Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Before the age of 16, Hal Maxwell lived a good life as a young man of a wealthy family in the northern heavy industrial city of the Kenyan Empire. Before the age of 25, Tuttle Joe was also the son of a middle-class family in Kargath, a metropolis in the Rhine Kingdom. Excellent successors, these two people have seen the world, and their vision is different from ordinary people who are astonished as heaven after eating instant noodles.

When Yang tricked them into the depths of the Tarantan wasteland, the two of them were not like Pansy, who had never been rich in his life, who regarded the daily necessities Yang gave them as rare things—instant noodles made of fine flour and deep-fried. Whether it’s cakes, plastic-packed toast bread, bulk cakes, starchy ham sausages, or bulk snacks, it’s not too much beyond their cognition...that is, they are surprised by the generous (actually abused) amount of industrial condiments That's all.

In short... In the eyes of Hal and Tuttle, the living supplies provided by Yang can represent the sincerity of the evil black magician to buy their hearts, but it is not enough to make them work hard-whether it is the northern city of the Kenyan Empire or the Rhine It's not like they haven't enjoyed a better material life in Kargas, the big city of the kingdom.

This kind of "arrogant" mentality was only slapped when he was sent to Inadoli City to perform tasks.

These three brothers are all on the most wanted list, so it must be impossible for them to spend time in a non-home city like Innatrix, and they don’t have much money...they are destined to hang out in the tavern area of ​​St. Joseph Avenue, Hotel area and free market area.

So they have the opportunity to have a good recollection of the people's livelihood in this world...

The people at the bottom of this world cannot enjoy the treatment of having their wallets swept away by industrial food—the bottom really doesn’t have much financial resources, and they can’t form a huge market enough to feed food giants, like the United States who monopolize their people’s food baskets with ultra-low-cost junk food Oligarchies will naturally not be born.

As for the government taking the lead in launching the vegetable basket project... then don't even dream about it.

It is not in the interests of the ruling class to let the most dead common people have enough to eat and do nothing all day long, and have time to think about it. The more stable and feudal the ruler is, the less he wants the civilians they enslave to have the strength to rebel.

In other words, the livelihood of the general public in this world is very natural, without industry, and without pollution... Not only is there no fertilizer hormone in the production process of food raw materials, the food processing link is also very natural and primitive, and there is no need to worry about any industry Additives—Of course, the accompanying problems of high cost, low output, uneven quality, and excessive market price fluctuations are also inevitable.

In the east of St. Joseph Street, near the Guancheng River, there are more than 20 mills that are driven by ancient hydraulic power and mainly processed by stone mills, which provide the daily needs of hundreds of thousands of civilians in the city of Innatrix. Wheat flour and Corn flour; these coarsely processed flour with wheat bran and impurities are distributed to various markets and shops, and are made into bread and flour cakes, which are then sent to thousands of households.

The bread that Tuttle couldn't swallow after only a few bites was just a kind of food made from coarsely processed whole grains, even though the cook in the tavern coated the upward side of the bread to increase the flavor. Butter, I used a knife to cut open the interlayer of the bread, and stuffed a lot of shredded meat, shredded vegetables and jam into it, which couldn't hide the fact that this stuff was poor in palatability, bland in taste, and still stuck in my throat.

Not to mention the semi-finished vegetable bags heated by the orc girl Lika in the canteen of the undead. Tuttle felt that when he was squatting in the town of exile and cooking food by himself, the big bags that Yang casually threw to them every week The toast bread is enough to compare this kind of bread, which is regarded as the signature staple food of this tavern, to the ground.

Pansy wasn't so disgusted with the semolina bread he was used to eating, but he had a problem with the malt beer brewed by the tavern owner...Why didn't he think it was so bad before?Why is it so different from the bottled beer sold in the Undead Canteen?

"Didn't I spread the news to the women (prostitutes) on the street before, and gave them some money to let them spread the word? I received a reply last night, and the news has spread to the high-end clubs on the North Street .”

Tuttle saw a few homeless little devils lying on the window and looking into the tavern, grabbing the leftover bread and throwing it over, causing the gang to snatch it.

