This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 683: From one person’s tavern to Yiren’s tavern

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Wilrant camp.

The tent in the center of the camp.

Captain Benoit, who was sitting in front of the long table, frowned while looking at the "Daily Survivor" in his hand, and muttered something in a low voice after pondering for a long time.

"What tricks are these blue gophers playing again..."

Since coming to Dawn City, "Daily Survivor" has become his must-read newspaper every day.

Especially when he discovered that all the information that he had to ask around to obtain was clearly written on those pages, he changed the first thing he did after getting up every day from brushing his teeth to reading a book. Report.

Recently, he has been paying attention to the situation in French Fries Port. "Daily Survivor" will update several photos on it every three or five days. He almost watched the port transform from a bare land with nothing to what it is today. A decent little fishing village.

To be honest, if you put these photos together, they look quite shocking.

Although the legion often helped the aborigines build camps, neither the beauty nor the comfort could compare to what those blue gophers achieved in less than half a month.

Now, this village can no longer be considered small, especially with the new batch of immigrants moving in, this small fishing village seems to have a population of a thousand.

Placing it anywhere in the wasteland can be regarded as a large settlement for survivors.

But it was precisely because of this that Benoit became a little wary of this.

The minimum attendance threshold for the recent Sticky Community meeting was 1,000 people.

As long as it reaches 1,000 people, a survivor colony can participate in voting on the affairs of its province and influence the voting results of the province in the conference agenda.

The number of votes in different provinces is different, and some special provinces will even be counted separately, but there is still a minimum of one basic vote.

As we all know, aliens cannot vote. As the only settlement in Baiyue Province, Friesport will exclusively hold a precious vote that "represents the resolution of all survivors in Baiyue Province."

And this will also make the situation of the Legion, which already has few allies, even worse at the Community Conference.

Realizing this, Benoit couldn't help but clenched his fists. There is no doubt that this is Chi Guoguo's cheating!

He spent a lot of effort and fought against all opinions to bring the Xilan Empire into the Nian Community, and then he got the votes of the Borneo Province for the legion.

If the alliance intends to use this method of stealing women to gain votes for itself, he will not agree to anything!

"We have to find a way to close this loophole..."

Just when Benoit was lost in thought, footsteps suddenly came from outside the tent.

A guard rang the doorbell, opened the door curtain and walked in, bowing to report.

"My lord, the envoy from the Xilan Empire wants to see you." Benoit said impatiently.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

The guard nodded and exited the door.

After a while, the iconic two-stroke goatee came across the door curtain with a strong smell of spices.

His face was filled with a warm smile, and the beard under his nose was trembling.

"Dear Captain Benoit, I'm sorry to bother you at this time, but you had already gone out when I came here yesterday, so I had to come earlier."

Yesterday?

Bennot remembered having a meal with the Foreign Minister of the Free State. He was indeed not in the camp, and it was normal not to see him.

But then again, couldn't this guy make an appointment before every visit?

"It's okay, my friend, Mr. Duke, you are welcome to come and visit us at any time." Benoit touched his nose with a confused smile on his face, "Then what's going on today?" Brought you here?"

He is not very good at being polite. After all, the Legion never needs to make compromises with anyone.

If it weren't for the ongoing slime mold research community negotiations, he wouldn't bother to deal with this poser.

But what a coincidence,

The Duke was as unprofessional as he was. Instead of seeing through the perfunctoriness in his lame smile, he mistook his greeting as a sign of goodwill from the legion.

No wonder.

Most people in Borneo, especially the nobles, look at the Velant people with a very dark filter, and this filter is enough to block all unfriendly interpretations.

Seeing the spring-like smile on the face of the Ten Thousand Lords, Duke Galava was moved, as if he had found a soulmate.

Without hesitation, after hearing Benoit's inquiry, he immediately made an expression of indignation and poured bitter water.

"I don't want to bother you with such a trivial matter, but the alliance is really bullying! I have never seen such a shameless guy. They don't even admit what is clearly written in the newspaper, and they pretend to be deaf and dumb. It's none of your business...what's the difference between this and a robber!"

Does this need to be said?

Bennott has no objection to this.

The Heart of Steel is floating in the sky on the outskirts of Dawn City. There is no better proof of the shamelessness of these guys than this. He asked for it from the Alliance more than once, but those people had no intention of returning it and even showed it off as a trophy.

