What a bunch of orcs!

Ever since he moved into the room in the embassy district, John Davis's stomach for White Rock has never stopped.

A month earlier, the steamer had brought with it an Englishman's newspaper which had called Lorchen-Loach a 'half-orc'. Later, I don't know how, but the name 'orc' became the name of all Indians.

John Davis thinks it's a fitting title!

There was a stench of sheepfolds in the air, and Davis had people come in to clean it three times, and he had sprayed a bottle of perfume bought from Philadelphia, but the smell still couldn't get rid of it.

"Steve, tomorrow you go around White Rock City and record the situation in their city!" John Davis commanded.

"Okay, I'll go!" Steve Palmer covered his nose, which was already a little red.

"Look at the more civilized Indians, and you write them down. But don't make any moves, leave professional things to professional people! ”

"I see! Davis, you've given me a huge task, and I doubt I'll survive after I've gone out for a spin! Steve said.

"Is there any danger?"

"No, not the kind of danger you say! We are the envoys of the Federation, and they dare not do anything to me, but to be on the safe side, I will ask them to send more men to protect me. But this damn air, this street with cow and sheep manure flowing everywhere, and those sculptures with teeth and claws - Davis, you know, this TM is a terrible torture, it's as disgusting as forcing me to go to a brother Ni! ”

"But I'm going to F, the leader of a half-orc!" Davis said.

"Silent tribute to you, Davis!"

It was already 11 o'clock in the night, and neither of them felt the slightest sleep.

On this trip to White Rock City, the two of them were never welcomed from the beginning.

John Davis remembers two years ago when he was doing business on the other side of the Pacific, as soon as he got off the boat, a group of yellow-skinned men in braids dressed in long-distance running would greet him, all of them were either the platform or the governor, Davis couldn't tell the difference between these official positions, but it was clear that the people there respected him very much.

But what about here?

Not to mention the maid who warms her feet, she doesn't even have a stove.

There was a quilt on the bed, but neither Davis nor Steve touched it. They would rather sleep in their clothes than be infected with Indian lice.

There was an eight-colored flag on the table, and Davis used it as a rag to wipe his boots, which was too small to be cleaned.

But that's the only way it can be, the Indians are at this level!

For the sake of the Federation, and for the sake of the trip to the Far East in the second half of the year, John Davis still had to endure it.

……

But I endured this for three days.

During these three days, not only did Steve not go to the streets of White Rock City, but Davis did not meet any officials in White Rock City.

Previously, both of them said in horror that one was going to F Brother Ni and the other was going to F Half-Orc Leader, but now, both of them were looking forward to the stars and the moon and waiting to be F!

The only one who was obedient to them was the Indian named Soya, who, except for the first day was not very enthusiastic about them, almost all of them were responsive in the following days - although the response was basically "I need to report to my boss", but it was also a response, wasn't it?

By the morning of the fourth day, Davis had decided that he was going to use some extraordinary tactics.

While Soya was pouring them boiling water, Davis gave Steve a look.

So Steve took off his handkerchief and coughed.

"Dear Soya, the weather is nice today, huh?" Steve said with a smile.

Soya gave him a strange look. "Yes, nice weather, Mr. Steve!"

"Alas!" "It's a good time to make a pot of coffee, light a cigar, sit on the balcony of an apartment building, and read a copy of Franklin's autobiography," says Steve. Benjamin Franklin, you've heard of it, huh? ”

"Yes, I've heard of it." Soya replied.

"Really? Wow, you're amazing! Steve was exaggeratedly surprised: "It's rare to see such a learned person among the Indians!" ”

"You've won the prize, Mr. Steve! Your coffee! Soya said.

Steve took the piping hot coffee cup, "You act like a white man, dear Soya!" ”

"I'm a diplomat, but I'm not good at eloquence," Soya said, "but I'm an Indian, not a white man." ”

"You can learn, it's okay!" Steve encouraged him, "Since you have heard of Mr. Franklin, you must have heard of our natural human rights, the sanctity of property, liberty, and the law. What do you think of them? ”

"I'm just a diplomat, I don't have an opinion." Soya said.

"Why? How can one not have an opinion? Steve said, "Is someone forcing you?" Did you get something ...... Threat? ”

"No, no one forced me." Soya skillfully made Davis a cup of coffee as well.

"Oh, I see!" Steve stuck behind Sawa like a kraft candy, "I know, I know......"

Soya didn't know what he had learned. But his job is to keep these two guys from making trouble and to calm their emotions. Now he should be doing his job pretty much the same.

"If nothing else, I'll leave first?" Soya asked.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Soya!" Davis stopped Soya at this point.

"Is there anything else you need?" Soya asked.

"I would venture to ask, what is your salary here?" Davis asked.

Soya hesitated, "$2 a month!" ”

"Oh my God!" Steve glanced at Davis in surprise and then turned to Soya, "You know what? A knowledgeable, intelligent and capable person like you can earn at least $100 a month in Washington! ”

Although she had been prepared for a long time, Soya was still surprised by this number.

$100!

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs in White Rock has a budget of only $100 a month, of which $80 is paid to scalps as far away as Europe.

As for Soya herself...... His older brother opened a grocery store and used the income from the grocery store to subsidize his work.

This is the current state of White Rock City.

Soya had tried his best to pay himself a high salary, but poverty limited his imagination.

"Mr. Soya, are you interested in working for us?" Davis said. "I can guarantee that you will be like a real American, and in addition to your $100 a month salary, you will have Atlantic Insurance Company's high health insurance! More importantly, equality and freedom! ”

"That's right, Mr. Soya! Equality and freedom, with it, you don't have to be afraid of anything anymore! Steve followed.