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Chapter 754
Port Kingaron.

The security station in the port area is facing the busiest street in King Gallen 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 were full of confusion, and he couldn't recognize where it was for a while.

Clean and tidy streets, white-painted bungalows, black street lamps stand up, everything seems to be the same as before.

But what was different from the past was that the noise of the noise filled the sky, people were passing by on the street, and there were some jugglers who rode two or three wheels and shuttled quickly in the street.

There is no dignity and elegance of Tulip Street here, but it is more like the noisy Kraba Market.

as predicted.

It's all messed up here.

"you're free."

Someone said this behind him, the voice was a little cold, and there was even a hint of mockery.

"thanks……"

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

Glancing at the prison guard fiercely, he shook off his sleeves and took a step towards the street, but because he looked at the road with the back of his head, he bumped into a child holding a large stack of papers.

"Hey! Watch out for the road, old man!" The child yelled dissatisfiedly at him, but did not pester him.

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

However, Nihak didn't intend to let this guy go. His face was flushed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the kid's neck.

"What do you guys call me... You, do you know who I am!"

"I don't care who you are, you're not those iron men!" The child deftly avoided his hand, said with a playful smile, and made a face at him before leaving.

Seeing this brat's rudeness, Nihak was so angry that he wanted to catch up with him and teach him a lesson, but he felt that he had lost points by doing it. Seeing the child walking farther and farther, he could only swear a few words and stop.

"Which family's wild dog is really uneducated!"

Looking at the kid's outfit, although the clothes are a bit old, they are still clean, and he must be a child of some down-and-out noble family.There are patches on the sleeves, so ignorant, the life of this family must be very unsatisfactory, the father must be a rough man who does manual labor, and the mother must probably sell it, or eat a few meals of dirt.

After imagining the poor and humble life of that guy, Nihak felt a little better, as if he had won.

However, it didn't take long before he suddenly realized something was wrong.

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

Even the menial laborers wore cheap linen shirts and light blue canvas trousers.

Those who rode two-wheelers were more particular, wearing cotton short-sleeved shirts and trousers, with a leather girdle around their waists.

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

Although the poor in Port Kingaron have always been ignorant of etiquette, they wear whatever they have, and a curtain around their waist is also called a skirt, but for those who can afford clothes, who can wear trousers and who cannot, And what to wear on what occasion, there is a set of unwritten rules formed over the past 200 years.

When he saw the child wearing clothes earlier, he thought that the guy was a child from that down-and-out noble family. After all, most poor ghosts in the slums only wear rags, even if they had clothes, it was impossible for the child to wear them.

However, now it seems that his cognition seems to have some deviations.

It wasn't until now that he realized that there were too many "nobles" wearing clothes on this street.

Is this Port Kingaron?

Nihak was stunned, his eyes widened.

And at this moment, the noisy voice and the noisy information were also poured into his ears, and the buzzing sound made him feel like his head was about to explode.

"Selling newspapers, freshly baked newspapers! The must-eat delicacies in King Gallen Port are all on it, and there are also new things in the wasteland!"

"Old-faced steamed buns! Delicious steamed buns! There are also big freshly baked meat buns!"

"Where does the boss go? Only one gallon per mile!"

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

"I heard that the expeditionary army won the battle. Although it was a tragic victory, more than 1 people died!"

"hiss……"

"Fake it, there are only 3 people in total."

"Hey, it's not that I look down on those guys. If you say that you win with a hundred deaths, I will believe it. If you say that you win with 1 deaths, I won't believe it even if you kill them!"

"What book are you talking about?"

"Mechanical principles, mathematics, geometry... and some other miscellaneous things. I bought them from the port. It is said that they are old books that have been exchanged in Dawn City."

"What do you see this thing for?"

"One more skill and one more path, I can't stay here forever."

"There's nothing wrong with that, is it? 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 making loud noises, chatting, selling, and bargaining, making the originally quiet streets smoky.

Nihak didn't know what they were happy about, let alone what they were happy about in this messy scene.

In his era, if inferior people dared to appear on this street without a reason, his police officers would give them two sticks.And for those girls who wear pants, they will confiscate her pants and drive them away, or shut them down for a few days until her family members come to pick them up, depending on their mood.

He thought that the alliance's misconduct would make a mess here, and it was true. In just a few months, it has become a mess here.

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

Not only the low class people, but even the nobles who surrounded him, none of them came to greet him. I don't know what they are busy with.

An era of ceremonies and music has come, and people are running around in the streets like headless chickens, immersed in the sugar-coated cannonballs brought by the alliance and unable to extricate themselves.