"Indeed," Benoit nodded with deep understanding, and couldn't help but curse, "Those uneducated barbarians don't know what politeness and humility are at all... Then, I friends, what exactly did they do to you?"

Duke Galava clenched his fists in anger.

"They took in the Yue people!"

"...Yue, a member of the Yue tribe?" Benoit was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously, "What is that?"

In his knowledge, there are only Wilante and others in the world, plus at most an unintelligent clone that grows eight times faster.

What are the people of the Moon Tribe?

Survivors on the moon?

Understanding the confusion on Captain Benoit’s face, Duke Galawa patiently explained.

"The Yue people are the sinners of the Xilan Empire. The moon **** they believed in conspired to kill the sun-carrying sacred cow in the prophecy of our prophet, and let the scorching sun fall to the end of the Everliu River. From now on, light will be in the land of Borneo Province. They all owe sins in the next life and must use their suffering in this life to repay. Only in this way can they enter reincarnation with a new identity in the next life."

"You should have seen those people. Most of the slaves sold from Borneo to the west coast are Yue people..."

I was confused in the first half of the story, but it wasn’t until I heard the rest that Benoit suddenly realized it, as if he was waking up from a dream.

It turned out to be those guys.

He has seen slaves with thin noses, and even raised two of them in his manor.

Although the frame is smaller than that of the Valante, and the figure is also much inferior, it has a unique flavor when driving...

"Mr. Bennot?"

Seeing that Benoit seemed to be distracted, Duke Galava gave a friendly reminder.

Immediately realizing the gaffe on his expression, Benoit quickly recovered from his distraction, coughed and said.

"So...they stole your slaves? What a bunch of unreasonable bastards!"

"Yes! These unreasonable bastards!"

Duke Galava looked at him with bright eyes, clenched his fists, and continued speaking indignantly.

"I must say that these guys who call themselves the Alliance are simply a cancer on this planet. They are robbing everywhere and doing all kinds of evil, but they shamelessly call on the survivors to unite... They cannot be allowed to continue to cause trouble. We must join forces to do something! Eradicate this cancer once and for all!"

Originally, the expression on Benoit's face was quite cheerful, but when he heard the last sentence, he almost choked to death on his own spit.

Some things can be said behind closed doors, but it is no joke if you actually take action.

While he had no doubt that the Legion had the power to wipe the Alliance off the map, it was hard to say how the Academy and Corporation would react.

Except those things

Few of the lunatic expansionists are willing to fight a war with no benefits in sight, especially since this war may drag them into a bottomless abyss.

What's more, the marshal sent him here to seek cooperation, not to overturn the table.

Looking at the piercing Duke of Galawa, Captain Benoit, who was still on fire a second ago, suddenly felt that he should probably pour some cold water on this guy's head.

Don't let this guy get so carried away that he forgets his last name.

"Mr. Galawa, I admit that these blue jackets are undoubtedly a cancer on this planet. If they die suddenly one day, it will be an honor for all mankind... However, now is not the time. , before resolving secondary contradictions, we must first resolve the main contradiction."

Looking at the red-faced Duke of Jarawa who gradually turned into a daze, Benoit coughed lightly and said.

"...And aren't there just a few escaped slaves? If you don't do anything like them, just treat those slaves as lost."

In his impression, slaves in Borneo were very cheap, maybe only 1,000 dinars, or even less than 1,000.

Even if a thousand were stolen, it would only be one million dinars. What is this little money?

Seeing that Mr. Ten Thousand Captains obviously didn’t understand the point of the problem, Duke Galawa suddenly became anxious, his beard trembling up and down in excitement.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Bennot, it's not a matter of a few slaves! Those guys are embarrassing the empire! And if we don't let the escaped slaves be punished as they deserve, won't everyone be the same in the future? Go imitate them!"

Bennot looked at him dumbfounded and said.

"My friends...friends of the Duke, you are known as a thousand races and a thousand gods, so what if they are the same clan?"

Looking at Duke Galawa who still wanted to say something, he continued without stopping.

"Of course, the face you mentioned is indeed a problem. If the barrel of the gun is not straight, the waist will not be straight, but these are actually easy to handle. Isn't it because they lack respect for you because you are too weak... ...Please forgive me for speaking more bluntly, but you also know that those guys are robbers, and the nature of robbers is to take advantage of the weak and avoid the hard. If you want them to respect you, you must be tougher than them!"

