Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Westham, the city that never sleeps, the brightest pearl in the south of the Rhine Kingdom... well, this adjective is only limited to night.

After the Age of Discovery began, rubber, copper, and a large amount of metal ore from the outer continents entered Nabalon. The application of electricity, which was originally unpopular due to raw material problems, gradually spread outward from the Kenyan emperor, and steam power plants sprung up on the mainland. Everywhere big cities popped up.

However, hundreds of years later, electricity is still a luxury for most Nabaronians...

The reasons why electricity cannot benefit the public are quite simple: one is that expensive electricity bills cannot be afforded by people with ordinary incomes—power plants often pass on the losses incurred during power transmission to the bills of end users, and due to technological Due to the backward relationship, the power transmission loss in this world is generally as high as more than 50%... It is even more exaggerated than contemporary India.

The second is that because the cables used to transmit electricity must be made of copper, all countries including the Kenyan Empire have a fairly serious phenomenon of cable theft.

Usually privately-led local power plants often refuse to transmit electricity and pull wires to areas with poor security for cost and maintenance considerations. In most cities, electrical appliances can only be enjoyed in places with strict guards and strict access control—in other words, Only the so-called rich and aristocratic districts can see the brightly lit scene at night.

Westham is not a rich or aristocratic area, but Westham Town has enough financial resources to pay electricity bills, and is more powerful enough to protect the cables and wires in the town. Whenever night falls, this brightly lit town It will become the most shining pearl within a ten-mile radius—the whole street of adult industries is lit up with electric lights and lantern signs, which is much more concentrated than the lights in the wealthy district of Inadoli City.

Every night, sex hunters from all over the world gather in this feasting town, and take out the silver and copper coins in their pockets in large quantities.These merchants who paid the price for their own primitive desires not only raised a red-light district that opened its mouth like a monster and devoured countless young men, women, teenagers and even children, but also fed more than half of the residents in the town.

Caddo Gauld, 45, Westham, militia captain, acquainted with the sheriff, has a wife and two children, and supports him in the two-story house he has worked hard to earn over the years and wife's parents.

If outsiders only look at the superficial introduction, they will think that Mr. Gould is a respectable, responsible, and family-oriented decent man. He patrols the town diligently every night and keeps vigil. Protect the property of the town and the townspeople from infringement, so that women and children living alone can sleep in peace.

But the actual situation is... Mr. Gould's militia patrols at night only cover the red-light district area where the electricity bill is paid, not the residential areas of ordinary townspeople who cannot afford the power line.

The targets of the militia are not burglars or bastards who molest passers-by, but thieves who steal cables, bad customers who evade orders, and drunkards who make trouble in the street.

After all... the main income of the militiamen does not come from ordinary townspeople, but from the owners of the entertainment venues who make a lot of money, play clubs, bars, high-end clubs and other signs, but in fact they are all brothels.

Of course, once in a while, Mr. Gould's militia team will not be so firm and do some negligent things. For example, the night before, when they were patrolling at night, they suddenly had a bad stomach and had to go collectively to a certain place. The team members went to the bathroom at their home; when their large group of people finally lined up and finished their stomachs, they discovered that the Gold Coast clubhouse had been suddenly attacked.

This is simply a tragedy. Among the security guards (thugs) on the Gold Coast, 12 people were seriously injured, 18 people entered the cemetery, and [-]% of the hundreds of waiters who worked so hard to train them ran away. Even the boss himself, if he happened to be receiving a group of identities Honorable and good at beating guests, they might be having a funeral right now.

Someone must be responsible for this kind of extremely bad nature and very serious incident. Mr. Gould had to reluctantly dismiss the two team members who prepared supper for the whole team, and closed down the roadside stall selling bad food. The grime-covered stallholders were driven out of Westham.

Westham is a very lively town. This magical dream town will never be affected by one or two bad injuries. In the past day, the Gold Coast clubhouse has been taken over by the new owner. Taken over, cleaned up and reopened.