Everything seems to be just his self-indulgence - he thinks that he is very important, and no one can live without him, so the alliance will rush to release him.

The truth is, people are better off without him.

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

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

"Mr. Nehak?"

Subconsciously reacting 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 really is you! My lord Akesh, Mr. Iser's servant."

The guy was so fatter than in the portrait, his neck was almost gone, that he almost didn't recognize it.

"Iser?" Nihak was a little confused, obviously never heard of this name.

The man saw his expression but didn't take it seriously, just continued with a warm smile.

"A nobleman like you will definitely not remember my lord. He is just a baron, and he deals with rough people like me all day long. But my lord always remembers you. At the coming-of-age ceremony banquet held by His Majesty for the fourth prince the year before last, he and You met once. He always told us that he didn't know what a real nobleman was like until he met Governor Nihak."

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

Of course, Governor Nihak remembered the fourth prince, and everyone around His Majesty, but who did he meet at the coming-of-age ceremony banquet of a certain prince, and who did he drink with? How could he remember such things?

He only remembered waking up in the bed of a countess the next morning. As for a baron, he might not even be qualified to shake hands with him at that kind of banquet.

However, although he didn't like this name from the bottom of his heart, Governor Nihak couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

None of the guys who licked their leather shoes on weekdays came to visit him, but in the end it was a guy who had a relationship with him two years ago and still missed him.

The only fly in the ointment 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 Akesh said with a smile.

"My master wants to come to pick you up in person, but he has a military order and can't withdraw from the front line. He can only entrust me to greet you."

"Military order? What military order?" Nihak said in a daze, ignorant of the outside affairs.

Akshay said with a smile.

"Naturally, it is an expeditionary force. Now in the entire wasteland...of course, including the Borneo province, which is not a wasteland at all, there is nothing more important than the war against the enemies of mankind. Not only we have sent troops, legions, Companies and colleges have sent troops."

Nihak nodded half-understood, but in fact he didn't understand at all.

What is the enemy of man?

When did the empire have another enemy?
Knowing that these things cannot be explained clearly in a few words, Akesh said smoothly.

"The reason for this is very complicated, and it won't be clear in a short while. My master has prepared a welcome banquet for you at the Kaixuan Hotel. Please follow me to the hotel box, and I will explain it to you slowly. clear."

"Then please trouble me." Nihak glanced left and right, seeing that no one else came to pick him up, so he accepted his kindness and followed behind that Issel's servant.

The two of them boarded a three-wheeled caravan to be precise.

And on the other side of the street, a Rat tribe boy in stiff clothes was looking indifferently at the prison door.

He didn't speak softly until the tricycle disappeared at the end of the street.

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

The boy from the dog tribe on the side nodded, Weng said.

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

Ashin said slowly.

"That was a long time ago, and now he is like a mouse that got out of the sewer, frightened by the people on the street, cowardly, humble, vicious... tsk tsk."

He shook his head lightly, not hiding the disgust and mockery in his eyes.

That guy was so much like his former self, if he took off his clothes and threw him into the street, his performance might not even be more calm than his own.

This is the nobility of the empire.

There are no Japanese, cattle, or elephants here, and there are clearly only different types of mice.

Kunal muttered, "I don't understand why the league doesn't just kill them."

Isn't it good to be that emperor yourself?

Make so much trouble.

They only need to go one step further west, and they will be able to take 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 god on this land.

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

Glancing at his friend, Ah Xin simply said this, and then ended the topic that would not have any results.

Pity.

He originally planned to invite that down-and-out old man to dinner, maybe he could get a connection with Tiandu and expand the business of Jiaotou Bay, but it seems that he was still a step too late, and someone was the first to follow him. That rascal.

But it doesn't matter anymore, it's unlikely that the old man would have a drink with a rat clansman like himself, and after seeing that guy's ugliness, he suddenly lost interest.

Especially when he thought that such a huge empire was dominated by such a group of bastards, he felt even more dull and unable to straighten his back.

It's better to replace these people, such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Once this idea popped up, it was out of control, and it kept fermenting in his mind.

Of course, he never thought of becoming that emperor himself, after all, the emperor's life may not be as comfortable as he is now.

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

Maybe he could invest in those people.

For example, use your network among the warlords to send them some equipment and arrange for some people to study in Dawn City.

It is actually very easy to operate. Through the hotel called "The Land of Abandoned Ships", he even got on the line with the leaders of the Tiger Army and the Black Panther Army. At least half of the resources are sold to King Gallen Port through his shadow port.

Although the risks involved are high, what if those Moon Clan people succeed?

The return that investing in a new dynasty can bring is much greater than investing in a down-and-out old aristocrat...

