Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

There are two criteria used by mainlanders in Nabaron to distinguish the "upper class" in big cities from the "inferior class" in towns and villages. One is whether there is electricity and gas, and the other is whether there is a wired telephone.

There are electric lights to illuminate, gas to heat and boil water, and when asked for contact information, they can calmly report their landline and phone number in addition to their home address. This is the standard portrait of the middle class in big cities in Nabaron mainland.

Why add the big cities in front of the middle class?

Because small towns such as Camerle Town in Shiga Principality or Westham Town in Rhine Kingdom, even if there are cheap ones close to big cities (power plants are usually near big cities), some blocks can have electricity, gas pipelines and cable lines. There was no way to get the phone - the construction and maintenance costs were too high for the gas company and the communication company to do this kind of loss-making business.

In a big city like Inadoli, there are only a few blocks that can meet the supply of electricity and gas, and the ringing of telephones can only be heard in wealthy areas.

If the vast majority of Inadrian citizens want to contact their families when they are away from home, the only means of communication they can count on is letters and telegrams—the latter must be provided that there is a local telegraph office.

Of course Westham doesn't have a telegraph office...While Westham has a block with electricity, the Post and Telegraph Company doesn't think the business revenue generated by this town can guarantee a return on investment-the income of the post office here can only barely support the superintendent With three postmen, the surplus sent to the headquarters is pitifully small.

However, in the past ten days or so, the Westham post office has been much more comfortable. A large number of letters have been sent back and forth between Westham and Innad, and a lot of stamps have been sold.

In the early morning of this day, when the sky was hazy, the 23-year-old young postman Porsha Lowry put on a windbreaker and went out to the post office.

The postal industry in this world is not dominated by the state, but like electricity, gas, and wired telephones, it is arranged by powerful aristocrats in various countries, and it is a private profit-making unit.

The post offices opened in various places are like chain stores. The director is the store manager, and the postman is the employee. There is no intersection with the local administrative department. Even the mayor of the town wants to send letters and parcels, and he has to pay honestly.

When Porsha Lowry entered the post office opened on the south section of Martin Street, the chief and two other old employees had also arrived.

After a brief greeting, the director began to assign tasks to the three postmen: "Laurie, you are going to the city today. Matt, Ben, you are delivering letters to the countryside."

"Hi! Dude!" Matt raised his hands and shouted after hearing this arrangement, "Why is Laurie coming to town again, so it should be my turn?"

The director glared at Matt impatiently: "Whenever you can not be delayed on the road like others and return on time on the same day, I will let you go."

Matt was so annoyed that he didn't speak out after all.

There is one horse-drawn carriage and three bicycles for mail. Usually, postmen use bicycles to deliver letters to the town and the surrounding countryside. The horse-drawn carriage to Innatrix is ​​only used once a week or two.

No one likes to deliver letters to the countryside. When there are enough letters and parcels in the authorities, the three postmen look forward to being able to drive to Innadali by themselves-they can receive two meal subsidies, and they can also go to Innadali. Who wouldn't like it if you take a walk in Licheng.

Bosha didn't dare to show complacency under the jealous eyes of Matt, an old employee. He only clenched his fist excitedly when he came out of the bureau and went to the rental car dealership next door to lead the carriage.

When the post office can't use the horse-drawn carriage, it will put the horse and the vehicle in the rental car shop, which can also increase a little extra income.

With the help of two old employees, he filled the carriage with letters and parcels. When Bosha sat in the driving seat and was about to set off, Ben took advantage of the gap that Matt, who was angry, didn't notice, and winked his eyes at Bosha.

Bosha remained calm, nodded slightly at Ben, shook the reins and set off.

Next... Bosha first went to Ben's house, and took a package from Ben's wife that weighed more than ten kilograms and was wrapped in old fur skin; Take out the cardboard box hidden in the closet from his room...

The postage is very expensive. It costs three copper coins to send a letter to Innadri, and the package is priced by weight.

Carrying private goods while entering the city is the default gray income among postmen in small towns; if there is more space in the car, the postmen will find one or two paid ride-hailing customers in advance.

Matt is a guy who likes to eat alone, and when it was his turn to drive into town, he never wanted to share the benefits with others, so it's no wonder that Porza and Ben teamed up to exclude him.

The carriages and bicycles of the post office are uniformly distributed by the headquarters of the postal company. The vehicles are very strong, and the horses are not ordinary horses, but one-horned gray horses mixed with monster blood; It is also covered with a layer of gray hair of different lengths. It is not handsome, but its feet are strong and its endurance is stronger than that of a cow. It is a common horse that travels between cities.