Seeing this, Pansy also handed over the remaining pancakes on his and Hal's plate... Although he could still eat it, it was really nothing worth thinking about.

"Those dudes who have nothing to do every day will definitely go, but it's not enough to only count on these people." Hal frowned, "Pansy, what about you?"

"I went to the casino on this street." Pansy endured the discomfort and took a sip of the malt beer, and said, "The new lord of Westham launched an honor challenge to the Order of the Sun, and the casino is very interested in this matter." , The market has already opened, and the gamblers have left, the people in the casino and those who have placed bets will care about the outcome of this battle, and they will definitely watch the battle when the time comes."

"That's a good idea." Hal gave Pansy a thumbs up.

"How is your side? Is everything going well?" Tuttle asked.

Hal grinned, took out a copy of Inadoli Weekly, proudly flipped to the second page, and asked the two companions to read the headlines on the second page.

Seeing the headline title clearly, Tuttle & Pansy are comparing thumbs at the same time... As expected of Hal, this can be done!

"The bastard editor-in-chief was still bargaining with me, and the lion opened his mouth, so I told him, either he let the news I provided make the headlines, or the news about his mistress being kidnapped made the headlines, let him choose." Haha Er said triumphantly, "Didn't Tuttle recognize his wife as the precious daughter of the Kargath nobleman? I want to see how tough this bastard who relies on the old father-in-law is."

Tuttle couldn't laugh or cry... He didn't expect that he just accidentally recognized the wife of the editor-in-chief of the weekly newspaper as the noble daughter of his hometown, and Hal would be able to get things done so neatly.

"How do you know that this editor-in-chief has a mistress? I haven't heard that you are familiar with Innadrido before." Pansy asked curiously.

"Because this trash uses his wife's surname." Hal sneered, "It's not uncommon for this kind of trash who relies on women to get all their glory to turn their backs on women in a few days and make them lose their face. Think about it with your ass." We all know this guy will definitely go to another woman to find his self-esteem."

In other words... Hal successfully threatened success without knowing whether the other party really had a mistress, or who the mistress was and where she was hiding.

Tuttle and Pansy were not at all surprised by Hal's outrageous means, after all, Hal has always been this character... As long as there is a [-]% chance of winning, Hal dares to bet.

Seeing that the date of publication on the newspaper is tomorrow, Tuttle let out a long sigh of relief: "If this newspaper is published, our mission will be considered complete, and we will go back tomorrow?"

"Not in a hurry." Hal pressed his hand on Tetal reassuringly, and looked at Pansy with burning eyes, "Which casino opened the bet? How strong is it?"

Tuttle & Pansy: "..."

If there is an advantage to take, he will never let it go, this is also Hal's character...

How disgusting the undead are, the three Hal brothers are very clear. This is not a question of [-]% chance of winning, but a question of whether to pick up the money if you lose it... Tuttle and Pansy did not hesitate I chose to go with the tide.

It was confirmed that the opening of the market was Inadoli’s largest underground banker with very strong funds. Hal, the ex-bandit boss with a strong hand and a heart, decided to come with a big ticket——

First, he led the two little friends into the alley of the hotel area, and successively controlled more than a dozen clients.

Coercing and luring these clients to sign and put their fingerprints on a fairly fair employment contract, the three Hal brothers escorted these clients who were forced to sell themselves into "human accounts" to find usury loans from underground banks one by one...

The three Hal brothers used these "human accounts" to bet on Westem's victory in the casino...

In the end, before dawn, these prostitutes who had been terrified all night and destined to be terrified for a long time were sent home one by one, and the home addresses of these people were memorized...

After making a large bet with such a very speechless means, the three Hal brothers returned to the hotel area holding a lot of bills, booked a room to catch up on sleep, and waited for the battle of honor to come...

Earth time, December [-]st, Tuesday.

It was November [-]th in another world, and it was still a fine autumn weather.

Early in the morning, the immature cries of newsboys can be heard in various urban areas of Inadoli:

"Today's second edition headlines! The new lord of Westem has declared war on the Knights of the Holy Sun Church Tribunal!"

