Something's wrong with my undead

Until they left the Lord's Mansion, the three players didn't understand why Heine made this decision.

After all, in their opinion, this battle was fought hard, but the spoils were completely unequal to the effort. How could this work?

Even Megumin couldn't help but mutter: "Do you think he is too noble? Berio didn't say he would definitely join McCalla, right?"

Mr. Sa: "That's true, but in my impression, Heine has never done any loss-making business."

Huihui: "Where's Mr. Shanghai? What do you think of Mr. Shanghai?"

Zhu Sheep: "It's started, right? I knew I couldn't start it like this."

Huihui: "Hehe, it's just a joke. I'm not Mr. Sa. I talk about it all the time."

Zhu Sheang: "I think there is something wrong with our way of thinking. After all, he is an aborigine. Some concepts are influenced by the aboriginal people, but we have not adapted yet. This is why the 'wisdom of the aboriginal people' has been incredible countless times before. "

Mr. Sa: "So isn't this still about 'trusting the wisdom of the indigenous people'?"

Catching Sheep: "Indeed."

They wandered to the Silver Market while chatting.

Heine gave the three of them a day off. They had nothing to do anyway, so why not take a stroll.

Seeing all kinds of people coming and going on the street, the three of them were actually in a trance.

There were other races in the Silver Market, such as half-elves and Konu, but it was absolutely impossible to see elves and dwarves.

There are even Zanluo people!

The caravans of the Split Toe Clan often ride down on flying dragons to deliver supplies, so there are still Zanluo merchants active in the market.

In addition, as the database is established and its content continues to be enriched, information about multiple races outside of McCalla and visible evidence will enrich the worldview of the McCalla people, and they will not be surprised to see aliens.

Coupled with the holographic notice board standing in the center of the market, the three upper sides display three different kinds of information. The magic characters flow and flash, and it actually looks like a futuristic technology.

The Silver Market in front of me was ten times more beautiful than in the game.

Megumin: "Suddenly I felt that my tear glands were working, and I had an urge to cry."

Mr. Sa: "I'm so envious that you actually have tear ducts."

Megumin: "You can die if you don't ruin the atmosphere!"

Mr. Sa: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I also feel that my tear glands are working, and I have the urge to cry out of fear."

Zhuoyang suddenly pointed to the place in front where there were the most people and asked, "What are you doing?"

No one could answer, so the three of them squeezed through effortlessly with their level six strength.

But after squeezing in, Mr. Sa said suspiciously: "No, Sister Hui, aren't you an intelligence professional? Didn't you just scan it with your senses and that's it?"

Megumin: "I am a gladiator now. This is called strictly abiding by the professional settings."

Mr. Sa: "彳亍."

The crowd gathered around a burly Nice man.

He held a newspaper with his thick fingers and stumbled while reading, looking particularly funny.

Megumin: "I remember this guy, his name is Olivier."

Catching Sheep: "Is he the prisoner from last time?"

Megumin: "Yes, he is the unlucky guy who almost caused a mutiny by taunting his teammates after the defeat, and then was ripped out of his mind by the Northeastern people."

Mr. Sa: "I thought he was an agent of the Luku people. It was obvious that the Yankees were defeated, but he was as happy as if he had won."

What Olivier was thinking about was that he was caught by the law enforcement team after reselling holy water in Vittel City.

But the people of McCalla don't understand the basics of this story at all.

For example, why do the Luku people and the Nice people have a feud?

Why is it that holy water can obviously cure diseases but is not sold on one side and not allowed to be bought on the other side?

Why are there so many taboos, but there is still a black market circulating? The law enforcement team will only punish the resellers, but not destroy the black market?

People outside are really naughty.

Olivier was constantly interrupted and had to stop and explain to them one by one.

He had expected that the Meikarans would laugh at him, and then ridicule the Temple or the Eternal Dawn's foolish policies.

But who would have thought that after listening to his explanation, they all lamented that this was a stubborn disease left by their predecessors, and those who suffered would always be ordinary people living today.

Hearing these sentiments, he couldn't help but think of the Four-Power Pact.

