Blue gophers made ......

Surprises were written on Yarman's face.

Maybe because the people he knew about the Vault were pretty good, he couldn't believe that there were demons with extreme positions among those benevolent people.

Of course, he was only surprised for a moment, and he was quickly relieved.

After all, don't talk about others, sitting in this tavern, isn't he out of place with the surroundings?

“…… I've heard rumor that the first Brahminas were actually a remnant of the Middle World, and their genes weren't much different from the other survivors of the wasteland. ”

The vast majority of Brahmanas are able to recognize each other as their compatriots at a glance and determine which ethnic group they belong to based on their surnames.

However, outsiders do not recognize the difference between them at all, unless they are in constant contact with the Brahmanas.

This phenomenon is especially common on the Death Coast, where the inhabitants of the provinces of Lok Ka and Borneo are largely unchanged in appearance, apart from cultural and religious barriers.

Kuruan grinned.

"I've heard of it, but so what? We are not the remnants of the Middle World, we are their conquerors, so the virus will not affect us in any way, and it will not hurt us to clean up some of the garbage......"

There were too many indigenous people in the colonies, and the technology of the Age of Prosperity allowed some people who shouldn't have survived to survive.

Take Blackwater Alley, for example.

It is a breeding ground for plague and corruption.

However, it is undeniable that the prosperity of Eternal Night Harbor is also due to the people there.

If it weren't for their hard work and exploitation, how could the Willantes live in a big house?

A good life cannot fall from the sky.

Kuruan was silent for a moment, took a sip of beer, and said with some ambivalence.

"Actually, it's not good, I've never been in favor of winning that way, it's our tradition to fight with dignity, and it's an honor to die before we get old...... But it's all a game for the big guys, and you and I can't change anything even if we feel wrong. ”

Yarman fell silent for a moment.

He was most touched by this, and even if he moved his home next to the Governor, it would not change that he was just an insignificant pawn.

When disaster strikes, he can do nothing but pray to the gods.

Reluctant to talk more on the topic of "dead agents", Kuruan quickly shifted the conversation elsewhere.

The two people sitting at the bar drank bottle after bottle and chatted for a long time unconsciously.

Kuruan later told many stories about the front line, from the meat grinder in Ridpur County to the three bloody battles at the bend.

And these stories and what is written in the "Southern Army Victory" are like two completely unrelated worlds.

What made Yarman particularly emotional was that the rat people with bandages on their heads had actually transformed into "jungle rats" that made the front-line troops feel extremely troublesome.

Sure enough, gold shines everywhere.

It's not just Yarman who is emotional.

Hearing that he actually had a relationship with Isher, Kuruan's face also showed an expression of amazement.

"...... You actually know that guy? I've heard that he has made Captain Auletwan suffer in the three northern states of Borneo! ”

Captain Auletwan and his men had been stationed in Eternal Night Harbor before, and they were considered local celebrities, and their prestige terrified the mutant tribes of the Great Desert.

Yarman was certainly no stranger to the name, and was even more surprised that Isher could be compared to the general.

Facing Kuruan's surprised eyes, Yarman coughed lightly and said humbly.

"Just a nod of the head...... My wife knew him well, and it was thanks to his help that my family was able to take care of it. ”

Kuru moved in peace, suddenly lowered his voice, and continued with a mysterious expression.

"Speaking of which, you know a lot of Brahmans, right?"

Yarman was stunned, and saw a trace of unusual eagerness in his eyes, and he couldn't help but be a little alert in his heart.

"What's wrong?"

Kuruan smiled mysteriously, took a thumb-sized bottle from his bosom, and gently placed it on the table.

Inside the bottle were clusters of crystal clear dark green crystals, like debris scraped off the surface of the crystal.

Seeing the thumb-sized bottle, Yarman was stunned.

“…… This is? ”

"Purified crystals of snake grass...... As for snake grass, it is a specialty of Borneo, or rather of Snake State. ”

Kuruan lowered his voice and continued in a very light tone.