When the carriage pulled by the one-horned gray horse left the town, Bosha saw those wandering skeletons again—they seemed to have just returned from outside the town, and the bones were still stained with dew, glistening in the morning sun.

Carrying half-bulged woven bags, these skeletons entered the town gate carelessly. When they passed by the carriage, they curiously turned the unaccustomed skeleton face towards the one-horned gray man pulling the carriage. The horse looked straight up and made a weird sound of "KABAKABA".

"This horse is still a first-class monster."

"Don't even think about it, green name, you can't brush it."

Bosha tried hard not to look sideways, and got the carriage out of town before he dared to look back.

I really don't know how long these skeletons will stay in the town... Although he is very happy that the cheap and good goods brought by the new lord have increased the income of the post office (many townspeople send fabrics to Inadoli's relatives), but Bosha is really not happy. Willing to let their children grow up under the "companion" of the town full of skeletons.

"Good luck is always accompanied by bad luck." He muttered a Rhine proverb to himself, and Bosha cheered up and waved his horsewhip.

The [-]-kilometer journey took more than three hours even with a one-horned gray horse-drawn carriage. It was almost noon when Bosha arrived at Inadili.

The carriage of the post office is painted with green paint, plus the standard windproof cloak worn by Bosha and the post office uniform under the cloak are the most deviant city passes. OK.

Bosha drove into the city in a carriage, went to South Street first, and handed Ben and his "private goods" to the owner of a grocery store—this owner was Ben's brother-in-law, and he asked his son to secretly carry these Personal letters, packages, etc. were delivered to the paying customers, and some of the letters and packages that did not buy stamps were sorted out and handed over to Bosha to bring them back.

Bosha got out of the carriage, folded the thick package on a cardboard box and carried it into the grocery store, and told the shopkeeper: "This time it's not a letter, it's a good thing that Ben and I bought in Westham. We put it on the shelves."

Ben's brother-in-law is a fat middle-aged man, his eyes lit up when he heard this: "Is it those 'dead cloth'?"

Not long after the new lord sent someone to sell it publicly on Martin Street, some of Westham's cloth flowed out to Inadoli and spread among the low-level citizens.

The solid, dense, colorful, and intricately patterned cloth is incredibly cheap, and it will naturally arouse heated discussions among low-level citizens; if it weren’t for the closure of Westham’s red-light district, the change of lord, and the rumors of undead activities during the day, it would also spread. There was a lot of uproar, and countless small businessmen rushed to Westham with money.

Borsha nodded proudly.

It was not easy for him to save enough cloth for this cardboard box. The whole family took out the money of more than a dozen people and took turns to line up on Martin Street every day... Except for the five meters of cloth left for his wife to make a skirt, he brought everything else to him. come out.

Ben's brother-in-law hurriedly untied the fur wrapper, only glanced at the fabric on the surface, smiled, and said confidently: "You can come to get the money when you go back, and I promise to sell it all in one noon!"

"Then I will trouble you." Bosha nodded with a smile, "Don't forget, the rice price is lower than [-] copper coins and it will never be sold."

"Don't worry!" Ben's brother-in-law slapped his chest.

After coming out of the grocery store, Bosha drove the carriage straight into the Innatrix Post Office.

The Innatrix Post Office is much larger than the Westham Post Office in terms of architectural specifications and personnel scale. Not only is there a telegraph office window, but there is even a large courtyard in the office that can park six carriages—the entire Innatrix territory 20 Letters and parcels from multiple towns will be transferred here, so naturally it is not comparable to the post office in a small town.

In the past, when Porsha came to the Innadri post office, not many people would care about him. This time, he had just parked the carriage, and several people surrounded him with a whimper.

"Hey, Laurie, what's the matter with Westem?"

"Is your new lord there a black mage?"

"I heard that Westem is full of undead?"

"I had an uncle who went to Westham and never came back. Have you seen him?"

There was so much noise that Bosha didn’t know which one to answer first. Just as he was in a state of confusion, the chief who called out from the window on the second floor rescued him: “Is Westem here? Hurry up! Come up!"

Porsha apologized to a group of local employees and trot into the post office building.

In the office, Mr. Bosha, who had only met a few times, asked with concern, "Has the new lord of Westham affected the business of the post office?"

"Uh... Yes, the business in the bureau has improved a lot, and many people have come to post packages and letters." Bosha said nervously.

"I mean, has the new lord interfered with you?" Mr. Chief asked again.

"No." Bosha quickly shook his head, "The new lord and... the newly appointed mayor of the undead town have never visited the post office once."

