This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 814: The seeds of hatred

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"Hurry up!"

"A bunch of useless things!"

“You haven’t eaten at all!”

The dock echoed with the rude roar of the overseer and the crack of the whip.

The workers carrying boxes on their backs were like donkeys walking upright, working hard and coming back and forth between the deck of the cargo ship and the dock warehouse.

Not to mention the salary of eight silver coins an hour and eating in the same pot, even stopping for a break here is a luxury. If you want to go to the toilet and drink water, you have to ask the supervisor for mercy.

This is West Sails Harbor.

This is the Westport that players joke about.

A healthy slave here only costs 1,000 dinars.

Even though the population has become so cheap, businessmen from Triumph City still prefer to rent.

In the eastern part of Zhongzhou Continent, many survivors have an "illusion" about the legion that distance creates beauty, and believe that the legion is actually very well-behaved.

However, in fact, it is just because they have come into contact with too few people from Weiland and do not yet understand the nature of these guys.

Every old resident of Fallen Leaf City knows very well what the Weirant people looked like when they first came to the River Valley Province, and what they looked like after being beaten in pain.

The reason why they behaved so well in the eastern part of Middle-Continent was just because they were hurt by being beaten.

If it were Xifan Port, which was far outside the range of the alliance's power projection, they wouldn't even show it.

But what’s interesting is that even though they have worked very hard to squeeze the locals, they are still dwarfed by the local nobles in Borneo.

So much so that every time General McClung passed by here, he couldn't help but lament that he was too kind when he was in the River Valley Province and did not squeeze out the potential of the local survivors at all.

The residents living there are mainly the Wilantes, followed by merchants from Silver Moon Bay and other places, as well as local nobles and some free people in Borneo Province.

Since the slave trade was not prohibited locally, some nobles from Lowell State migrated here after the fall of Golden Gallen Port.

As for the players, they are almost invisible here.

After all, there is neither an airport nor a save point opened by Da Lao. It takes ten or twenty days to float on the sea from the alliance port, and another ten or twenty days to go back.

If you die here once, not only will the unsaved experience points be cleared, but all equipment and property will be exploded. This risk is completely disproportionate to the benefit!

However, although this place is useless to players, it has a completely different meaning to the people of Valant.

Since the civil servants of Triumph City borrowed this territory from the empire, they have brought clean streets, beautiful houses and bright street lights here.

Bennot and other civil servants have high hopes for the local development prospects.

Even if the nobles of the empire have become pedantic to the point of stubbornness, no one should be able to reject the decent life of civilized people.

They can influence the nobles of Shizhou through the abundant life in Xifan Port, and then influence the nobles of Tiandu through the nobles of Shizhou.

They don't expect to educate the guys here to be civilized, and they have no interest in doing charity, but they need an ally that is intimidating enough to share the pressure from the alliance.

On the port paved with sandstone bricks.

A bearded Weiland man looked frequently at the diamond-encrusted pocket watch in his hand, with an expression on his face full of anxiety.

His name is Arman, and he is a businessman in the cane sugar and tea business. His main business is to deliver the sugar and black tea produced in West Sail Port to Triumph City and the ports controlled by the Southern Legion. He also occasionally acts as a slave. merchant.

According to the original plan, his fleet should set off in the morning to the "Eternal Night Port" of the Southern Legion on the southernmost side of the great desert, and then detour to the west of the Central Continent to bring back the finest tea and sugar cubes. The port of Triumphal City.

However, the plan could not keep up with the changes.

Just yesterday, a piece of news released from the Governor's Office made the entire Weiland merchants in West Sail Port excited!

The legion's expedition to the Haiyia Province is over, and a large amount of equipment stranded on the front lines is on sale at a discount!

As long as you spend 10,000 dinars to purchase a voucher from the governor's office and pay a certain amount of deposit, you can pack and transport the goods piled up in Haiyaxing at an ultra-low price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton. Save baby!

The only requirement of the Governor's Office of Saifan Port is that these arms purchased through vouchers must be transported back to Saifan Port!

And the target of the sale must be the West Sailing Arms Reserve Bureau or the Empire!

Although this condition means that the selling price will be suppressed to a certain extent, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the Weiland merchants in Xifan Port.

After all, the price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton is so good, it’s almost like giving it for free!

They have been doing business for so many years, but they have never seen arms sold by weight!

Even if all the good stuff has been picked out and only some bullets are left, that is still more than 50% profit.

And if you can buy the Conqueror Tank of the Eastern Legion, your profit will be doubled!

Of course Arman would not miss such a lucrative deal. Although he has no access to arms trading, does this kind of business with closed eyes require any access?