"To put it simply, it can help you get rid of the troubles of the world for a while...... Like cigarettes and alcohol, do you want to try it? ”

The voice was like a whisper of the devil.

Looking at the deadly poison, Yarman's Adam's apple moved, and his index finger gently pushed it away.

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as cigarettes and alcohol."

Kuruan smiled faintly and continued.

"It's true that it's more hallucinogenic than cigarettes and alcohol, and you can indulge in it if you're not careful, but other than that, it doesn't have any side effects. The warlords of Borneo Province planted it for military expenses, and the Logistics Department mixed it with other medicines to make a tranquilizer to treat the wounded soldiers' mental wounds, such as the stress response to the sound of explosions...... And then take money from military spending. ”

Yarman was surprised.

"How can the warlords of Borneo Province do business with the logistics department?!"

Kuruan said softly.

"Of course they don't do direct takeaways, but some of the local gangs are happy to be middlemen, such as rats, blood lions, and other messy things. A little leakage of oil and water was enough for them to eat. ”

At this point, Kuruan paused for a moment, glanced left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, before continuing in a soft voice.

"The front line is responsible for the creation of the wounded, and the logistics department makes money from them...... Although the money did not have to be paid by the wounded themselves, it was ultimately paid for by the taxes paid by the Wilantes. Soon someone saw the business opportunity, bought the magical little pills from the hands of the wounded, and then purified the active ingredients in them, made them into more powerful things, and sold them to those in need. ”

Yarman stared at him with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy? This thing—"

"Hehe, don't get me wrong, I'm not a good deal, I'm a buyer at best," Kuruan said with a smile as he raised his hands, "but after all I said, didn't you see the opportunity?" ”

Without waiting for Yarman to speak, Kuruan lowered his voice and continued.

"Snake grass only grows in Snake State, and the Great Desert does not have the conditions to allow it to grow. If you can get through the relationship with the warlords in Borneo, we can bypass the logistics office and the gangs in Saifan Harbor and get a lot of snake grass directly, instead of purifying the crystals through those small pills-"

"I've never heard of such a thing, and I'm not interested in this kind of business."

Before Kuruan could finish his sentence, Yarman suddenly stood up from his stool and interrupted him in the middle of his sentence.

"Sorry...... It may be a lucrative business, but it's too risky. ”

Kuruan looked at him in astonishment, not understanding what kind of nerves this guy was having

"Risk? My friend, I have a relationship between customs and the dock, and you are helping the logistics department to transport the wounded...... What are the risks when we work together? ”

Yarman couldn't help but ask.

"Do you remember being a centurion?"

"Centurion......" Kuruan smiled sarcastically, "I was still a centurion, I didn't expect anyone to remember." ”

"I remember, and I'm sure many people remember, that you shed blood for the Willantes, so please don't give up on yourself."

Yarman put his hand on his shoulder and shook it vigorously, then left the wine money on the table.

"I was going to talk to you about another deal, and although it wasn't as profitable as you said, at least it wouldn't hurt our countrymen...... Sorry again, I can't be involved in your deal, and we haven't seen it tonight. ”

His Adam's apple moved, and he continued.

"But if you change your mind, you're always welcome to join us."

With these words, he removed his hand from Kuruan's body and turned and walked out of the tavern.

Kuruan stared intently at Yarman's back.

There was a flash of struggle in his eyes, but it was only a fleeting moment.

He had given enough to the Legion that he almost died on the front line.

Since he was a centurion, he could still live in the customs, while his comrades could only return home with a body of shame and scars.

If it was all about loyalty, he wasn't fighting for money in the first place.

But when he returned to Xifan Harbor, he had to constantly endure the cynicism of his compatriots and the tearing of reality by lies.

He didn't get the honor he craved.

Together with his 340,000th squad, he became a disgrace to the Willantes, ridiculed as a negative teaching material by fools who didn't understand anything.

