Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

More than 800 large living people thrown on the ground to expose to the sun, hundreds of prostitutes and male prostitutes waiting to be resettled in various brothels, and more than 6000 seemingly harmless Westham aborigines hiding in their homes... such a mess The status quo, if you change someone, it is estimated that it will be awkward.

Leave Yang Qiu alone, it's nothing to worry about...

First settle the prestige reward copper coins for the players to appease the more than 200 huskies who have been waiting for too long and have been wandering on the verge of runaway, and then open the "recycling function" of "Lord Yang" on the spot to search the players with game coins made in Huaxia The dozens of kilograms of gold coins and jewelry that arrived were all taken away...

His face was full of joy, and the players were also very happy. Some part-time players even sold the copper coins they got to the gold collecting boss on the spot, making a small extra money...

Yang Qiu, who got rich in an instant, quickly released a series of tasks to make full use of these energetic players:

The first one is an assistance task. Players who receive this task form a group to assist Rex and Mia’s resettlement team to gather all the prostitutes and male prostitutes scattered in various brothels, and gather them in the original "Golden Coast" clubhouse building and " Elegant Romance" club; players must ensure that prostitutes and male prostitutes will not be harmed, run and bark, or lose personal belongings during the call.

The second is the task of moving bricks. Players who receive this task form a group to assist Hal, Tuttle, and Jerome to classify the "meat tickets" thrown on the street, and pick out those with ransom value and put them in prison. The basement of the original "Elegant and Romantic" club, if you don't ask for ransom value, you can go to the headquarters of the original militia (the original militia has no value), and then arrange labor education... er, labor reform.

Rex has a compassionate heart, and Hal, the former leader of the gang of thieves, eats people and doesn't spit out bones. These two tasks are considered to give them room to display their specialties... Cough cough.

As for Pansy, the treasure master, of course he will not be idle. The third mission is for him: to recruit the first echelon players to join Pansy’s scavenger team, enter the neighborhood where the townspeople live, and take out those who escaped from the original militia team. Find the fish and catch them one by one, lest these guys do anything irrational.

Pan Xi, a strong man who looks rough and violent, is actually one of the most inspired ex-thieves, suitable for this kind of job of identifying dangerous people from the crowd.

When these three big missions were issued, the players who had nothing to do all over the street started to move, and the players who had wandered outside the town also rushed back one after another, for fear that they would be left behind...

Rowell didn't know the existence of the branding matrix (no matter how much the former thieves held grudges against Yang Qiu, they couldn't tell others that they were coaxed into joining the spiritual matrix, and they would lose their face), he secretly observed and went around in the town of exile. The clichés only vaguely touch the edge of "the undead are keen on doing tasks and are very happy to do them", but I have never had a very intuitive feeling.

This time, Rowell saw with his own eyes that Yang Qiu not only didn't say anything uplifting, nor did he call the undead to hold any mobilization meeting, but only ordered tasks for a few young people under his control, and the undead took the initiative to follow them. Rushing over from all directions, actively and enthusiastically helping these young people, I once again felt that my world view was impacted...

"How on earth did he control so many undead like he commanded them? Obviously...these undead have never shown enough respect for him?!" Supervisor Lowell was puzzled.

After gaining a certain understanding of the undead of Tarantan, people like Lowell Inspector, who originally possessed dark knowledge, would naturally think that these undead of Tarantan belonged to intermediate or even high-level monsters in a certain dimension of the demon world; because they signed a contract with Yang Only by signing a certain contract can they be projected onto the material plane as a weak undead—this can explain why the undead of Tarantan have a very high level of intelligence, which is equivalent to that of a great demon, and they have nothing to do with Yang, the "master". No respect (it is not once or twice that players forcefully break into the town hall to hand over the task without knocking on the door or asking for instructions, Rowell is numb to it).

Rowell didn't feel that the expedition mission that the undead actively participated in was due to Yang's will, it was more like an affair between the former thieves and the undead between madness and reason, disorder and law. .

When the undead set off, he even worried that the group of undead would be led astray by the former thieves...

But now, Lowell wavered.

He found that the conclusion he had drawn before was still a little rash—no matter whether these Tarantan undead with suspicious origins would pay respect to Yang, the summoner, Yang has the means to drive and use these undead as he pleases. Doubt.

The black-robed inspector silently looked at Yang, who was explaining something to the commoner woman named Mia after all the distribution, and added another 10 percentage points to the risk score in his heart.

"This guy will definitely bring disaster to the people around Tarantan...!"

Yang Qiu gave Mia a few words and let her go, greeted Rowell, and walked towards the Westham Town Hall.

When the undead attacked the town, the mayor, who was nearly seventy years old, was being invited by several businessmen to enjoy his second spring at the "Lover" club, and was thrown out on the street to bask in the sun.

When the players of the first echelon entered the town hall, there were only two guards, a doorman, and four clerks living in the backyard in the town hall with a courtyard on the second floor.

Hmm... As representatives of the local feudal forces, these people also enjoyed the treatment of basking in the sun on Diu Street.

Yang Qiu, a black magician, entered the local highest authority in this official town of the Rhine Kingdom through the main entrance. Except for the nearby residents nervously peeping from the corners of the doors and windows, he did not encounter any obstacles...

After actually observing the terrain, Yang Qiu selected the town hall compound as the transfer point for the players, searched for players in the imprint matrix who did not have any tasks at hand, and covered the digging pit (the tomb where the player's bones are stored when the player goes offline) The task was sent point-to-point.

Next, Yang Qiu began to search Westham Town Hall...

Because of the sudden arrival of the undead, the furnishings, property, tax reports, and official documents between the town hall and the superior city of Inadili are all well preserved.