What's more, if it doesn't work, you can still sell it to the Weapons Reserve Bureau in Xifan Port, so you don't have to worry about it falling on your hands.

Praise to His Majesty the US Marshal!

Praise to Governor Huye!

This is almost obvious, the Governor's Office of Saipan Port sent them a New Year's gift!

Unfortunately, Arman is not the only one who thinks so.

The entire Xifan Port is like crazy, and the berths of the piers are packed to the brim.

The workers on the dock had just filled the boat with their front feet, and they didn't even have time to take a bite of dry food. They were immediately urged by the supervisors to unload the goods into the warehouse. If they were slower, they would be whipped.

But even so, in the face of the strong loading and unloading demand, the hard work of the coolies still seems to be a drop in the bucket.

The slaves themselves are to blame. After all, they are so hard-working and so cheap that the port of West Sail Port cannot use electrified loading and unloading equipment at all. If we encounter such a demand peak, we can only push ourselves a little harder.

Because there were too many ships rushing to unload, the port office and "labor agencies" had to go to nearby manors and plantations to mobilize a group of slaves and serfs.

Looking at the busy dock, the bearded captain said with a frown.

"At this rate, I'm afraid we won't leave until tomorrow morning."

Arman said involuntarily.

"Too slow, we have to hit the road today no matter what!"

The captain's brows twitched fiercely and he looked at him with a wry smile.

"I understand your eagerness to get rich, but... you also have to consider the reality."

"Reality?" Arman lowered his sleeves and looked at the captain with sharp eyes, "I'll tell you what reality is! Boxes and bundles of arms are piled in Haiya Province, and they are weapons of the regular army! The bunch of trash in the east have never been so generous! Merchant ships from the entire route are running there. If we get there late, we won’t even be able to drink soup!"

Facing that aggressive gaze, the captain swallowed.

"Okay, even if these coolies can unload the cargo before dark, should we go with an empty ship——"

"That's right, let's go with an empty boat!" Arman interrupted him without hesitation, and continued with an excited look, "We don't need to bring anything except supplies! We don't have time to hesitate. Yu's wave has passed, we are not doing business, we are going to pick up money! Do you understand how to pick up money?"

When speaking of this, Arman softened his tone and patted his captain on the shoulder.

"Prepare as I say, this transaction will be indispensable for your benefit...I can assure you that your share of this business will be at least 1 million dinars!"

Hearing the generous reward, the captain subconsciously held his breath and nodded his neck unconsciously.

"Okay..."

One million dinars!

The captain’s ransom was not that high!

Compared with this property, going home for the New Year is nothing.

Watching the captain leave, Arman continued to cast his gaze at the lion clan foreman beside him, and his warm smile as warm as the spring breeze immediately collapsed.

"How long will it take to vacate my fleet?"

Faced with the urging of the Wilante man in front of him, Najib wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile on his face.

"I'll ask the supervisors to push again and try to make it before tomorrow——"

"As much as possible?"

Arman raised his eyebrows, stared at him, and said word for word, "I don't care what method you use, you must unload all the goods before dark!"

As soon as Najib heard this, the sweat that he had just wiped suddenly appeared on his forehead again.

"Oh my god, it's before dark, but sir, it's only three hours until dark-"

"That's your business." Arman said coldly without even looking at him, "The maximum extension is until eight o'clock in the evening. If you can't do it, I can only talk to your boss - —Or my partner talked about it."

Hearing these words, Najib felt a faint chill on his back.

Although he is from the Lion Clan, he is just a commoner, nothing compared to those big shots with titles.

So even though this request sounded a bit too much, he could only grit his teeth and say it bravely.

"I'll find some more people..."

"Go ahead."

Armen waved his hand impatiently and shooed the guy away like a fly.

Facts have proved that urging is still effective.

Under the desperate urging of the overseers, the slaves exerted all their strength and actually vacated the last two ships before the sun sank below the sea level.

Najib was anxiously preparing to ask Lord Arman for credit, but was blocked by the crowd in front of the pier.

I saw a group of coolies forming a circle on the small dock. In the middle, a skinny guy was lying on the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

This guy is too thin, and his skin has been tanned black and red by the sun, looking like a smoked sausage.

Nagy pushed his way into the middle of the crowd and kicked the guy on the ground. Seeing that he had stopped moving, he looked at the dock workers next to him and asked.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

A tall and thin man said with his head lowered.

"His name is Orissa——"

Before he finished speaking, he was whipped on the forehead and staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, the worker next to him held his arm and prevented him from falling into the sea.