You have to choose one over the faith, the bread.

If the former no longer exists, then he at least has to make a little more money to fill the hole in his heart.

Taking a sip of an ice-cold beer, Kuruan pushed the boredom out of his mind.

At this time, a man in formal clothes sat next to him and handed him a box of cigarettes.

"How's it going?"

Glancing at the man sitting next to him, Kuruan replied in a hoarse voice.

"He refused."

"Really?"

Tony sighed and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"It's expected, but it's a bit regrettable...... If we could use those big ships, we could do much more. ”

Kuruan glanced at him.

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

Lighting a cigarette for himself, Tony said lightly.

"I inquired about his details, that guy is a member of the Silver Moon Sect, and most people with faith are more difficult to deal with."

Kuruan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with an unkind expression.

"Are you questioning my faith?"

Tony was stunned, not knowing why this guy had suddenly become so sensitive, but he still smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"This ...... Who needs to be suspicious? Don't talk nonsense friends, let's continue to talk about business. Listen, I've found a new partner here. ”

Kuruan asked with a deep sigh.

"Is that guy reliable?"

"One hundred percent reliable, the warlords of the Borneo province of Snake are their own people." Tony said with a fluttering eyebrow, beckoning to the door, and motioning for the young man standing in the corridor to come over, "I've already brought the person, I'll introduce you." ”

Kuruan followed his gaze and glanced at the young man.

The guy was a Brahman, but he wasn't very typical.

Most of the Brahminas subconsciously use their eyes to find the tips of his shoes when they make eye contact with him, but this guy looks at him with neither humility nor arrogance.

"Meta, Blue Family," Tony patted the lad on the shoulder and grinned at Kuruan, "they've built a large field in the northwest of Snake State, and they've built a fishing port. ”

The young man named Meta nodded stiffly and said politely to Kuruan.

"Hello, Mr. Kuruan, I have heard of your prestige."

Kuruan grinned, thinking it was funny to hear this from the mouth of the Brahman.

Regardless of his prestige, even if there was such a thing, it would have to be made of the heads of the Brahmins.

"What the hell is the Blue Family?" Looking at Tony, Kuruan said unceremoniously, "Is this thing reliable?" ”

Tony squeezed his eyebrows at him and said with a bright smile.

"Don't care, that's just their level, according to the order of white, green, yellow, blue, purple and gold, the level of the blue family is not low. You can think of them as a special kind of religion. ”

As he spoke, Tony put his arm around Mehta's shoulders again.

"Don't worry about it, the Willantes have this temper, they always say whatever they want."

Meta had a nonchalant expression, but Kuruan raised the corners of her mouth with interest.

"I thought people with faith were more difficult to do."

Tony was about to explain, when Meta, who had been silent, suddenly said solemnly.

"The family will need funds to get rid of financial difficulties, Mr. Zeid said, this is a necessary evil for a higher cause, a temporary regression, a dialectical distinction between the fierce medicine of the old era, the contradiction between primary and secondary, even if it is planted, it is reasonable."

What's more, it's for you to draw.

Meta sneered in her heart, but she hid it in her heart along with the sneer.

His boss told him not to have the same knowledge as the Willants, just try to make their money, use their money to buy their guns, and then use their guns to shoot their people.

Before coming here, he had been mentally prepared, but he still couldn't resist the disgust for the Willantes in his heart.

After all, before he was a family member, he was first and foremost a Borneo.

Kuruan chuckled, indifferent to the young man's fart, and turned to look at Tony with a helpless expression.

"How to trade?"

Seeing that the most difficult Willant finally stopped finding fault, Tony breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly continued.

"Quite simply, with those speedboats that transport weapons! We bought some people, and when they returned to the city, they would make a detour along the southwest coast of Borneo province, passing through the fishing villages of Snake State. We'll hide the cargo on the ship and then dock at your side for customs. As for sales, my Iron Hand Gang will take care of it. ”

Kuruan nodded.

That's a good idea.