……

At this moment, Governor Nihak didn't know that a certain Ratman boy was staring at his back and thinking about something outrageous.

Following Aksh to the Kaixuan Hotel, he was completely stunned by the table of food in front of him.

Compared with this assortment of delicacies, the box lunch he ate in prison is simply pig food!
Looking at the wolf-hungry former governor, Akesh just wanted to comfort you by saying that he was starving you in prison, but seeing his slack neck, he held back the words.

Apparently, the alliance didn't starve him. In just a few months, he was almost fed to a pig. The blood flowing in those noble blood vessels was probably full of fat.

Resisting the urge to ridicule, Aksh stood by his side and respectfully told all the things that happened during this period, especially highlighting the stupidity of General Babita on the northern front and the stupidity of his master on the southern front. The hardships of thread-eating worms.

Satisfied, Nihak wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stopped him in distaste when he heard about eating worms.

"Okay, okay, I understand the situation, this matter is easy to handle, I will speak a few words to His Majesty for you, change that Baron Babita to the south, and transfer your master to the north."

Anyway, looking at the titles of those guys, it seems that His Majesty didn't pay much attention to the expeditionary army.

After all, the baron is the commander of ten thousand men, and this army probably doesn't even have a few professional soldiers. If they die, it's just a group of serfs. The sum of oil and water for a hundred people is not as much as that of a regular army soldier.

Arranging a few barons is just a matter of lip service for him.

Hearing this, Aksh almost choked on his saliva, and said quickly.

"Your Excellency can't... change us to the north, can't we... have to take the blame for General Babita? The hardships we have suffered on the southern front will be in vain!"

"It makes sense for you to say that," Nihak burped, and said lazily, "Well, I don't bother to think about such a trivial matter, and you guys look at asking for conditions. If it's not too much, I'm busy helped."

Hearing this sentence, Aksh suddenly became refreshed, and approached him with a flattering smile and whispered a few words in his ear.

"...We don't ask much, as long as His Majesty divides the expeditionary army into the southern army and the northern army, it will be more convenient for 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. Send a message The telegram has to be forwarded twice."

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

Akesh is also a person who knows how to deal with things. He gave the servant next to him a look, and immediately picked up a suitcase and put it gently on the seat beside the table.

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

Nihak stretched out his oily hand to open the box and took a look, but was startled by the stack of golden banknotes.

Dinar Gold Ticket!
These banknotes with special anti-counterfeiting marks can be exchanged for dinars of equal denomination in Triumph City.

Although this thing only circulates in the west of the Central Continent, the west coast of Borneo Province often has merchant ships from the Willante people. Those Willante merchants all recognize this thing, and the maximum charge is 10%~5% depending on the situation. Discount.

He roughly counted, such a box of banknotes added up to at least 50 dinars.

That's equivalent to 500 strong slaves!
"It seems that your master is living a good life." Nihak narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Akesh with a half-smile.

This amount of money was not worth his consideration, but it really surprised him that a mere baron could spend 50 dinars.

Aksh made a wry smile and sighed softly.

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

"Ah."

Nihak laughed, didn't take his words seriously, and just accepted the box.

"Indeed, Isaiah, I remember your master's name. That's right...how do I get back to Heaven from here?"

Akesh said quickly.

"Don't worry, we will definitely not let you go on the road alone. We have arranged a boat at the port. It will take you safely to Xifan Port, which is the territory of the Weilante people. We will arrange it there I will take you to Tiandu in a carriage."

Hearing these words, Nihak finally let go of all his worries and anxieties, and nodded in satisfaction.

"A man who knows how to do things."

With a smile on his face, Akesh said politely.

"As long as you are satisfied."

At the same time, at the port of King Gallen, a cargo ship with the white bear flag was berthing beside the pier.

The freighter's cargo hold is filled with canned herring and distilled spirits produced in Port Cum Gallon.

These two things are the favorites of the middle and lower ranks of the Legion and soldiers at the grassroots level.

Although the distilled spirits produced in Port of Kingaron are not as good as those produced in Aurora City in terms of craftsmanship, flavor, or style, most of the equipment used in the distilleries here is eliminated from Aurora City and Dawn City, so there is nothing too big difference.

Now that the electronic pass has been opened for some time, going to the territory of the legion is no longer a fatal thing, as long as you don't die and run around.

Tail intends to go to the "Westport" controlled by the Legion. Sesame Paste and Rourou are also curious about what it looks like there, but Sis doesn't care where they go, so the three of them hit it off and decided on the destination of the next voyage .

Rourou, with his arms on the mast, yawned and muttered boredly.

"When can we go?"

Standing on the deck, Sisi glanced at the list in his hand and rubbed his index finger against his chin.