Blood seeped out from the opened flesh, covering his eyes and half of his face. It was shocking to see.

The man seemed stunned. He touched his forehead and stood there in a daze, unable to recover.

"Who cares what his name is? Just drag him off the pier! Damn it! Don't you know how busy we are today! Don't be stuck here!" Najib yelled, cursing and holding a whip in his hand. With a random gesture, all the workers surrounding him drank away.

The crowd blocking the dock finally dispersed, and the port returned to its usual busyness.

Looking at the wooden box that had sunk into the sea, the corners of Najib's mouth twitched in pain.

What a pity that fine tea...

One pack can cover half of his salary.

Fortunately, he did not need to compensate for the lost goods. These big shots had already anticipated the clumsiness of these roughnecks, and the loss of one or two boxes of goods was within the acceptable range.

Otherwise, even if you sell him, you won’t be able to afford the compensation...

The reprimanded laborers carried the poor man named Orisa to the labor registration office. This was a routine procedure. The deceased had to cross out his name, otherwise he would be regarded as a runaway slave, and the whole family would be killed. Have to suffer.

The staff at the registration office checked the list and found that this guy was not a slave at all, but a free citizen.

Of course, he was just surprised.

After all, free people without land may not necessarily live more comfortably than slaves.

Especially if the former has a family to support, there may be dirt in his stomach.

"Are there any of his family members here too?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, saying they didn't know where this poor guy lived.

The staff didn't bother to bother. When they heard that no relatives were here, they closed the registration book in their hands.

"Let his family come."

One worker couldn't bear it and asked in a low voice.

"...What should I do with this person?"

The staff member rolled his eyes.

"You're dead, just find a place to bury it, maybe you can still live."

As he spoke, he continued to urge.

"Move out quickly, don't stay here and get in the way."

The two guards stared straight at this side, and the workers who brought Orissa here could only carry the body out again.

A group of people stood on the street confused not knowing where to go, wondering in a few words whether to go to his family first or find a place to bury him first.

Everyone has to be buried in the end anyway. Isn’t that piece of red soil in the suburbs prepared for this?

Everyone sympathized with Orissa's experience, and couldn't help but be surprised that this usually silent old guy was actually a free citizen who had redeemed himself.

No wonder he works so hard!

Some people had envious expressions on their faces.

After all, he died as a slave, but he had nothing. However, when a freedman dies, his family can at least receive compensation.

Although 800 dinars is not much, it is already a huge amount of money for them.

This is one of the few benefits that Vaillante has secured for them.

However, although some people were envious, others looked towards the port with hatred.

Most of these people are converts to the Silver Moon Sect.

Most of them are listeners of the "Silver Gospel", and most of them have heard "Boer the Awakened" translated and recited by Mr. Melgio, the pastor from Silver Moon Bay.

That is their enlightenment reading book for literacy.

Although they have never been to Boulder City, they clearly remember how the people there did it.

Perhaps the anger reached the extreme, a ray of fire finally burst out in the suppressed silence.

"Look, these are the so-called 'free people'..."

The hoarse voice floated out of the crowd, and a tall and thin man walked out.

He was the man who had been whipped on the dock earlier.

The shocking scar was printed on his forehead, dyeing the white gauze red.

Looking at the ferocious appearance, people couldn't help but take two steps back, with expressions of fear on their faces.

The man did not stop, his hoarse voice gradually became hysterical, completely releasing the anger in his chest.

"They took everything from us and put a label on it! One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... Siren coins or dinars, go and buy it! With our blood, with our Khan, go buy what belongs to us! Go and achieve their greatness and wisdom!"

"Then... when we finally buy back what originally belonged to us, when they finally drain the last drop of our blood, we can lie down in the red soil like Orissa."

There was silence all around.

The hopeless fate was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

What's the point of working so hard if there's nothing left to commemorate in the end?

What free people...

That fat bait was a scam from the beginning!

Perhaps people's silence gave him the courage to continue speaking. He clenched his fists tightly and tortured his soul to the people watching around him.

"Tell me! Why should we buy something that belongs to us!"

"But what can we do..."

A suppressed complaint finally came from the crowd, breaking the silent silence.

Looking at the restless crowd, the man did not flinch. Instead, his mind became hot and he shouted.

"What can we do! Bol has told us what to do! We must unite!"

"Then what?"

This time he did not speak, because someone in the crowd shouted out for him.

"No need to ask! Of course we are going to take back what belongs to us!"

Angry roars and filial piety arise one after another, and the emotion of revenge is superimposed in the contagion.