They were not strict about the empty ships, not to mention the ships that transported supplies to the front line.

After explaining the shipping process, Tony looked at Mehta, who continued with his words.

"We have as much as you need for the goods, but we only accept the dinar trade, and we need to procure some supplies to send to the Snake State."

Kuruan chuckled.

"What are you doing there?"

Meta's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You really want to know?"

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was tense again, Tony hurriedly stepped forward to play the round.

"Okay, okay, don't ask so much, and people buy things for the civil war...... It's none of your business. ”

With that, he squeezed a glance at Meta.

Although the latter was reluctant, he still stiffened his neck and nodded, and accepted the explanation.

Kuruan sneered and didn't demolish the guy.

"That's what I'll do."

Even if the weapons of the Willantes appeared on the front line, it would not be a big deal.

Half of the Borneo army has not been replaced by the corps-standard equipment, so the alliance has to help the Borneo build an additional ammunition production line to produce the ammunition needed for the legion-type weapons.

No one would have found out about him at all.

Besides, he only did the work of turning a blind eye, and the real deal would not go through his hands at all.

All the dirty work is Blackwater Alley.

After a pause, Kuruan raised three fingers.

"I'm going to take 30 percent of your sales, 30 percent of your sales."

Tony had a pained look on his face, but eventually nodded.

"No problem......"

This job can't be avoided by the Willant, even if it is to sell the goods to more places in the future, he has to find a way to pull this guy into the water.

Kuruan nodded, beckoned to the bartender who had avoided the bar at some point, motioned for him to come over, and patted Tony on the shoulder, who was sitting next to him.

"He pays."

After that, he would arrange for a few comrades to keep an eye on him.

As the war continues, the support of the Southern Corps will definitely be affected.

Besides, that little money is not enough for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives, and he, the old boss, has to think of a way for them.

With a final sentence, Kuruan grabbed the money that Yarman had left at the bar and slipped it into his pocket, limping out of the tavern.

……

Just as the leader of the Iron Hand Gang was pulling the blue family to drink, the corner of Blackwater Lane also ushered in a hurried and unfamiliar footsteps.

A man with a scarf around his neck hurried into a small alley.

His name was Andrew, and he was a well-born Willant who worked as a caretaker at Katnod Prison.

In addition, he has another identity, and that is that of a disciple of the Enlightenment.

It is worth mentioning that although the Enlightenment only nominally recruits shelter residents, the shelter residents themselves are not a very high threshold thing, and you can just find a shelter with less stringent rules to register.

It is precisely for this reason that while spreading the belief in the end of the world, the Enlightenment will also add in passing - as long as you become a disciple of the Enlightenment, you will be able to live in the ark of refuge on the day the world reopens.

And this is the "handle" of the so-called "torch".

However, Andrew's reason for joining the Enlightenment was not because of any doomsday prophecy, but purely because the Enlightenment gave him a lot of benefits.

For example, they gave him a fair-skinned, beautiful, gentle, pure-blooded Wilante wife.

Katnod Prison looks majestic from the outside, but being a guard inside is not a pleasant job, especially since this prison is full of poor people.

In the Southern Legion, only the unruly ones are assigned here.

And a Willant like him, who lives at the bottom of society, old, ugly and poor, selling his noble blood and inferior natives to marry "each according to his needs" is almost the only option.

After all, he can't go to the battlefield and fight for a medal like those young lads do.

He doesn't have a chance at his age.

And he was a coward himself, and what little courage he had was spent fantasizing about the power and omnipotence of the Willant bloodline.

He didn't dare to go to war before, let alone now. And aside from the material conditions, his spirit is also lackluster, and there is nothing interesting about it.

It is precisely for this reason that he is grateful for the gifts of the Enlightenment - the marriage and family they have given him are things that he will not be able to obtain even if he continues on the normal trajectory of life.

Even if the other party told him very frankly that his wife was a clone, in addition to having the common sense of self-care, she was an empty shell without a soul.

