Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 339: Move the nest

Players were among the excited Hamelin townspeople. Now that they knew the fairy tale prototype of this incident, they began to speculate about what the Pied Piper would become in this PC-filled world. .

Soon, the mayor led everyone to their destination.

It was a horse-drawn carriage placed in an open space. The wooden carriage was huge and quite spacious. The outside of the carriage was carved with fine decorative patterns. An iron lantern was hung at each of the four corners. Below the carriage windows, There is also a sign that reads "Pioneer of Pest Control".

The mayor coughed to hide his nervousness,

Under the comments of all the townspeople, he stepped forward and slammed the car window a few times, "Hello!"

There was only a faint snoring in the carriage, and there was no response for a long time,

The mayor leaned half of his body on the carriage, slammed the window a few times, and roared with his head sideways, "Is anyone there?"

The snoring in the carriage stopped abruptly, and after a bang, a middle-aged man in colorful clothes and long hair with a shawl got out from inside.

This middle-aged man is wearing jeans and a loose shirt, with a thin face, dazed eyes, and two heavy dark circles under his eyes. He looks like a hippie.

Pied Piper?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows. This hippie was neither wearing floral clothes nor carrying a flute. Considering that this is a magically altered world, such deviations in detail are negligible.

"Aha, Your Excellency Mayor, may I ask what I can do for you?" The middle-aged hippie full of alcohol leaned his whole body on the carriage, spread his hands, and asked lazily.

The mayor leaned back a moment later, avoiding the horrible smell of alcohol, "I want to discuss with you what you suggested to me before."

The hippie shrugged nonchalantly, "You mean to drive out the town of Hamelin, dear Negroes who came across the ocean?"

As soon as these words came out, many well-dressed townspeople opened their eyes wide, gasping for breath, and many ladies covered their mouths, looking incredibly frightened.

"Please go! I mean please go!"

The mayor hurriedly corrected: "Ahem, the conditions in Hamelin are too bad to make life better for our dear African brothers and sisters. Didn't you come to my office to suggest that you could They took them to other big cities..."

"100 gold coins." The hippie interrupted: "Give me 100 gold coins and I will help you solve this trouble."

"What?!"

The mayor was shocked and angry, "You said it was only 70 gold coins."

"Didn't you reject me then?" The hippie waved his hand lazily, in a way that was extremely rude, "Hurry up and decide, I will leave this town in the evening and go to the big city to participate in the event there. It's a music festival."

The mayor clenched his fists, glanced around the townspeople, and finally gritted his teeth and said to the hippie, "Okay, this money comes from the municipal fund where citizens pay taxes. I think the townspeople should agree?"

The ladies and gentlemen are looking at the sky or the earth, but no one makes a sound.

The hippie ignored the group of townspeople, and simply returned to the carriage neatly, taking out a few items and hanging them on their bodies.

Those items are a watermelon, a bottle of grape soda, a piece of fried chicken, and a small African drum pinned to the waist.

“?!”

When Li Ang saw these things, it took a lot of effort to hold back his laughter, and Yu said frantically in his heart: "This is so **** inaccurate."

John Joyce and Julia are also embarrassed. Watermelon, grape soda and fried chicken were once the food of African-American slaves in the plantation period, and they all have strong racial discrimination in the United States.

Anyone who gives a watermelon to a black person will be considered racist.

Old Black Bob's face is expressionless, but he's holding back his anger as you can see from the fist he's clenched so hard (players put away their weapons after entering town).

Bob uses some kind of equipment that weakens his presence, so as long as he doesn't do anything special, he won't be noticed by the surrounding townspeople.

Flanked by the townspeople, the hippies came to the Opera Street where the African-American residents gathered.

There were no pedestrians on the once prosperous and lively streets. The walls of the buildings on both sides were sprayed with colorful graffiti, and a group of dark-skinned children were kicking **** in the middle of the road.

"Pong Pong Pong!"

The hippies beat the African drums around their waists, and sang rhythmically, in an unknown language, an eerie ballad.

The African-American child who was attentively kicking the ball stopped for a moment and looked over in a daze,

The hippie sang, rocked a watermelon tied around his waist, a glass bottle of grape soda, and occasionally took a bite of fried chicken.

Everyone looked at him curiously. These inexplicable movements of the hippies seemed to possess some kind of magic power, summoning the dark-skinned residents hiding in the deep houses and alleys.

African residents, or open the window, lean against the window and look down,

Or walk out of the alley and lean against the wall and watch the hippies.

The hippies sang louder and louder, walked slowly, walked out of the black settlement,

But no one came out and followed in his footsteps.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the street, the hippie turned back a little reluctantly and beat the drums harder, however, the dark-skinned residents just watched him with the eyes of a monkey show.

The hippie stopped in a dejected manner and ran towards the mayor's group gathered at the end of the street.

"What's the matter?!"

The mayor said anxiously and angrily, "Didn't you say you can succeed?"

"Can you blame me?" The hippie also got angry: "I have helped other towns drive out homeless, hippies, football hooligans, and stowaways countless times before, and every time I succeeded~IndoMTL.com~This time, it is entirely because You kill yourself, it's really nice to treat these African-American residents, and the arrangements for their clothing, food, housing and transportation are too appropriate,

So much so that they didn't respond to my 'hometown call'.

This is entirely your own responsibility. "

After saying that, the hippie stared at the mayor with a gloomy face, "This time I didn't succeed, but for the sake of my hard work, just give me 10 gold coins."

The mayor laughed in anger, "You still want money if you don't succeed? Go as far as you want!"

"It's not that I succeeded or failed," the hippie defended. "These African-American residents have settled here, let alone me. Even if the Queen comes, it's impossible for them to move their nests."

"Not necessarily!"

A voice interrupted the quarrel.

All the townspeople turned their heads and looked at Li Ang who had just spoken.