When Mr. Chief heard the word "undead mayor", his face paled and he took a deep breath: "Ms. Gold Coin... the mayor of Westham is also an undead?!"

The news that Westham's new lord was the illegitimate son of a viscount had spread through the town a week ago.

The fact that nobles have illegitimate children is not considered news in this world at all—not to mention nobles, businessmen, and even middle-class people with relatively considerable incomes are semi-openly raising mistresses.

There are many "inspirational" stories about excellent illegitimate children being taken back to the main house by the father of a nobleman or a big businessman, and receiving some family resources.

As long as the mother doesn't spread too unbearable rumors, such as being promiscuous and poorly born, it is impossible for the illegitimate son of a nobleman to become a lord of a place to attract widespread attention; This matter is not even qualified to be a topic of conversation among the citizens of Innadri.

With undead, the nature of this matter is different... Lords everywhere welcome spellcasters to build mage towers, but no lord would welcome black mages!

Posha Laurie could not want others to see his hometown as a scourge, and weakly argued: "Even so... But these undead did not make Westham worse..."

Turn off the red-light district, at least his wife will not be looked at by some boring villagers when she goes back to the countryside to visit her relatives--Westham's reputation before is really not very good, if a young woman says she lives in Westham , in the eyes of others, it seems to smell like a prostitute.

What's more, the master of the undead, Lord Rex, is a very kind gentleman. He not only sells the high-quality cloth to the townspeople at a low price, but also provides jobs for those who have nothing to live in the town—— Their neighbor, an old widow in her 40s, could no longer do laundry after the red-light district was closed. At least she was able to get lunch and dinner every day at the Environmental Sanitation Bureau.

"How bad can it become?" The chief misunderstood what Bosha meant, and sighed pessimistically, "Don't rush back, follow me to the City Lord's Mansion, Your Excellency III wants to see the people from Westem .”

Bosha was stunned for a moment.

The owner of Innad's collar, Adela III, wants to see him? !

Half an hour later, the City Lord's Mansion.

The highest status person I have ever seen in my life is Bosha Laurie, the butler of Baron Marcus, the former lord of Westham. The lofty lord.

It was probably the first time in his life that Adela III received such lowly town civilians in the side hall of his home. From the sight of Bosha Laurie's hair tousled by the wind, the dusty crumpled postman's uniform Sweeping his dirty shoes on the marble floor, he frowned in displeasure.

If he hadn't been really curious about Westem's current situation... Sanshi would have asked his servants to drive this unseemly commoner out.

"Look up, commoner." The third pinched his nose and said, "Tell me what's going on with Westem now."

"Yes, yes, my lord." Bosha said tremblingly, "Westem, Westem are now under the control of those undead, and one of the undead is the mayor of the town. There's a notice posted on the website, wanting to hire townspeople to work for them—"

"It's unreasonable!" The third generation slapped the handrail angrily, "Charlie Rex actually let the undead be the mayor?!"

Bosha was so frightened that he stopped breathing, and didn't dare to say the rest...

The real owner of Innad's collar is the Bartleys family.

Of course, the small territory under the Innad's leadership also belonged to the Bartleys family - half of the population tax and agricultural tax for the small nobles had to be paid to King Adela III.

In the final analysis... The Bartles family divided their own territory to these small nobles for the same purpose as the king's entrustment of the land to the big nobles: to manage the territory and the people on their behalf, and to provide donations according to the rules in normal times, and to provide them in times of war. Sources of soldiers and food.

The king will send consuls to monitor the big nobles, and the big nobles will also send consuls to watch the small nobles.

Charlie Rex snatched Baron Marcus's Westam by means of extortion. In a sense, it was nothing more than two dogs vying to serve the Bartles family... Anyway, they were all their dogs, even if The black magician Yang is very disrespectful, and the third generation can barely recognize it by pinching his nose.

The illegitimate son Rex took Westem, and he didn't even bother to ask Adela III's attitude in the selection of the mayor, so it's no wonder that the third is going to be furious...

Knowing this, Sanshi didn't need to continue to ask about Westem's situation, and waved away the stunned Bosha Laurie, and asked the housekeeper to recruit people from the city defense team.

The third is not going to fight Westem... To teach a disobedient dog in his own home does not have to go to the level of a territorial war. He just intends to let the city defense team go to Westem to "inspect" it. Show off your muscles and let that defiant black mage and that illegitimate bastard who thinks he is backed by a black mage know who is the real master of the land of Inandri.

Bosha left the city lord's mansion in despair, and kept confirming to the chief who brought him here: "Did I say something wrong, sir, did I anger His Excellency the Third?"