When Mr. Gould led his team members to patrol through this high-end club "reborn from the ashes", they didn't see the slightest chaos. They only saw flower baskets at the door, welcome ladies in cool clothes, and an endless stream of people Guests in and out.

Of course, the signboard has been changed anyway, from Gold Coast to Gold Coast.

Gould stood at the door and watched for a while, beckoned to stop a kid who was carrying a basket selling wine and snacks along the street, threw two copper coins over, took the peanuts wrapped in a newspaper from the kid, and rushed to the team members to carry them. He lowered his chin: "You go to the front and wait for me."

The old team members who patrolled with him gave Gould a knowing look and took the team members away.

Gould chewed peanuts and entered the Gold Coast... No, it should be called the Gold Coast from tonight. The thugs in the hall glanced at the militia uniform on Gould, and grinned, showing his yellow teeth, respectfully. Greet him respectfully and lead him into the manager's office.

The manager was a balding middle-aged man who looked about the same age as Gould. After exchanging pleasantries with the local militia captain, he smiled and took out a small bag wrapped in newspaper and the size of a child's fist from the drawer: "And Same as before, Captain Gould."

"Happy to help you, sir." Gould reached out and took the paper bag, with a smile on his face.

The bald manager smiled again, and took out a smaller paper bag: "This is for you, Mr. Gould, my boss asked me to pay tribute to you."

The smile on Gould's face became even brighter...

The new boss this time is much more generous and considerate than the previous one.

The old man who used to be a housekeeper in a southern plantation and used his life savings and connections from his master to run a brothel in Westham was the most mean and stingy rich man Gould had ever seen. After procrastinating and procrastinating, I always complain that those who only look at the circuit get too much.

Gould knew that the mayor and the magistrate were quite dissatisfied with the old dog, otherwise, the hospitality under the new boss who took over here would not have so many overlaps with the previous "Gold Coast" hospitality... Gao De just walked into the manager's office to collect money, and saw several familiar faces.

Of course, Gould doesn't care about these things... Even if he is a native of Westham and has been a militia captain for more than ten years, it is not his turn to do such a lucrative business as a brothel.

Not to mention anything else, there are not one or two decent gentlemen (nobles) standing behind them. It is not easy to gain the trust of the power plant and get the power transmission, let alone let the gentlemen above turn a blind eye to the source of the prostitutes. one eye.

Touching the thick paper bag in his pocket, Captain Gould left the shop contentedly and went to find his team members.

Back on the street, Gould, who had been in charge of local security for many years, suddenly felt something was wrong.

It's nine o'clock in the evening, the busiest time in Westham. There are many coquettish young men and women and good-looking thugs standing at the door of every store, half-grown children running all over the street, selling all kinds of food and snacks, The roadside stalls serving drinks, the waitresses lying at the window of the bar to attract customers, and the old prostitutes hiding in the alleys are all actively creating various movements to attract the attention of pleasure-seekers.

But... on the street at this moment, these voices have disappeared.

Even the voices of the unscrupulous pleasure-seekers who don't need to worry about anyone's scrutiny have disappeared.

Captain Gould raised his eyes suspiciously and looked around...and found that everyone on the street was staring in the same direction blankly.

Whether it's welcoming guests, thugs, half-grown children, roadside stall owners and drinkers, pleasure-seekers coming and going, even standing at the entrance of the alley with heavy make-up on their faces, The street prostitutes who can no longer be taken in by decent clubs and clubs, and can only rely on the servants who hook up with the guests to sell a few copper coins for a living, all show a high degree of similarity, as if they have seen something unbelievable in the real world. The descriptive, terrified and trance look.

Captain Gould frowned and scanned these strange people, then raised his feet and ran towards the direction they were all looking at.

After passing through the eerily quiet crowd... Gould was also dumbfounded.