Unexpectedly, the people of McCalla didn't hate them at all...

He couldn't help but ask: "Do you know the Four-Power Pact?"

"Of course I do."

A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old next to him replied: "It's a blockade in four directions. We are not allowed to contact the outside world, and we are not allowed to have outside information flow in. If it weren't for the lord, we wouldn't even know there is a sea in this world." Woolen cloth."

Actually know?

Olivier was even more surprised.

But the people around him didn't make much fuss. Some people even added to the young man's words, saying that this was not comprehensive enough. In addition to the information blockade, there was also an economic blockade and so on.

The more Olivier listened, the more surprised he became. They actually knew the "Four-Nation Pact" better than he did...

Even he just knew that there was such a thing, and based on this, he continued to solidify the understanding that "McCarra is a bunch of rubes."

He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"So you...don't hate us?" he asked, his voice getting more nervous.

He knew it was offensive, but his thirst for answers emboldened him to ask.

"Hate? There was indeed a bit at first. After all, we didn't do anything wrong. Why do people outside treat us like that?"

An old man replied: "But then I thought about the disaster outside, and I couldn't help but wonder, has the disaster turned you into this, so you hate and hate for no reason? If so, you should be hated. It’s the disaster itself, not you who are also affected, and you deserve sympathy.”

"Yes, what's the difference between us? It's nothing more than Sai Weng's great legacy that has protected McCalla, so we are taking it out now so that everyone can enjoy Sai Weng's protection."

"You're right. Who is that? Olivier, right? It's time for you to continue telling the story. I still have to decide whether to buy today's newspaper or not."

"Yeah, come on, come on, these questions can wait until you finish reading the newspaper."

Listening to everyone's urging, Olivier hurriedly picked up the newspaper and began to read along with the content.

But the words he just heard echoed in his heart, over and over again, like clear water, washing away the anger and hatred deep in his heart.

...

Looking at this scene, the three people joining in the fun couldn't help but be speechless.

Megumin: "Why do you feel that this year's NPCs are too noble?"

Mr. Sa: "Didn't my father teach you well?"

Zhu Sheep: "Your father is really awesome when something happens, but Heine is nothing if nothing happens, right, Mr. Sa?"

Mr. Sa: "No, what is Cyber's foster father? jpg. He is my foster father only when I admit it. I can ask for it on demand and admit it unilaterally. Just learn from it!"

Even though they were used to him being so shameless, his skill and plausibility still opened their eyes.

Huihui asked curiously: "By the way, have you seen this newspaper?"

Zhu Sheep: "It probably happened while we were on a business trip. Ask the people next to you."

Megumin looked around and found a Zanluo man with black and white hair, so he stepped forward to ask what was going on.

This Zanluo man seemed to be a businessman. He was very articulate and could explain the origin of this newspaper in just a few words.

After finishing speaking, he added: "There is nothing strange about newspapers. It is not surprising that it needs 0.1 contribution points, but the blame lies in its business model."

"What mode?" Huihui asked.

"The tavern owner named Roger Heimer said that they use McCalla's assets to run the newspaper, so the newspaper belongs to all McCalla people. No matter who has a good story, they can submit it and get a reward in the morning. Opportunity to read one-third in public for publicity.

"Then, no matter how much the newspaper is sold that day, the contributor can get a considerable share of it. If he personally participates in the printing of the newspaper, he can get a higher proportion of the share depending on the amount of labor..."

The Zanluo people were already a little crazy when they said this.

“Didn’t that man named Roger realize that he was giving away a good opportunity to make money to others?

"How could there be such an idiot... Oh my God, here we go again..."

He suddenly picked his ears hard several times and slapped himself twice, and then he felt a little better.

Megumin: "Are you... okay?"

"It's okay, I just occasionally have auditory hallucinations. I always hear children scolding me. This place in McCalla is really weird..."

The Zanluo people started talking again, talking about the strange things they had seen, but did not mention anything about the newspaper.

Megumin casually relayed the Zanluo language to the other two people, then rejected the other party's idea of ​​buying her a drink and returned to the crowd.

"I think I may know the answer," Zhu Sheep said.