When he heard this, Duke Galawa immediately became unhappy. Are you kidding me?

After all, the Xilan Empire is sitting on the territory of a province, and a mere alliance is cooperating with their competition?

"Mr. Bennot, are you kidding me? I admit that we are sometimes more restrained, but we are by no means weak, at least not comparable to an alliance with a bigger nose!"

Seeing Duke Galawa's unconvinced expression, Captain Benoit took hold of his shoulders and spoke earnestly.

"I know I admit that you are brave, but whether you believe it or not, it is the truth. But it is not your fault. After all, they have been supported by enterprises and colleges, and you have nothing. Put you together The comparison is actually unfair."

Looking at Duke Galawa, who still looked unhappy, Benoit suddenly changed the topic and continued.

"But it doesn't matter. In the past, you could only rely on yourselves. Now we are standing behind you, the legion! We can also give you the help that colleges and companies give them, and I believe that with our help, you It will not be very difficult to soon have the strength to be on par with the alliance."

Hearing these words, Duke Galawa's eyes suddenly lit up, and he held Benoit's hand excitedly.

"Thank you so much... My friends, it is really an honor for us that you are willing to stand with us! I can swear to the God of White Elephants that we will do our best to cooperate with you! Then... ....How are you going to help us?"

Seeing the grateful look of Duke Galawa, Benoit showed a happy smile on his face.

He had actually thought about this matter for a long time, but he never found the opportunity to bring it up.

And now, there is no doubt that this is the golden opportunity.

"We can introduce you to someone, someone from a good family

Captain Ten Thousands, his name is McClun. Unlike a civilian like me, that guy was a real officer, and he was the kind who came off the battlefield. ”

"More than that, that guy has issues with the Alliance just like you. He hates those blue gophers more than anyone else. As long as you have this idea, I can help you connect the dots and let him go as a military advisor. Borneo Province, we will help you build an iron army capable of fighting according to the standards of the legion! We can even donate to you some equipment that we cannot use for the time being!"

The eastward expansionists don’t need those equipment anyway.

It would be a good thing if those scraps of scrap metal could be put to use.

And Benoit can be sure that McClung will not refuse, and may even take the initiative to ask Ying to be an instructor in Borneo.

Duke Galawa was overjoyed when he heard this, and excitedly held Benoit's hand tightly.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Bennot smiled slightly and held his hand back.

"You're welcome, you are our important trading partner and our strategic partner. Your daughter, I like spices very much! May our friendship last forever!"

Duke Galava chuckled.

"May our friendship last forever! I will send some to your house in a while!"

After some courtesy, Benoit finally sent the troublesome guy away, turned around, took out a tissue from the table and wiped his hands in disgust. What bad luck.

He was a mighty captain of ten thousand men, yet he had to shake hands with a goat that appeared out of nowhere.

At this moment, a soft sigh came from behind, causing Benoit's neck to stiffen involuntarily, and then he turned around angrily, staring in the direction of the door with an unhappy expression.

"Even if you are a guard of His Majesty the Marshal...you should not eavesdrop on my conversation with the imperial envoy."

Standing at the door of the camp at some point, Quick looked at the displeased Benoit indifferently, not taking his emotions to heart at all.

As a Guardsman, he is only loyal to the Marshal and is only responsible to the Marshal. Regardless of his military rank, he does not need to bow to anyone.

"The eastward expansion faction has finally settled down. The marshal will not be satisfied with your approach."

Bennot's expression was a little stiff. Although he didn't want to explain nonsense, but thinking about the identity of the adjutant, he still spoke patiently.

"McCron is not a fool. He has been in the league for just half a year. He knows very well that those guys are not easy to mess with, and what things should be done and what should not be done. I think he has his own sense of proportion... We What we have to do is to arm our allies, not let them actually fight against the alliance. Don’t you want us to have more chips in our hands? Or are you willing to see us being led by the alliance?”

Quick asked in a calm tone.

"What if he doesn't have the right sense of proportion?" Benoit replied unceremoniously.

"Then let him come back. What can he do as an instructor? That idiot is not Griffin. He is a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing. He will go to sleep with a few girls in some emperor's harem, and he can also use it to control Boluo. Has the province been transformed?"

Hearing the name Griffin, Quick frowned slightly, his eyes a little complicated.

However, that complex emotion lasted only for a moment.

He stared at Benoit intently, with a hint of warning in his solemn tone.