Not only was he stupid, but the militia members who had come here early to wait for him and were sitting drinking at an open-air stall facing the street all had similar expressions on their faces as Gould.

Right in the middle of the street, a tall, gorgeous ball gown, maybe a lady... was walking in the middle of the street.

The ball gown on this lady is very gorgeous, as gorgeous as the color photos of aristocratic ladies that Gould has seen in magazines, and the lace on the skirt may be more expensive than an entire year of living expenses for ordinary people However, in the eyes of a small town militia captain like Gould who has good eyesight and has seen the world, this outfit will not look rude even if he wears it to the king's ball.

But if you wear such a suit and walk on the streets of the red light district at night, among the bustling pleasure-seekers, it is obviously very inappropriate... No, it has reached the point of being weird.

What's even more weird is that this lady in a long skirt is so tall and strong that even a formal mercenary would be ashamed...

No one dared to stand in front of the pleasure-seekers who had drunk a little wine. Wherever she went, the crowd would separate consciously and actively.

What's more, she was looking around while walking.

Whenever she turned her face in a certain direction, the people in that direction, the less timid and the less experienced, began to tremble in their legs and feet.

When Captain Gould passed through the sluggish crowd and saw this lady shopping in costumes, she happened to look sideways at the group of uniformed militiamen who were sitting at an open-air roadside stall drinking.

Gould only saw her profile, and subconsciously leaned back his upper body.

Unfortunately, when the team members saw their faces, some suddenly raised their hands to cover their mouths, some quickly looked away, and some turned pale...

This seemingly distinguished lady who could afford aristocratic dresses seemed to be curiously staring at the militiamen for a while before turning her head away and continuing to walk casually and generously.

She walked a little further, and Gould, who was standing stiffly in the crowd, suddenly felt a strong sense of exhaustion...

This feeling is like a person walking on a mountain road and finds a colorful poisonous snake crawling over his feet, but the poisonous snake did not bite the passerby's ankle - a little scared, a little frightened, and a little scared. My son felt light and unreal, like a nightmare.

Immediately, Gould felt something was wrong.

Westham is a paradise for men who can afford it, but it's not like it hasn't been visited by ladies of high status - once a baron squandered the profits of the manor here for a whole summer and didn't come home until the baroness He brought a team of housekeepers and servants to the nursery to catch the talents and was carried back in despair.

How could it be possible for a noble lady to go out without a large number of followers?

Thinking of this, the militia captain instinctively became alert and looked up at the lady who was walking away.

Westerm is located in the southernmost border of the Rhine Kingdom, very close to the Sorensen Mountains, and it is not uncommon for those outlaws in the Sorensen Mountains to make plans.

It wasn't just once or twice that the thieves sent spies to Westham.

It's just... Captain Gould, who came up with this idea, is not very sure about his own idea.

The eyeliner of the thieves group, who is not good to come, why do you have to come with such a high-profile and shocking person?

Captain Gould stood still and thought for a while, but he didn't come up with a clue, but he always felt a little uneasy if he was to let him ignore that weird lady.

After much deliberation, Captain Gould decided to be more cautious, went to the wine stand and called his brothers, and kept an eye on the lady who was attracting all eyes on the street.

This militia captain is still very authoritative, and none of the militiamen with rejection written all over their faces dared to disobey orders, and they all bit the bullet to keep up...

The scary lady who had to be the "focus of the audience" wherever she went, stopped at the end of a street, and walked this lively and bustling town avenue that didn't look like a remote town at all.

When she turned around, she saw Captain Gould's face for the first time, and shivered uncontrollably.

He could understand why wherever this lady walked and everyone who saw her face showed such a gaffe...I can't bear it!I can't bear it at all!

Ms. Horror seemed to have discovered a group of uniformed militiamen following her at this moment, but she was not too surprised by this. She just looked at the group of militiamen casually and continued to go shopping according to her own purpose.

Wherever he passed, he frightened the ground again...