"The battle of honor between Lord Westham Charlie Rex and the Order of the Solari is not to be missed!"

Most of the workers and migrant workers in the city only know a few words, can't read newspapers, and are reluctant to part with those few copper coins, so they just join in the fun and chat endlessly.

Small citizens who have spare money and time to read newspapers, middle-class families who have subscribed newspapers for a long time, or rich people who have long been rumored to have participated in an underground gambling game, are much more enthusiastic... Early in the morning, The novelty was discussed all over the city.

Ordinary Inadrian citizens have the biggest position on this matter... just have no position.

After all, the general public's understanding of Westem is limited to the "cloth of the undead" that is only quietly circulated in private. Due to the taboo of mentioning the word undead, most people may not know it after obtaining this good cloth through undisclosed channels. Usually it is only referred to as "cloth from over there".

Hearing that Westem was going to fight against the cult of the Sunny Church, these citizens only cared about one thing: whether they could still buy "cloth from over there" in the future.

For this reason, a lot of inquirers came to the post office in Innerdale all morning, all asking if the postman from Westham had come...

The movement made by the middle-class family is obviously greater than that of ordinary citizens. For the first time in history, wives and wives visit each other early in the morning, and half-truths and half-false rumors are flying all over the sky... It is nothing more than whether the legendary illegitimate lord is handsome or not. Future, will you enter the Innatrix social venue and so on.

People in the upper class, whether they know the inside story or care about things, have much more than the lower classes.

The current lord of Innadrix, Viscount Bartleys, and King Adela III had known about Westem's declaration of war against the Solari Cult a week ago.

His Excellency the Viscount does not think that this matter has anything to do with him, but he is still interested in the fact that he can use other people's knives to test his own enemies; the newspaper with the most explosive headlines has not yet left the printing factory before dawn At that time, Mr. Gould, the loyal butler of Viscount Bartleth, had already left the city with a cavalry team of the city defense army, and rushed to the manor near the engagement site.

In the city of Inador, it is recognized that the Viscount Darcy's family is second only to the Bartleys' family in strength, and they also sent out a team to watch the battle after dawn...

If Charlie Rex loses, Viscount Darcy doesn't mind waving the flag behind his ass when the Bartleys attack Westem, and dipping in some broth along the way; if Charlie Rex wins , Then you have to consider whether to seek friendship with the illegitimate lord, and have a relationship.

Most of the powerful barons and lords in the city thought so, and there was an endless stream of teams leaving the city. Even the former Lord of Westham, Baron Marcus, rushed over with his family guards.

At noon, the middle-class family members who kept coachmen, the rich people who participated in the gambling game, and the unemployed people who watched the excitement all left the city one after another...

When Inador was dispatched to watch the battle with such "enthusiasm", the unnamed wilderness that the two warring parties agreed to be the battle site was calm.

The Sun Cult had come to inspect the battle site a week ago, and rented a farm and garrisoned about four kilometers away from the battle site three days ago.

Every morning and evening, this combative and elite sect will send scouts to patrol the battlefield to ensure that no one can tamper with this nameless wasteland that is the site of the Battle of Honor—the sect does not take Charlie Lake very seriously. Si put it in his eyes, but the evil figure behind Rex couldn't be too cautious.

In the early morning of this day, the scouts patrolled the predetermined battlefield again.

As they circled to the southwest, the scout team found... a highly suspected enemy camp.

The scout captain immediately hid everyone, took out a small telescope and placed it on the bridge of his nose.

With just one glance, the scout captain confirmed that this was indeed the enemy's camp—clearing the ground, setting up tents and piles, and pulling thorns to act as repellent horses. There were humans and undead, and these undead were all armored and sharp, which was very suitable for Weiss. Tem's characteristics.

But it is slightly different from the imagined enemy army...

"Why are they all Sokri with black skin and white hair? Isn't Charlie Rex from the Rhineland?" the scout captain muttered in confusion.

He looked through the binoculars suspiciously for a while, until a familiar face came into view.

"Charlie Rex is here too." The scout captain put down his binoculars and sneered contemptuously, "This guy actually dares to go out in person, he is really overconfident."