"His Majesty the Marshal attaches great importance to this meeting. In any case, I hope you know this. Especially on issues related to the 'main contradiction', you'd better not mess up."

Facing those cloudy pupils, Benoit couldn't help but feel a trace of panic in his heart, although the panic quickly turned into annoyance.

Why should he be afraid of a captain?

"I will always be loyal to His Majesty the Marshal, and I don’t need you to remind me

Quick shrugged his shoulders and didn't make any comment. He just turned around and walked to the door.

However, just as he reached out to lift the door curtain and was about to leave the tent, he suddenly stopped and dropped a meaningful sentence.

"Everyone of you said so."

"I really hope you really think so." Benoit froze on the spot.

When he came to his senses, the adjutant named Quick had already left...

On the north shore of the Baiyue Strait, the prosperous Fries Port, where the gentle sea breeze blows the waves onto the beach, is divided into two halves by a pier that extends into the deep water.

In the sea not far from the dock, strength animals sitting on small wooden boats were working hard to drive arm-thick aluminum alloy pipes into the seabed.

These pipes were just brought over from Shuguang City by the Niuma airship and used to build a fence to isolate the beach from the deep water area.

They will then fill the aluminum alloy tubes with sand and stretch a net of devil's silk between them to enclose the waters near the port.

As if they had a premonition of being deprived of their living space, the alien species active in the sea began to move around, attacking boats floating on the water from time to time, and people fell into the water every now and then.

But even so, it still cannot stop the determination of these animals.

"Brothers, work harder! For the bikini in the sun!" "Ouch!"

Looking dumbly at the sea in the distance, Rourou opened his mouth blankly, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word without beginning or end from his mouth.

"...Are these guys crazy?"

Tail standing aside crossed his arms and nodded his chin with a look of deep understanding.

"Oh! I'm probably crazy."

Forced to wear a maid outfit for three whole days, she almost suffered from heat stroke because of the sheet-like skirt.

She finally put on shorts and a tank top these days, and she felt like she was coming to life.

Perhaps the aliens in the sea were attracted to the small wooden boats of the power-type animals, so that almost no aliens could be seen on the beach.

On the reef beach not far away, some Yue Clan girls carrying baskets were using daggers and awls to collect oysters attached to the reef, while others were squatting next to the faucet not far from the beach to wash their clothes.

Speaking of which, time flies so fast.

If it weren't for the returning Niuma airship, she wouldn't even notice that a week had passed since the Rourou docked at the French Fries Port!

It is worth mentioning that although Tai Wei feels like this week has passed by in a blur, a lot of things have indeed happened in this ever-changing settlement.

The first is the interior of the camp.

The large area of ​​land to the east that was originally empty has now been turned into rows of wooden shacks.

Although these crudely built houses are still lacking in appearance, they have no problem with protecting them from wind and rain.

In addition, smoked fish and dried furs are hung at the door of every house.

Helping players process prey and fish has become the main source of income for most Moon Clan girls in Chip Port.

There are also some girls who are good at farm work. Under the leadership of Granny Sangru, they contracted the farmland in the northwest of the Southern District.

Baiyue Province Development Co., Ltd. will be responsible for ensuring the safety of farmland, clearing up rainforests, and providing farmers with high-yielding crop seeds and some auxiliary equipment.

The price they need to pay is only half of the harvest from farmland and orchards.

For them who have never owned land of their own, this condition is so generous that many people do not believe it is true at first.

It wasn't until they learned that the tail who led them out of the cage was also a member of the board of directors of Baiyue Company that they gave up their worries and pressed their fingerprints on the contract.

In addition to being engaged in agriculture and handicrafts, there are also some young, beautiful and good-looking girls who have entered the service industry and do jobs that most players are unwilling to do.

Thanks to this, the originally empty camp became bustling.

Not only have interactive NPCs been added to save points, stalls and shops, but the "one-person tavern" that has been criticized by countless players has finally changed

It became "Yiren Tavern".

Not only are there a group of hot and pleasing-looking waiters here, but they also completely free Boss Yi's hands.

As God’s customers, we finally no longer have to do the part-time job of serving tea, pouring water and washing dishes...

The sun sets from the east to the west, and another fulfilling day passes in the blink of an eye.

As usual, looking at the setting sun, Yiren greeted the girls in the tavern to put tables and chairs on the beach and prepared to start today's business.