This kind of "high-profile" treatment, the average lady would have run away with her skirts in shame and found a place where no one was hiding and crying, but the scary lady just didn't mind, didn't care, and still walked slowly, which was very interesting. Interested, very novel, carefully "appreciate" the street scene.

She doesn't care, but the brothel that does business cares a lot.

Such a person who overly affects the "town appearance" and makes the pleasure-seekers lose their "sexuality" dangles in the street, should they still do business?

When Ms. Horror was halfway back, thugs from several brothels came in groups, trying to negotiate with her...

As a result... this group of ferocious thugs who can usually stop children from crying at night, only stood in front of the scary lady for ten seconds, barely said a few words of nonsense, and then dispersed.

Captain Gould, who followed behind the scary lady, silently covered his face with his hands.

"Ms. Gold Coin, how will this end?" An old teammate murmured with a pale face, "Captain, what if she doesn't leave?"

The militia team usually doesn't have a good relationship with the thugs in various brothels. Both sides think that the other is a waste of idle food, but now... Anyway, this group of militiamen are not in the mood to watch the jokes of these thugs-the thugs can't handle it Report the matter to the sheriff, and they will have to come forward.

The militia team hates cleaning up the mess for these nighttime thugs who are usually showing off their might, but after all, everyone depends on these pleasure-seeking places to earn rations, and they have to do it if they don't want to.

Captain Gould's face was very heavy... After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "We'll talk about it later."

Fortunately, the worst outcome didn't happen...

The scary lady who walked back and forth on the main road in the town seemed to have had enough of the excitement, and went back to the gate of the town and went straight out of the town, disappearing into the darkness without looking back.

The guards at the town gate are also militiamen. In normal times, young women (and young men with good looks) are not allowed to leave Westham without a male companion. Interrogation and confirmation of the identity of the freedmen can only be released-there are too many prostitutes who deceive the guests to sympathize and try to get the guests to take themselves away, and they have to be stopped by the militia several times a month.

This time... Guessing from the state of her skin, she should still be considered a young scary lady, no one dared to stop her... Even after the scary lady walked away, Captain Gould, who had witnessed the "dereliction of duty" of his subordinates with his own eyes, was still a long way off. Take a breath.

Half an hour later, the town of Westham recovered from the shock and gradually regained its former vitality.

An hour later, Gould was called over by the sheriff who had just learned the news and asked about the situation.

Sir Boris the Sheriff did not see how terrifying the Scary Ms. was, and was furious at the fact that the militia released a suspicious person of unknown origin. He severely demanded that Gould cancel the militia's rotation and keep all members on duty for at least five days. High-intensity patrol work to prevent possible thieves and even horse thieves from attacking.

Being attacked by horse bandits (the difference from ordinary bandits is that the bandits of horse bandits are all cavalry and have mounts) this kind of thing also happened to Westam, and every time he encountered heavy losses, Gould dared not half He was dissatisfied with one sentence, and when he came out of the magistrate, he yelled at his brothers to call out all the people on rotation.

Westham’s militia is composed of the strongest men among the adult males in the town, holding the well-oiled rice bowls donated by the bosses of the amusement park. Level professional training, equipped with armor weapons, the combat effectiveness is no worse than the average small and medium mercenary regiment.

Due to the special nature of Westham and frequent incidents-almost every night, there will be riots by squandered guests and drunk guests on the street, and it is very easy to escalate into bloody conflicts-the militiamen are responding to sudden incidents. The incident has been tested for a long time, and soon, armed patrols appeared in and out of the town, watching every trouble with vigilance.

Time passed slowly, two hours later, three hours later, four hours later, five hours later...

Until four o'clock in the morning, apart from the fact that there were many drunks on the street, and a few servants and grooms who were disliked by the ugly prostitutes who stood on the street and refused to pay were arrested, nothing else happened.