The growing numbers blunted fear, and the thousand pillars that sealed their courage seemed to disappear

Even the most timid person has an expression of rage on his face at this moment——

And hatred!

"This is not over yet!"

"That's right!"

"Orissa cannot die in vain!"

"They must pay the price!"

The chatter became louder and louder, and finally attracted the guards in the port area.

Although these guards rarely enter the slums outside the port area to enforce the law, this is a special period after all. There is a shortage of people everywhere in the entire dock. How can so many people be allowed to gather here to make noise.

The person leading the guard was the foreman Najib. He held the whip he had used before tightly in his hand and shouted loudly to the workers gathered together.

"What are you doing here! It takes so long to lift someone? Why don't you go back to work quickly!"

Everyone was getting emotional, and someone in the crowd shouted.

"We quit!"

"Quit? Ha! I turned against you!" Najib raised his eyebrows and swung the whip in his hand. However, he did not hit the booing guy, but randomly hit a bystander. A passer-by even blew out that person’s eyeballs.

I saw him kneeling down in pain, covering his eyes, and blood was flowing all over the floor.

Seeing the blood, the crowd was in an uproar. Thousands of people gathered on the road, shouting and surrounding Najib.

Having never seen this scene before, Najib was also startled and couldn't help but take a step back.

But he soon discovered that he had given up too early.

There was only a "pop" sound of gunshots coming from behind. The guard holding the Ripper rifle fired several shots directly into the sky without saying a word.

"Papa——!"

The sound of the gunshot was like cold water poured on a soldering iron, extinguishing all the hot emotions with a sizzle.

This is not Boulder after all.

Boer is not from Borneo.

People who were excited a second ago showed fear on their faces and fled in all directions. In a moment, the streets were cleared.

Najib was also stunned for a moment, then smiled coyly and looked at the officer with a high nose behind him.

"Hey... Sir, I said, these guys are as timid as mice and can't cause any big trouble."

The Valeant officer glanced at him contemptuously and loaded his rifle in silence.

He is from the Southern Legion and has been a colonial guard for more than ten years. He has suppressed Baodong at least two or three times. The most intense one forced them to move out all the 902mm heavy artillery.

The situation here is indeed rare. As soon as the gunshot rang out, it was over without anyone dying.

Of course he was very satisfied.

But——

It just makes him look down upon.

……

The night at Xifan Port gradually deepened, and the evening breeze blowing from the sea to the port was slightly cold.

The commotion at the entrance of the Labor Registration Office did not affect the busyness here at all.

The pier is still busy with people coming and going, and the sparkling display windows are still magnificent.

The phrase "We quit" was like a joke.

I just felt pity for the passerby who had his eyeball popped out. He couldn't find anyone to express his grievances to.

Finally, everything was ready to set off. Standing at the port, Arman was reluctant to say goodbye to his family.

"...It's my birthday soon, so I can't wait until the festival is over before going." The little girl in a floral dress raised her mouth slightly, her dark brown hair was tied into a princess braid, like a Like a real princess.

Birthday is celebrated on the second weekend of January every year. For the people of Wilant, this is a more important festival than the New Year.

It is said that that was the day they were born, and it was also the beginning of all glory and legend.

It is precisely for this reason that no matter how busy they are, Weiland people will choose to take this day off and stay with their families.

Arman originally planned to do the same, and even planned to return to Triumph City to attend the birthday celebration.

But unfortunately, the big shots in Triumph City gave too much...

Arman touched his daughter's head and said dotingly.

"Be good, wait until dad comes back and bring you a gift."

"Well..." Ruby said reluctantly, "Your taste is too unique. How could you give your daughter a specimen of a mutant head?"

"Haha! Sorry! Dad didn't think well!"

Arman smiled and picked up his lovely daughter, making her giggle and spin around in the air several times before placing her back on the ground.

Gently scraping his daughter's nose, he continued in a doting tone.

"Then what gift does my lovely Ruby want?"

Ruby's eyes sparkled and she said immediately.

"I want to go and play with sister Ansuya!"

Ansuya is the daughter of Earl Sharma.

The latter is a well-known nobleman in Shizhou. Not only does he own a plantation of more than 100,000 acres in the outer suburbs of Xifan Port, but he also has an extremely wide social circle in Tiandu. He is also a businessman of Yaman. partners on.

Every time he discussed business, Arman would bring his daughter with him.

Ruby didn't know how big the Ansuya family's manor was, and she didn't really care, but she was deeply impressed by the maze-like garden.

Every time she went there with her father, she would pull Ansuya and hide and seek with other children in the manor.

Hearing such a simple request, Arman lovingly touched his daughter's head.