However, just when everyone was moving the chairs out, they saw a speedboat flying the Confederate flag docked at the edge of the pier.

The NPC named Mu Da jumped off the speedboat first and walked towards the tavern with two sailors.

Having not seen this guy for a long time, Yiren couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She looked at the three people approaching and shouted with a smile.

"Would you like something?"

Mu Da didn't waste any more words. He reached out and took out a telegraph newspaper from his arms and looked at it to confirm that it was this place. Then he looked at the boss-looking man in front of him and asked.

"Is there a person named Sisi here?"

Yiren was stunned for a moment, but she had heard of this name. "What are you doing with her?"

Mu Dayan continued concisely and concisely.

"She asked me to meet here. Now that I'm here, please tell her for me -"

Before he finished speaking, an unfamiliar voice came from not far away.

"I'm here."

The three of them immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a girl carrying a rifle and a rocket launcher walking from the direction of the camp.

The sea breeze blowing in front of her brought a smell of blood, and there were a few tufts of animal hair and blood that had not yet dried on her coat.

Not only Mu Da looked at her strangely, but even the two sailors following him had shocked expressions.

But Boss Yiren was no longer surprised by this scene, so he smiled and said hello.

"Good harvest today?"

"It's okay, I didn't expect there to be mutated brown bears in this tropical rainforest," Sisi replied casually, leaning his rifle and rocket launcher on the table next to him to occupy a seat, and then gestured with four fingers towards Boss Yiren. , "Two bottles of beer and two bottles of orange juice with ice cubes. My teammates are going to hand over the materials and will be there in a moment."

"Okay." Yiren gestured OK and turned around to go to the open-air bar.

Listening to the incomprehensible language, Mu Da was just about to ask what the telegram meant when a clean and tidy envelope was handed to him.

Looking at the envelope, he raised his eyebrows slightly and reached out to take it.

"This is?"

Si Si said concisely and concisely.

"Someone asked me to give you a letter." "Who?"

"You'll know it once you've seen it."

Muda glanced at Sisi and opened the envelope doubtfully.

Almost the moment he looked at the content of the letter, his face that had been peeled off by the sun immediately became serious.

Putting the letter in his hand, he stared at the woman in front of him and asked word by word.

"Where is he?"

Sisi said nonchalantly.

"Twilight City."

Hearing this answer, Mu Da was stunned. "Valley Province?!"

Looking at the stunned NPC, Sisi nodded and continued in a very soft voice.

"Yes...as entrusted by that gentleman, we plan to restart the investigation of the ocean current power station incident in the southern seas."

When he heard the words "Yangliu Power Station", Mu Da showed a surprised look, took her aside, and lowered his voice to the level that only the two of them could hear.

"...Ocean Current Power Station? What's the use of investigating that thing now? It's been more than two months. Even if you find something, it won't change the current situation."

Sisi smiled faintly.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Muda stared at her for a while, and after a long time, he slowly spoke.

"What do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple. You just need to cover me as I approach there. We will handle the rest ourselves."

Muda's expression gradually became strange, and he glanced at the freighter parked on the dock.

"Covering you? How are you going to get there? Shoot that thing?"

"Of course not, come with me."

Sisi smiled mysteriously, dropped these words, and turned around to walk towards the camp not far away.

Muda glanced at the two sailors standing not far away, motioned them to wait for her at the door of the tavern, and then followed her alone.

Taking this NPC into the camp, Sisi went straight to the warehouse area not far from the beach, and came to a warehouse made of iron sheds.

"It's right here."

Muda narrowed his eyes and followed her footsteps into the warehouse.

The moment he saw clearly the roller-shaped submarine parked in the warehouse, his eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously.

"Have you had contact with people from Vault 70?"

Not paying attention to his right hand that unconsciously touched the holster on his waist, Sisi looked at him nonchalantly and said.

"So? You changed your mind?"

Muda was silent for a long time, finally removed his hand on the holster and spoke slowly.

"...Tonight at ten o'clock, you follow me under the boat and I will take you there."

Hearing this promise, Sisi finally showed a happy smile on his face.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, that's all I can do."

While speaking, Mu Da glanced at the submarine parked in the warehouse again.

The scratches and wounds left on the metal shell are obviously not like those left by the depth charges and torpedoes of the Federation fleet.

Although he didn't think the truth was of any use, his intuition told him that he might really be able to find something this time...