Gould listened to the complaints of the team members, and considering that his status actually came from the team members rather than Sir Boris the magistrate, Gould decided to do his own thing and send some of the soldiers who had been patrolling outside the town for more than six months. Hours of team change back, let them go back to rest.

At five o'clock in the morning, the militiamen who were still patrolling inside and outside the town were reduced to only a few dozen people.

Jimmy, the militiaman guarding the town gate, was so sleepy that he couldn't help yawning, drinking the cheapest corn rum, and looking at the empty town gate outside the duty post with the last bit of energy.

Watching the town gate is actually a good job. Although Westham does not charge the city gate tax, if there are merchants among the guests and they need to bring goods into the town when they are having fun, they need to send some small money to the militiamen.

However, this kind of time to earn extra money is only limited to the first half of the night, and there are no people in the second half of the night, and the people on duty can only work hard.

Jimmy is still young, his parents have no prestige in the town, and he has been mediocre all his life. When his team turns to watch the town gate, he can't turn to him during the popular time... until the middle of the night, the only living people who can see it are He can only sit on the duty post that symbolizes a certain status when he is a drunkard in a daze.

There must be three people in each rotation, and two old team members who are also relatively marginal are not as honest as Jimmy. One hides somewhere to relax, and the other lies directly in the lounge behind the duty station and sleeps.

After drinking the last bit of corn rum, Jimmy walked out of the watch and put the empty bottle under the corner of the roadside - at dawn, there will be garbage pickers happily collecting the bottles drunk by the militiamen, these rough You can get ten of these bubble-filled blue glass bottles for a copper coin, which Jimmy did when he was a boy.

The cold wind in the early morning made Jimmy shiver, and in the alley closer to the town gate came the howling sound of some drunkard and prostitute. Jimmy glanced at the dark alley in disgust, then turned and went back to his duty post.

Jimmy, who grew up in Westham, didn't like the prostitutes and male prostitutes on this street, because he had seen many people who were kicked out of the brothel after they were old, and they couldn't clean themselves up after regaining their freedom, and they still stayed there brazenly. On this street, no matter how old, ugly and poor men are, they are willing to strike up a conversation, just to exchange their rotten flesh for more money.

Just as he was about to enter the duty station, Jimmy suddenly saw something white out of the corner of his eye.

He stopped, tilting his head suspiciously.

Not far from the duty post, there is a telegraph pole with an electrified street lamp hanging on it.Although the brightness is not high, it can provide a certain vision for the militiamen on duty, and they can clearly see the space within more than ten meters outside the town gate.

A little farther under the street lamp, there is a small piece of white, not very smooth thing, floating abruptly at a height of one person.

Jimmy stared at this thing in bewilderment for a while. Driven by curiosity, he left the duty post again and walked out of the town gate with light movements...

There are two rows of trees at the gate of the town, with colorful lights hanging on the trees. The lights on the trees will be powered on in the first half of the night, and will be turned off in the second half of the night when no guests come.

Jimmy crossed the telephone pole and found... This small white thing seemed to be clinging to the tree and hiding in the shadow under the tree.

Jimmy's eyes turned cold, and he silently drew out his saber.

If the lanterns at the gate of the town were stolen, the guards on duty would be fined.

Jimmy hated unruly people the most, and he was determined to teach a lesson to this man who dared to steal lanterns while he was on duty.

He cautiously approached the man hiding under the tree step by step, and gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters.

As if knowing that he couldn't hide, the person hiding under the tree moved slightly, and turned his face away in embarrassment...

Jimmy finally saw the thief who stole the lantern.

It was a...face without flesh.

No skin, no facial muscles, no nose... just a bare skull.

Jimmy opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the naked skull.

Two seconds later, a faint, barely audible grunt escaped the young man's throat, rolling his eyes upward.

As the saber fell to the ground with a "clang", Jimmy also fell limply.

Before he passed out, Jimmy had only one thought in his mind: the white thing he saw was the back of the skull...