Yang Qiu wandered around the mayor's office and the clerk's office, and got important documents including the population register of the town and 23 surrounding villages, poll tax & land tax tax forms, militia register registration form...etc.

A large box was found for the mayor's personal letters...

"It's no wonder that the caravans passing through the Sorenson Mountains are so keen to sell people here, and those who provide new blood for Westham's 'specialty industries' can actually get a tax-free permit from Westham... It's a good business, don't you think, Honorable Inspector."

Flipping through Mr. Mayor's personal letter, Yang Qiu smiled: "The toll tax paid by the caravan is a normal commercial tax and needs to be turned over to the royal family; while the 'specialty industries' belonging to Westham do not collect taxes, brothels The political donations handed in by the business owners can be used as clean personal income into the pocket of the mayor... No wonder the mayor has been able to sit here for 40 years, he is a smart man."

No matter how much the outside world ridiculed the Rhine Kingdom, there was no limit to the number of people, the Rhine royal family would have to face it, and words such as "legal trading of flesh and blood" would never appear on the documents signed by the royal family.

The law on paper does not recognize it as legal. It does not mean that the trade of flesh and blood will disappear in the Rhineland. The legitimacy of the flesh-and-blood trade has not been acknowledged.

Of course, this does not mean that there is no need for additional expenditures for those who open brothels, clubs, such as political donations to the mayor of Westham, and then the mayor will share the profits with the higher-level department of the Innatrix City Hall. The money of officials is not much less than serious business taxes.

Supervising Lowell was a little embarrassed by Yang Qiu's blatant mockery.

The default unspoken rules of this pseudo-civilized society are not only prevailing in the Rhine Kingdom, a similar phenomenon also exists in the Principality of Shiga... It's just that the Principality of Shiga is more closed and exclusive than the Kingdom of Rhine, and it will not be as grandiose as Westem It's all about recruiting customers.

"You and I both know what you're planning to do now." Inspector Rowell bit the bullet and pulled the topic, "It's just that the mayor's accusation of using administrative privileges to open the back door for local brothel operators... doesn't make you achieve A powerful excuse for purpose."

Not only did Yang Qiu send people to catch the local militia that slipped through the net, but he also searched in other people's town halls and got the most important population register in his hands. If Rowell still can't guess what the black magician wants What, then his 300-year-old life has already lived on a dog-obviously, this black magician has taken a fancy to Westem!

If Yang wants to do this, he can indeed do it. Rowell himself can think of the operation routine: Westem has essentially fallen into Yang's hands, and then Yang will randomly find a down-and-out nobleman in the Rhine Kingdom and smash it. A small amount of money is enough to support him as the new lord of Westham. As long as the annual taxes paid to the royal family remain unchanged, the Rhine royal family will not care whether the border town has changed to a country lord.

Of course, the royal family doesn’t care, and Westham’s superior city, the City Hall of Inadrian, will definitely take care of it, unless Yang Qiu can find a sore foot that makes Inadeli have to bow his head and admit the change of ownership of Westem’s territory as a threat...

"Indeed, just this kind of common evidence of power realization is not enough to be a powerful enough bargaining chip." Yang Qiu nodded, agreeing with Lowell's opinion, and handed a roll of transaction list written on parchment to the other party , "So you see...how about this?"

Inspector Rowell took over the transaction list, and after only one glance, his face turned cold.

This is a piece of Innatrix with the city lord as the intermediary, and the seller is the mayor of Westham and the real owner of the land, Baron Marcus, who has lived in the rich area of ​​Innatrix all year round. A certain duke of the Rhine Kingdom Master's deal list for the buyer.

The items on the list... are bones.

Skeletons of humans and beastmen.

The skeleton of a girl, the skull of an adult male/female, the spine and pelvis of a young girl, the full body skeleton of the orc with a tailbone, the lifelike mummies made after the death of the human and the orc before the corpse decomposes, the human and the orc miniature skulls...

The transaction date on the list was half a year ago, and the "commodity catalog" listed on this list alone contained at least hundreds of corpses.

"For any red-light district, the 'renewal iteration' of 'consumables' is a normal thing, after all, the body of ordinary people can't bear how many years of harsh treatment, prostitutes who can live to 30 years old must be considered lucky. "Yang Qiu couldn't see the slightest emotion on his face, he was still very calm and calm, and even smiled, "From this point of view, the mayor and the Lord Westham who supported him must be regarded as businessmen. Wizards... are quite pursuing the utilization rate of 'consumables'."

Supervisor Rowell took a deep breath, and slowly put the light but extremely heavy transaction list in his hand on the table.

The vast majority of ordinary people probably would never have thought that...the corpses of intelligent creatures can also be bought and sold.

And different from the understanding of ordinary people, the ones involved in the trading of the corpses of intelligent creatures are not the black magicians who are turned pale by people talking about it, but the top dignitaries who are high above and can no longer satisfy them with ordinary extravagance.

"Handicrafts" processed from the bones of "fresh" intelligent creatures are still quite popular tools for showing off wealth in some extravagant social circles.

"You are right." Inspector Rowell said blankly, "This land may really need a new owner."

Yang Qiu smiled and picked up the parchment list, folded it in half three times, and put it in his breast pocket: "I accept your words, respected supervisor."

Looking at the big hole just dug by the players in the yard, Yang Qiu stroked his chin and thought for a while, then said, "Inspector Lowell, why don't you play a treasure hunt game."

Rowell: "??"

"Mr. Mayor's wife is dead, and he has no children. His huge savings has no other place to go except to buy alchemy potions to nourish his body and prolong his life. Moreover, he doesn't have any relatives who are close enough to keep in touch with each other for a long time...then he Aren't you curious about where the gold coins you scooped up will be hidden?" Yang Qiu said.

"No, I'm not curious." Lowell inspector's face turned dark.

"Don't say that, friend." