This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 753: The Golden Gallon Port is in chaos

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Port of Kingallen.

The security bureau in the port area faces the busiest street in Kingallen Port. The street is bustling with people coming and going.

Governor Nihak stood on the street, looking blankly at this strange and spacious street, his eyes full of confusion, and for a moment he couldn't recognize where he was.

The clean and tidy streets, the white-painted bungalows, and the black street lamps stand tall. Everything seems to be the same as before.

What is different from the past is that the noisy sound fills the sky, people are coming and going on the street, and there are some acrobatic actors riding two or three wheels, shuttling quickly in the street.

This place doesn't look a bit dignified and elegant like Tulip Street, but more like the noisy Kraba Market.

As expected.

It's all chaos here.

"You are free."

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

"Thank you..."

Nihak replied subconsciously, and then realized that this was not what he should say.

Glancing the prison guard hard, he rolled down his sleeves and took a step toward the street. However, because he was looking at the road with the back of his head, he bumped into a child holding a large pile of paper.

"Hey! Watch the road, old man!" The child yelled dissatisfiedly at him, but did not bother with him.

Time is money. If he had this nonsense time, he might as well make two more trips and earn a few more gallons.

However, Nihak did not intend to let this guy go. His face turned red and he reached out to grab the kid'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 child deftly avoided his hand and said with a playful smile, not forgetting to make a face at him before leaving.

Seeing this kid being so rude, Nihak was so angry that he wanted to catch up and teach him a lesson, but he felt that it would be a shame to do it himself. Seeing the kid walking further and further away, he could only curse a few words and paused. Enough to give up.

"Whose wild dog is so uneducated!"

Looking at the kid's outfit, although the clothes are a bit old, they are still neat. He must be a child of a down-and-out noble family. With patches on their sleeves and such lack of dignity, this family's life must be very unsatisfactory. The father must be a rough man who does manual labor, and the mother most likely has to sell, and she may have to eat a few meals.

After imagining the poor and humble life of that guy, Nihak felt a little more comfortable and seemed to have won.

However, before long, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

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

Even the laborers who did menial work wore cheap burlap shirts and light blue canvas pants.

Those who ride two-wheeled bicycles are more sophisticated, wearing cotton short-sleeved shirts and trousers, and a leather corset around their waists.

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

Although the poor people in Kingallen Port have never known etiquette and wear whatever they have. A circle of curtains around the waist is also called a skirt. But for those who can afford to wear clothes, who can wear pants and who can wear them? There are a set of unwritten rules that have been formed over 200 years about what not to wear, and what to wear on certain occasions.

When he saw the child wearing clothes, he thought he was a child from a down-and-out noble family. After all, most of the poor people in the slums only wore rags, and even if they had clothes, they would not be able to give their children clothes.

However, it now seems that there are some deviations in his cognition.

It was only now that he realized that there were too many "nobles" wearing clothes on this street.

Is this Kingallen Port?

Nihak was completely stunned, his eyes widened.

At this moment, the noisy voice and the noisy information were also poured into his ears. The endless buzzing sound made him feel as if his head was about to explode.

"Selling newspapers, fresh newspapers! All the must-eat delicacies in Kingallen Port are on it, as well as the latest news in the wasteland!"

“Old noodle steamed buns! Delicious steamed buns! And freshly baked big meat buns!”

"Where are you going, boss? One mile of land only costs one gallon!"

"I pedal fast! Boss, please take my car!"

“I heard that the expeditionary army won the battle, although it was a tragic victory, with more than 10,000 people dead!”

"Hiss..."

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

"Hey, it's not that I look down on those guys. If you say you can win by killing a hundred people, I'll believe it. But I won't believe it even if you die by killing 10,000 people and win!"

"What kind of book is this?"

"Mechanical principles, mathematics, geometry...and some miscellaneous things, I bought them from the port. I heard they were old books that were replaced by Shuguang City."

"What are you looking at this for?"

“One more skill and one more path, I can’t stay here forever.”

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

"It's good, but the Alliance and the Empire have ceased fire. Who knows if they will come back in the future."

People were shouting, talking, selling, and bargaining, making the originally quiet street a mess.

Nihak didn’t know what they were happy about, let alone what there was to be happy about in this messy scene.

In his era, if low-class people dared to appear on this street without giving a reason, his police officers would give them two hard sticks. As for girls wearing trousers, they will confiscate their trousers and then drive them away, or they may keep her there for a few days until her family comes to pick them up.

He thought that the alliance's misbehavior would make this place a mess, and that was indeed the case. In just a few months, this place had become a mess.

However, to his dismay, those fools who had suffered enough did not cheer his return, and even forgot about his face.

Not only the lower class people, but also the nobles surrounding him, none of them came to greet him. I don’t know what they were busy with.

An era of broken etiquette has come. People are running around in the streets like headless flies, immersed in the sugar-coated bullets brought by the alliance and unable to extricate themselves.

Everything seems to be just his own selfishness - he thinks that he is very important, and no one here can live without him, so the alliance rushes to release him.

The fact is that without him, people would be better off.

Facing everything unfamiliar, he suddenly felt at a loss in his heart.

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

"Mr. Nihak?"

Reacting subconsciously to the name, Nihak turned around and saw a man in a leather jacket looking at him.

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

"It is indeed you! I am Akshay, Mr. Yinsel's servant."

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

"Yin Ser?" Nihak was a little confused, obviously he had never heard of this name.

The man saw his expression but didn't take it seriously. He just smiled enthusiastically and continued.

"A nobleman like you will definitely not remember my master. He is just a baron and deals with rough people like me all day long. But my master always remembers you. At the coming of age banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince the year before last, He once had a chance encounter with you. He always told us that he only knew what a true nobleman was like after meeting Governor Nihak."

The coming of age banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince the year before last...

Of course Governor Nihak remembers the fourth prince and everyone around His Majesty. However, how could he think about who he had met and who he had drank with at a certain prince’s coming-of-age ceremony banquet? Can you get up?

He only remembered waking up in the bed of a countess the next morning. As for the baron, he was probably not even qualified to shake his hand at that kind of banquet.

However, although he despised this name in his heart, Governor Nihak could not help but feel warm in his heart.

None of the guys who usually licked their leather shoes came to visit me. In the end, it was a guy who had a chance encounter with me two years ago who was still thinking about him.

The only flaw is why this guy didn't come over by himself, but sent a servant to greet him.

Seemingly seeing the displeasure on his face, the man named Akshi said with a smile.

"My master wanted to come and pick you up in person, but unfortunately he has military orders and cannot withdraw from the front line, so he can only entrust me to greet you."

"Military order? What military order?" Nihak said in confusion, not knowing anything about what was going on outside.

Aksh said with a smile.

"Of course it's the expeditionary force. Now in the entire wasteland...and of course the province of Borneo, which is not a wasteland at all, there is nothing more important than the war against the enemy of mankind. It's not just us who have sent out the army. , legions, companies, and colleges all sent troops."

Nihak nodded as if he understood, but in fact he didn’t understand at all.

What is the enemy of mankind?

When did the empire gain another enemy?

Knowing that these things cannot be explained clearly in a few words, Aksh said calmly.

"The reason for this is very complicated and cannot be explained clearly in a short while. My master has prepared a banquet for you at the Triumph Hotel. Please follow me to the hotel's box. I will slowly Let me explain it clearly to you."

"That's troublesome." Nihak glanced around and saw that no one else came to pick him up, so he accepted his kindness and followed Yin Ser's servant.

The two of them got into a three-wheeled car, or to be precise, it was a caravan pulled by three wheels.

At the other end of the street, a young rat tribe guy wearing crisp clothes was looking at the prison door with an indifferent expression.

He said softly until the tricycle disappeared at the end of the street.

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

The guy from the dog clan on the side nodded and said in a Weng voice.

"Of course I remember, he is the master of the Governor's Mansion."

Asin said slowly.

"That was a long time ago. Now he is like a rat emerging from the sewer, frightened by the people on the street. He is cowardly, humble, stern and evil...tsk tsk."

He shook his head gently, not hiding the disgust and ridicule in his eyes.

That guy looked exactly like his old self. If he took off his clothes and threw him into the street, he might not even behave as calmly as he did.

This is the nobility of the empire.

There are no Japanese people, cattle people, or elephant people here. There are clearly only different kinds of rats.

Kunaldu muttered: "I don't understand why the Alliance doesn't just kill them."

Wouldn’t it be better to be the emperor yourself?

It’s so troublesome.

As long as they take one step further west, they can capture the City of Thousand Pillars. As long as a pillar is added there, they can rule this land as "iron men" and become the 1001st **** on this land.

"You're right if you don't understand. That's something I can't figure out either, but my intuition tells me that this is one of the reasons why the alliance didn't kill them."

Looking at his friend, Asin simply said this, and then ended this fruitless topic.

What a pity.

He originally planned to treat the down-and-out gentleman to a meal, and maybe he could get in touch with Tiandu to expand the business in Jiaotou Bay, but it seemed that he was still a step too slow, and someone was there first. Targeted that guy.

But it didn't matter. After thinking about it, it was unlikely that the master would have a drink with a rat tribe member like himself, and after seeing the guy's ugly appearance, he suddenly lost interest.

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

It's better to replace these people, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Once this idea came up, it was out of control and fermented in his mind.

Of course, he never thought about becoming the emperor. After all, the emperor's life may not be as comfortable as he is now.

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

Maybe he could invest in those people.

For example, using your network among warlords to send them some equipment, arrange for some people to go to Dawn City to study, etc.

It is actually very easy to operate it. Through the hotel called "The Home of Abandoned Ships", he even got in touch with the leaders of the Tiger Army and the Black Panther Army. The entire eastern region was large and small. At least half of the resources produced by the manor and mines are sold to Kingallen Port through his shadow port.

Although the risk is high, what if those Yue Clan people succeed?

The return from investing in a new dynasty is much greater than investing in a downtrodden old noble...

……

At this moment, Governor Nihak did not know that a certain rat tribe boy was staring at his back and thinking about something treacherous.

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

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

Looking at the devouring former governor, Aksh was about to comfort you for being hungry in prison, but looked at the loose flesh of his neck and held back his words.

Obviously, the Alliance did not starve him. In just a few months, he was almost fed to a pig. All that noble blood was flowing was fat.

Resisting the urge to laugh, Aksh stood beside him and respectfully recounted everything that had happened during this period, especially highlighting the stupidity of General Babita on the Northern Front and his The master's hardships in eating insects on the southern front.

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

"Okay, okay, I understand the situation. This matter is easy to handle. I'll put in a few nice words to His Majesty for you, and move that Baron Babita to the south, and transfer your master to the north."

Looking at the titles of those guys, I guess His Majesty didn’t pay much attention to that expeditionary force.

After all, the baron is a captain of ten thousand men, and this army may not even have a few professional soldiers, and it will only be a group of serfs if it is exhausted. The combined fuel and water of a hundred people is not as much as that of a regular soldier.

Arranging a few barons was just a matter of words for him.

Aksh almost choked on his spit when he heard this and said quickly.

"Your Majesty, you can't...if you move us to the north, wouldn't we have to...take the blame for General Babita? The hardships we endured on the southern front will be in vain!"

"What you say makes sense," Nihak burped and said lazily, "Well, I'm too lazy to use my brain on such a trivial matter. You just have to make conditions. If it's not too much, then this I’ll help you if you’re busy.”

Hearing this, Aksh suddenly became energetic, smiling ingratiatingly and whispered a few words into his ear.

"...We don't ask for much, as long as your majesty splits the expeditionary force into the Southern Army and the Northern Army. This will also facilitate the command and dispatch of the front line. After all, the north and south lines are too far apart and there will be interference along the way. , you have to send a telegram twice."

"Okay, I'll help you with this." Nihak agreed to the matter with a touch of his lips.

Aksh is also a man who knows how to get things done. He gave the servant next to him a look, immediately picked up a suitcase, and placed it gently on the seat next to the table.

"This is a little thought from my master... It can be regarded as an apology for not being able to visit you in person. Please accept it."

Nihak stretched out his greasy hand to open the box and took a look, but was surprised by the pile of golden banknotes.

Golden dinar ticket!

These banknotes with special anti-counterfeiting marks can be exchanged for dinars of the same denomination in the Triumph City.

Although this thing is only circulated in the west of the mainland of Middle-earth, there are often merchant ships of the Wilant people on the west coast of Borneo Province. Those Wilant merchants recognize this thing and charge up to 10% depending on the situation~ 5% discount.

He did a rough count and found that the total of such a box of banknotes amounted to at least 500,000 dinars.

The equivalent of 500 strong slaves!

"It seems that your master is living a good life." Nihak squinted his eyes and glanced at Aksh with a half-smile.

This small amount of money is not worth worrying about, but he was really surprised that a mere baron could cough up half a million dinars.

Aksh made a wry smile and sighed softly.

"To tell you the truth, this is all my master's property, but if he can't come back safely, no matter how much money he has, it's useless... isn't it?"

"Huh."

Nihak laughed, not taking his words seriously, and just accepted the box.

"Indeed, Yin Ser, right? I remember your master's name. By the way... How do you get back to Tiandu from here?"

Aksh said quickly.

"Don't worry, we will definitely not let you go alone. We have arranged a boat at the port. It will deliver you safely to West Sail Port, which is the territory of the Weilant people. We are here A carriage has been arranged to take you to Tiandu."

Hearing this, Nihak finally relaxed all his worries and anxieties and nodded with satisfaction.

"He is a person who knows how to get things done."

Aksh said with a smile on his face, very politely.

"As long as you are satisfied."

At the same time, at the port of Kingallen Port, a cargo ship flying the white bear flag was moored next to the dock.

The cargo ship's cargo hold was filled with canned herring and distilled liquor produced in Golden Gallen Port.

These two things are the favorites of the middle and lower-level officers and grassroots soldiers of the legion.

Although the distilled liquor produced in Jinjialun Port cannot keep up with that produced in Dawn City in terms of craftsmanship, flavor, and quality, most of the equipment used in the distilleries here are eliminated from Dawn City and Dawn City, so it is not. There's not much difference.

Now that the electronic pass has been open for some time, going to the legion's territory is no longer a critical matter, as long as you don't run around trying to die.

Weiwei planned to go to the "Westport" controlled by the legion to have a look. Sesame Lake and Rourou were also curious about what it looked like. Sisi didn't care where he went, so the three of them and the bear hit it off and decided on the next voyage. destination.

Rourou, whose arms were resting on the mast, yawned and muttered with a bored look on his face.

"When can we set off?"

Sisi stood on the deck and glanced at the list in his hand, rubbing his chin with his index finger.

"There is another guest... Well, I just realized now that this guy seems to be an acquaintance of ours."

Nihak.

For someone with the same name as this guy, this port probably doesn’t exist.

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

"Oh! Is that the guy selling furs?" Tails came over curiously.

"The guy who sells fur? That's not...how do you still remember that person? I almost forgot his name." Sisi said helplessly.

With a teasing expression, Tails smiled mischievously and gently poked her waist with his index finger.

"As expected of you, a ruthless woman!"

Rourou looked over with a surprised expression, and Zhimahu also raised his cat ears curiously.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that other stories happened when we didn't know about it?"

Looking at those gossipy eyes, Sisi said in a dumbfounded voice: "What the hell... It was just a friendship that we met a few times."

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

From Red River Town to the oases and castles in the desert, to the bays on the desert edge and the tropical Baiyue Strait, as well as the remote Kingallen Port.

If it weren’t for Sesame Lake’s words “I want to travel” and Tails’ words “It sounds interesting”, I might not have gone so far. Instead, like most ordinary players, I would have planned and designed it. Game progress experience game.

But then again, it was precisely because she met so many interesting people that she felt more and more that those people were not like NPCs, but like real people.

What is going on in this world?

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

Perhaps the answer is placed at the end of the journey, and only those who have passed the customs can know it...

While several good friends were laughing and joking, Governor Nihak, who was carrying a suitcase, arrived at the pier under the courtesy of Aksh.

Standing on the dock, he raised his eyes to the deck and happened to see the white bear that spoke human words.

He was stunned for a moment. The unpleasant memories from a few months ago suddenly flooded into his mind, and panic gradually appeared on his face.

Not wanting the servants behind him to see the timidity in his eyes, he pretended to be calm and coughed, lowering his voice and speaking hurriedly.

"Why is there still a bear on it? Can you find another boat?"

Aksh was stunned for a moment and said with a confused look on his face.

"Sir, no problem, no problem...but this is the only ship from here to West Sail Port recently. The ferry of Yongliu River is still blocked, and West Sail Port has no access to King Gallen. The port is completely open, and only the merchant ships of the Alliance and Legion are not affected. If you want to go back as soon as possible, I can only make do with it."

Actually, there were other ships, and it only took two days to wait, but he really didn't dare to wait any longer.

If General Babita's battle report is sent to Tiandu first, his master's 500,000 dinars may be wasted.

After all, emperors have never admitted their mistakes since ancient times. Once they are determined, no matter how they operate, it will be in vain.

Hearing that this was the only ship, Nihak cursed in his heart and could only bite the bullet and walk up to the deck.

Go home on the Alliance ship...

What a bad luck!

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

"Is this Mr. Nihak? Please come with me...wait, are you Nihak?" The crew member opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked him up and down.

Nihak glared back with a straight face.

"Any questions?"

"No... I just feel that you have gained a lot of weight compared to a few months ago." The crew member looked at him with a strange expression, and before the latter got angry, he looked away and said "please" Gesture, "Your room is at the end of the corridor on the right hand side of the negative deck, please come with me."

As the last passenger boarded the ship, the Rourou sounded its whistle and slowly drove away from the pier.

At this moment, the vast majority of the residents of Kingallen Port did not even know that their governor had left the prison and rolled out of Kingallen Port in a gray manner.

But even if they knew, they probably wouldn't care. They would only take a look at that guy's joke.

In just a few months, they created a miracle that had not happened in this land for two hundred years. They feel grateful to the alliance and also have a sense of pride that they have never had before.

Although there are still some down-and-out nobles and veterans who miss the old order of dignity, even they have to admit that life now is indeed better than before.

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

In fact, those machines are not that difficult to operate. There are not necessarily more jobs than farming. The 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, they are out of their control. Those "lower people" who stood up almost regarded the "Iron Man" as a **** on earth...

At the same time that Nihak picked up his suitcase and left, a telegram from the Governor's Office of Potato Port was also delivered to Chu Guang.

Although the imperial governor named Nihak is just an insignificant role for the administrator who is thinking about the entire wasteland situation, this "empire" is also a member of the slime mold research community.

Aboard the Heart of Steel above the Wasteland of Weifu.

After reading the report from the French Fries Port, Chu Guang made a phone call with the foreign minister of the alliance and gave concise instructions.

"Let the "Daily Survivor" put the news out. There is no need to report it with great fanfare. Just put it in the middle or on the last page and mention that 'Governor Nihak has gone home.' In addition, Duke Jarawa You can contact them again and give them a step up."

The Corps dispatched 10 additional divisions to the front line, and colleges and enterprises also increased their efforts to reinforce the front line.

He had a premonition that when the old bombs were dismantled, a new powder keg would appear again.

The Sticky Community needs unity. It does not mean that the fire will be scattered after the war is over. He must try his best to eliminate all hidden dangers that may ignite the powder keg.

After all, the Empire is a guy who doesn't play by the rules, and the Legion's ranks are complex and full of opportunists.

And this is the real reason why he specifically asked Baiyue Company to restrain itself on matters in Borneo Province.

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

"Yes, sir."

Looking at the turned off holographic screen, Chu Guang leaned on the chair and turned his gaze to the lifeless gray fog outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The vanguard of the coalition forces is entering the Haiyia Province.

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

(End of this chapter)