master's belongings, but if I can't come back safely, no matter how much money I have, it's useless...... Isn't it? ”

"Huh."

Nehak laughed, not taking his words seriously, but just taking the box.

"Indeed, Isel, I remember your master's name. That's right...... How do you get back to Tiandu from here? ”

Akesh said hurriedly.

"Don't worry, we won't let you go on the road alone, we have already arranged a ship at the port. It will take you safely to the port of Sailing, which is the territory of the Willants, where we have arranged for a carriage to take you to Tiandu. ”

Hearing this, Nehaq finally relaxed all his worries and anxieties, and nodded contentedly.

"He's a man who can get things done."

With a smile on his face, Aksh said politely.

"It's good if you're satisfied."

At the same time, in the port of Kingallen, a cargo ship flying a white bear flag is moored next to the wharf.

The cargo ship's hold was filled with canned herring and distilled spirits produced in the port of Golden Gallen.

Both of these things were the favorites of the middle and lower rank officers of the Legion, as well as the rank and file soldiers.

Although the distilled spirits produced in the port of Golden Gallen are not as good as those produced in Dawning City in terms of craftsmanship, flavor and style, most of the equipment used in the distilleries here is eliminated from Dawning City and Dawn City, so there is not much difference.

Now that the e-pass has been open for a while, going to the legion's territory is no longer a terrible thing, as long as you don't get dead and run around.

Tail planned to go to the "Westport" controlled by the legion to have a look, and Sesame Paste and Meat were also curious about what it looked like there, and Sisi didn't care where he went, so the three of them hit it off and determined the destination of the next voyage.

The flesh with his arm on the mast yawned and muttered boredly.

"When are we going to go?"

Standing on the deck, Si Si glanced at the list in his hand, rubbing his index finger against his chin.

"And one more guest...... Well, I'm just now realizing that this guy seems to be an acquaintance of ours. ”

Nihac.

The person who has the same name as this guy, this port should not exist.

Thinking of this, Sisi's expression gradually became subtle.

"Oh! Is it the guy who sells furs! Tail leaned over curiously.

"The guy who sells furs? That's not the case...... Anyway, why do you remember that person, I almost forgot his name. Sisi said helplessly.

With a teasing expression, Tail smirked wickedly and poked her waist with his index finger.

"Worthy of Si, ruthless woman!"

Rou looked at it with a surprised expression, and Sesame Paste also raised his cat ears curiously.

"What's the situation?"

"Isn't it when we don't know...... What other stories are happening? ”

Looking at those gossipy eyes, Sisi said with a smile: "What the hell...... Originally, I had only met a few faces. ”

Having said that, they really met a lot of interesting guys during this journey.

From the town of Red River to oases and castles in the desert, to the bays of the desert and the tropical Baiyue Strait, and the remote port of Kingalen.

If it weren't for the sesame paste sentence "I want to travel" and the tail sentence "sounds interesting", I might not have gone so far, but like most ordinary players, I would experience the game according to the planned and designed game progression.

But then again, it's because she's met so many interesting guys that she feels more and more like NPCs and more like real people.

What's going on in this world?

She thought about this question more than once, and even tried to ask the dog in a private message, but she didn't get an answer.

Perhaps the answer is placed at the end of the journey, and only those who have cleared the level will know......

While a few of his best friends were laughing and teasing, Governor Nehak, carrying suitcases, arrived at the docks with Aksh's greetings.

Standing on the dock, he looked up to the deck and saw the white bear with his mouth in hand.

He was stunned, and the unpleasant memories of a few months ago flooded into his mind in an instant, and horror gradually appeared on his face.

Not wanting the subordinates behind him to see the cowardice in his eyes, he pretended to be calm and coughed, and said hurriedly in a low voice.

"Why are there bears up there? Can you change ships? ”

Akesh was stunned for a moment, and said with a sad face.