However, Andrew didn't care about that thing in the first place, so it was better to say that it was just right.

Anyway, the mark of the clone will not be inherited, and a doll that is obedient to the parents also saves the parents the trouble of short-term trouble, and can show the "majesty" of what he says.

The ideas of the Enlightenment and his ideas coincide in a distorted dimension, with only a small "small difference".

The Enlightenment wanted to create an elite world made up entirely of Vault dwellers, and his ideal elite world was made up entirely of Willants.

With similar ideals, it's no wonder they came together.

In fact, there are quite a few Willantes who have had a similar experience to Andrew in Eternal Night Harbor.

They are scattered in all walks of life, especially those that are not recognized by mainstream society, but are indispensable "lowly jobs".

Clones produced from assembly lines, although their social attributes are much lower than those of populations naturally generated from social activities, and they cannot perform overly complex tasks, they can infiltrate the society of the Southern Legion in a parasite-like manner.

This infiltration program is in parallel with other programs they are underway.

They have been consciously infiltrating the society of the Southern Legion since a long time ago.

Like a nematode that captures a praying mantis.

And all this happened quietly......

Stopping in front of a secluded house, Andrew glanced quietly to the side to make sure no one was following him, before reaching out his knuckles and knocking lightly on the door.

After about half a minute, there was a noise behind the door, but it didn't open.

Andrew pressed his face to the crack in the door and said in a hoarse voice.

"Katnod Prison...... Thirty-one prisoners had recently entered, and they were Vault dwellers and members of the Alliance. ”

After a pause, he continued.

"Our warden says they're spies for the Alliance, but I've always felt like no such stupid spies, or rather...... These drunkards don't mean to drink, they have other purposes. ”

"I ventured into some details of the interrogation, and one of them mentioned us at the end and said he wanted to join us......"

There was a palpable commotion behind the door, followed by a hoarse voice like a viper spitting out a letter through the crack in the door.

"To whom did he say that?"

"To his interrogators, the fool who interrogated him even agreed to him."

When he said this, Andrew's voice was tinged with annoyance and confusion.

“…… Herein lies the problem, the guard who came from the garrison is not our one at all! I told him several times and he didn't even notice me! ”

There was a long silence behind the door.

“…… It's a bit of a mess, I'll have to take care of it, and you'll see me again this time tomorrow. ”

It stands to reason that the Southern Legion should not be aware of their existence.

The signs of anomality bewildered him, so much so that he wasn't even sure if this weird drama had anything to do with them...... Even if nominally they seem to be standing in the center of the stage.

In any case, it was not a good idea to alert the Southern Legion at this time, they would have to muddy the waters before they could fish in troubled waters.

Before making the next move, he needs to ask his superiors for instructions.

Hearing the sound in the door, Andrew nodded hurriedly.

Blackwater Alley wasn't a good place, and he wouldn't want to stay here for a second if he could.

"Okay...... Then I'll go first. ”

With these words in mind, he turned and hurried back into the street, returning in a straight line to the nearest bazaar.

However, he didn't notice that a pair of eyes were on his back the whole time.

From the moment he entered Blackwater Alley.

"The Enlightenment will ...... It turns out that there really is such a thing. ”

Playing with the dagger in his hand, Morse standing in the shadows muttered to himself thoughtfully, and a nervous smile suddenly twitched on his face.

After living in Blackwater Lane for so many years, it was the first time he felt so strange at his doorstep.

I didn't expect a small person like myself to be lucky enough to participate in the game of those big people...... Even if it's just a glance from afar.

Morse felt the cells in his body grow uncontrollably excited.

His name and his Hyena Gang will become a legend in the entire Blackwater Alley!

Don't say anything about Tony at that time, even the boss behind him will have to lick the soles of his shoes!

At this moment, York, who was standing next to him, the strong man with a scar on his chest, was nervous.

One moment the Union, the next the Legion.

He always felt that it was going to be a big problem......