"Okay! Dad will take you when you get back!"

After a pause, he said with a smile.

"Of course, daddy still has to bring gifts...my lovely Ruby will stay at home and look forward to it!"

Speaking of which, when this trip is over, he also plans to contact Earl Sharma to see if he can make this batch of goods more valuable through the operation of some powers.

When the time comes, just take your daughter with you to disturb that guy.

"Come back quickly!"

The little girl stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, then ran back to her mother's side.

Gently patting her daughter's hand, Margaery looked at her husband lovingly, with a charming smile on her face.

"Be safe on the road."

"Don't worry! It's not the first time I've taken this route! Wait for the good news!"

Giving his wife a kiss, Arman grinned and stood back on the dock with his suitcase.

"See you next month! Wait for me!"

After saying that, he followed his captain and his men onto the deck in three steps, and followed the long sound of the air whistle as they drifted away.

At the same time, on the street less than 500 meters away from the pier, a mother and daughter came to the door of the Labor Registration Office.

Since the docks do not recruit female workers, few women will appear here.

Unless this is the case...

People moved out of the way unconsciously. The stooped woman said thank you while holding the little girl's hand tightly and hurriedly walked to the counter.

The staff member who was on duty before has already got off work. This time, a young man with slicked back hair is sitting here, eating melon seeds and talking and laughing with his colleagues next to him.

Many young nobles who are neither high nor low like to place their children to work here.

After all, Tiandu is too far away for them, but the Weiland people in the port area are right in front of them.

Especially for positions in the Labor Registration Office, I often deal with people from Willant.

If it can be appreciated by the people of Weiland, it will be equivalent to reaching the sky in one step!

The little girl stood on tiptoes, stuck her head out from under the counter, and said before her mother.

"Where is my dad?"

Hearing the timid voice, the young man turned his head over with a smile and asked.

"Your dad? Who is your dad?"

The little girl continued.

"Orisa...he is very tanned. The pastor of Moon Church said that his lungs are not very good and he is always coughing."

Worried that the staff member didn’t know what her father looked like, she tried hard to trace his portrait with her hands.

However, because the description was too abstract, its only effect was to make the young man sitting behind the counter more and more impatient.

"Sorry... to disturb you."

The stooped woman was much more silent. First she grabbed her daughter to signal her to stop talking, then she found a crumpled paper coupon and hurriedly put it on the table.

That's proof of identity.

Her husband earned it through his illness, and it is also the only thing that proves that they have no master.

Seeing this certificate, the impatience on the young man's face softened a little. He turned over the name list and compared it with the name on the certificate, and sure enough he found the name Orissa.

"They are workers registered here last month."

"This name sounds familiar... Oh, it's the one that was sent just now!"

The colleague sitting next to him thought about it, then opened the drawer with a smile, took out a purse that had been wrapped in advance and threw it on the counter.

"I was just talking to you about this! It's that old guy who exhausted himself to death..."

When they heard the "clang" sound, the mother and daughter were stunned, and there was a buzzing in their ears.

The stooped woman's lips moved, and finally she silently put away the bag of money and held it tightly in her hand.

At that moment, her body seemed to shrink even smaller.

Not wanting to stay here for a second, she took her daughter's hand and hurriedly left the counter, escaped from the suffocating atmosphere and went to the street outside.

The evening breeze blowing from the port area is extremely cold.

Looking at her mother with her dark eyes, the girl asked in a low voice.

"Where's Dad..."

My mother, who usually responded to her, did not speak this time. She just quickened her pace and pulled her towards home. Her gently shaking shoulders seemed to be suppressing something.

As if she finally understood where her father had gone, the little girl lowered her head and said nothing, but she didn't cry either. She just held her mother's calloused hand tightly.

Her father always hoped that she would become sensible as soon as possible. She was always confused about what being sensible meant, but now she seemed to finally understand a little bit.

She also has two younger brothers who are much younger than her.

She has to learn to be strong.

The mother and daughter passed by the Silver Moon Church's church, like a drop of water falling before a storm, quietly blending into the silent night.

Standing at the door of the shabby church, Melgio looked at the injured workers and sighed softly, and worked with other priests to bandage the wounds of these poor people.

He wanted to help these poor people.

But he was worried about whether he had harmed them.

"Goddess Silver Moon...please protect your poor believers and protect them from misfortune and disaster."

Please also protect me and don’t make mistakes that I regret...

His index finger touched the silver moon hanging on his chest, he chanted softly in his mouth and prayed devoutly in his heart.

He always has an unknown premonition.

Something big is going to happen in Saifan Port...