"My lord, no problem...... But this is the only ship that has recently made its way to Saifan Harbor from here. The crossing of the Yongliu River is still under blockade, and the port of Xifan is not completely open to the port of Jingalen, only the merchant ships of the alliance and the legion are not affected, if you want to go back as soon as possible, you can only be wronged. ”

In fact, there were other ships, and they only had to wait for two days, but he really didn't dare to wait.

If General Babita's battle report is sent to Tiandu first, his lord's 500,000 dinars will be spent in vain.

After all, since ancient times, emperors have not admitted their mistakes, and once they are qualified, no matter how they operate, it will be in vain.

Hearing that this was the only ship, Nehak cursed in his heart, and he could only stubbornly walk towards the deck.

Take the Union ship home......

It's really eight lifetimes of mold!

Standing next to the gangway, a crew member walked up to him and checked his identity with a passenger list.

"Mr. Nehak, is it? Please come with me...... Wait, you're Nehak? The crew's eyes widened in surprise and looked him up and down.

Nehak grimaced and glared back viciously.

"Any questions?"

"No...... I just think you're a lot fatter than you were a few months ago. The crew member gave him a strange look, then looked back before the latter got angry, and made a gesture of please, "Your room is at the end of the corridor on the right-hand side of the deck on the B1, please come with me." ”

As the last passenger boarded the ship, the Meat blew its whistle and slowly sailed away from the dock.

At this moment, the vast majority of the inhabitants of the port of Kinggallen did not even know that their governor had left the prison and rolled out of the port in ashes.

But even if they knew, they probably wouldn't care, and at most they would have looked at the guy's jokes.

In just a few months, they created a miracle that had not been born in this land for 200 years. In their hearts, they have both gratitude for the alliance and a trace of pride that they have never felt before.

Although there are still some down-and-out nobles and old guards who are nostalgic for the old days of dignity and order, even they have to admit that life is indeed a little better now than before.

It would be perfect if you could combine the two. For example, only use the technology of the alliance, and don't talk about any messy equality.

In fact, those machines are not so difficult to operate, and there are not necessarily more ways to do it than farming, and slaves may not be able to do it well, maybe they can do it faster and better.

But they can only think about it.

At least here, it is up to them how to come, and those "inferior people" who stand up are about to regard the "iron man" as a god on the earth......

At the same time that Nehak was carrying his suitcase and getting out, a telegram from the office of the Governor of Port Fries also arrived in Chu Guang's hands at the same time.

Although the Imperial Governor named Nehak is an inconsequential minor role for Mr. Administrator, who is concerned about the situation in the entire wasteland, this "Empire" is also a member of the slime research community.

In the sky above the Waifu Wasteland, aboard the Iron Heart.

After reading the report from the French Fries Port, Chu Guang had a phone call with the foreign minister of the alliance and instructed concisely.

"Let the Daily Survivor get the news out there, and without much fanfare, just put it in the middle or at the end of the page and say, 'Governor Nehaq has gone home.'" Also, the Duke of Galava can contact them again and give them a step. ”

The corps sent 10 more divisions to the front, and academies and enterprises also stepped up reinforcements to the front.

He had a hunch that when the old bombs were defused, he was afraid that new powder kegs would come out again.

The Cohesive needs to be united, not to disperse the fire after the battle, he has to eliminate all possible hidden dangers that could ignite the powder keg.

After all, the Empire is a guy who doesn't play by the rules, and the Legion ranks are factional and opportunistic.

And this is the real reason why he deliberately instructed Baiyue Company to restrain in the affairs of the Borneo Province.

Noting down the manager's instructions, Cheng Yan nodded seriously.

"Yes, sir."

Looking at the turned off holographic screen, Chu Guang leaned back in his chair and set his eyes on the lifeless gray mist outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The vanguard of the coalition forces is entering Haiya Province.

And according to their feedback, the situation there can be described as hell......

(End of chapter)