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

Nihak.

The person with the same name as this guy probably doesn't exist in this port.

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

"Oh! Is that the guy who sells fur!" Tail moved over curiously.

"The guy who sells fur? That's not it... By the way, why do you still remember that person? I almost forgot his name." Sisi said helplessly.

With a teasing expression, Tail smirked and poked her waist lightly with his index finger.

"As expected of Si, ruthless woman!"

Rourou looked over with a surprised expression, Sesame Paste also raised cat ears curiously.

"what's the situation?"

"Could it be that there were other stories... that happened when we didn't know?"

Looking at those gossip eyes, Sisi said dumbfoundedly: "What the hell... It was just a friendship that I met a few times."

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

From Red River Town to the oasis and castle in the desert, to the bay on the edge of the desert, the tropical Baiyue Strait, and the remote King Gallen Port.

If it wasn't for the phrase "I want to travel" from Sesame Paste and the phrase "Sounds interesting" from the tail, I might not have gone so far, but like most ordinary players, follow the planned and designed game progress experience game.

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

What the hell is going on in this world?

She thought about this question more than once, and even tried to private message 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 pass the level can know...

While a few good friends were laughing and joking, Governor Nihak, carrying a suitcase, was escorted down to the pier by Aksh.

Standing on the pier, he raised his eyes to the deck, just in time to see the talking white bear.

He froze for a moment, and the bad memories from a few months ago flooded into his mind in an instant, and panic gradually appeared on his face.

Not wanting the servants behind him to see the timidity in his eyes, he coughed pretending to be calm, and said hastily in a low voice.

"Why is there a bear on it? Can I change the boat?"

Akesh froze for a moment, and said with a look of embarrassment.

"My lord, no problem, no problem...but this is the only ship going from here to Xifan Port recently. The ferry of the Yongliu River is still blocked, and Xifan Port is not fully open to King Gallen Port. , only the merchant ships of the Alliance and Legion will not be affected, if you want to go back as soon as possible, you can only make up for it."

In fact, there were other ships, and he only had to wait for two days, but he really didn't dare to wait any longer.

If General Babita's battle report is sent to Tiandu first, his master's 50 dinars may be wasted.

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

Hearing that this was the only ship, Nihak cursed inwardly, but he could only bite the bullet and walk up to the deck.

Going home on an alliance ship...

It's really unlucky in eight lifetimes!

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

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

Nihak stared back fiercely with a straight face.

"Any questions?"

"No... I just feel that you are a lot fatter than you were a few months ago." The crew member looked at him with a strange expression, and looked back before the latter got angry, and made a gesture of please, " Your room is at the end of the corridor on the right hand side of the lower deck, please follow me."

As the last passenger boarded, the Meat blew its whistle and slowly left the pier.

At this moment, the vast majority of the residents of King Gallen Harbor didn't even know that their governor had left the prison and rolled out of King Galleon Harbor in despair.

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

In just a few months, they created a miracle that has not been born on this land for 200 years.There is not only gratitude for the alliance in their hearts, but also a trace of pride that they have never had before.

Although there are still some down-and-out aristocrats and old insurances who miss the old order, but even they have to admit that life is indeed better than before.

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

In fact, those machines are not that difficult to operate, and the doorway is not necessarily more than farming, and the slaves may not be able to do it badly, maybe they can do it faster and better.

But they can only think about it.

At least here, it’s not up to them how they came about. Those “inferior people” who stood up almost regarded the “Iron Man” as a god on the ground...

At the same time that Nihak was leaving with his suitcase, a telegram from the Governor's Office of Chips Harbor was delivered to Chu Guang at the same time.

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

Above the wasteland of Weifu, aboard the Heart of Steel.

After reading the report from Potato Chips Port, Chu Guang made a phone call with the foreign minister of the alliance, and gave his instructions in a concise manner.

"Let the "Daily Survivor" release the news, and there is no need to report it with great fanfare. Just put it in the middle or at the end of the page and mention that 'Governor Nihak has returned home'. In addition, Duke Galava Get in touch and give them a lift."

The Legion sent 10 additional divisions to the front line, and colleges and enterprises also stepped up reinforcements to the front line.

He had a premonition that when the old bomb was dismantled, a new powder keg would pop up again.

The cohesion needs to be united, not to disperse the fire after the battle. He has to eliminate as much as possible all hidden dangers that may ignite the powder keg.

After all, the Empire is an out-of-the-box guy, and the Legion's ranks are factional and full of opportunists.

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

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

"Okay, sir."

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

The vanguard of the coalition forces is entering Haiya Province.

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

(End of this chapter)