"Don't worry, the third generation is not angry because of you." The chief patted the shoulder of the young man in the small town, and sighed, "Go back earlier and tell your chief not to let your family members go out for a few days."

After hearing this, Bosha was even more afraid...

It’s just that he is a small employee of the post office. It’s useless to be afraid and worry. He handed over the letter package and loaded all the letters to be sent to Westham in the car. Nadal Post Office.

At the grocery store on South Street, Ben’s brother-in-law came out of the store excitedly when he saw the post office carriage: “I’m a man of my word, Bosha, and I can sell the goods if I can sell them at noon... Hey , buddy, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Bo Sha forced himself to get out of the carriage, "How much did you sell for?"

Ben's brother-in-law brought Boshala into the store and came out with a small money box full of copper coins.

Holding the heavy cash box in his hand, most of the nervousness in Bosha's heart disappeared immediately, and a smile appeared on his face.

"One more thing, someone wants to take a ride back to Westham, is there room in the car?" Ben's brother-in-law asked again.

"Sit down." Bosha nodded immediately, and there was no reason to refuse the extra income delivered to the door.

Ben's brother-in-law charged [-]% of the labor fee for helping them with "private work", and copper coins would also be credited to customers who helped them get a ride. The son called, and told him to fetch the passengers who hoped to find a coach for Westham.

Westham does not have a decent pillar industry. Young people can’t find a living in the town, and working in Inadoli is the best way out; the few passengers who want to hitchhike this time are the town of Westham Bosha could name the people on board.

A girl in her twenties lived on the same street as Bosha's family. When she saw Bosha's childhood playmate, she asked anxiously, "Bosha, is my family okay?"

"Of course it's all right, Caroline." Bosha helped the girl from the neighbor's house stuff the luggage into the space above the letter box, and comforted him, "I just saw Aunt Winnie go shopping on Martin Street yesterday, and she looked very good." good."

Relieved, the young girl Caroline climbed into the carriage with her skirt up and sat down next to the letter box.

Another young man climbed into the car behind Caroline, and said: "I just said that nothing serious will happen, otherwise the city lord would have sent the city defense troops over. Bosha is still going to West The fact that I sent a letter from Tom's side proves that I am right."

The last two passengers laughed and scolded: "Don't brag, who is so worried that they can't sleep well for several days and have been scolded by the supervisor?"

"That's right, if it wasn't for being pulled by someone, I would have walked back with my feet."

Bosha's expression was not as relaxed as those of his peers, but he didn't dare to bring up the fact that he had just been to the City Lord's Mansion and saw His Excellency the City Lord lose his temper with his own eyes—in case something serious happened, then he Can not take responsibility.

Under heavy psychological pressure, Bo Shaqiang closed the door of the carriage without incident, and drove out of the city.

Along the way, a few passengers lay down at the small window from time to time to talk to him and ask him about the situation in Westham Town, and Bosha only dared to choose the best ones...

Just before three o'clock in the afternoon, the carriage drove into Westham.

At this time, when the market was bustling, the passengers who hitchhiked got off at the gate of the town, and saw the endless stream of farmers entering the town to go to the market, and the stones hanging in their hearts were completely let go—except for the gate of the town. The colorful lights on the big tree are gone, the town is no different from when they left home to work in the first half of the year!

Even the militiamen guarding the town gate are familiar faces!

The people walking on the street are also old acquaintances——

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Caroline, a young girl who worked in a high-end restaurant in the southern city of Inadoli, screamed heart-piercingly when the bag she was carrying fell to the ground.

The other three young people were also terrified and hugged tightly.

Farmers carrying loads and wheelbarrows walking towards Martin Street, townspeople carrying vegetable baskets, and... two players who came out from the main road in the town were all frightened by the horrific screams. look down.

It was found that the person who was making the cry was a young girl, and the girl pointed her finger at the two undead in horror...

"Scare me!"

"I thought it was something, really..."

The farmers who were busy selling vegetables glared dissatisfiedly at Caroline who made a fuss, muttered a few words complainingly, and continued to work on their own affairs.

The housewife, who was frightened by the sudden scream, rolled her eyes at Caroline in dissatisfaction.

The two undead found that the calls were directed at them, and they made a "KABAKABA" sound, and they didn't know if they were protesting...

Caroline herself, and the three young migrant workers who were also frightened, were all dumbfounded...

Bosha, who hadn't driven the carriage away, was extremely embarrassed: "Didn't I say that there are many undead in the town now... If you are afraid, just don't look at them, and they don't deal with other people much."

Still in shock, Caroline & the three young migrant workers: "..."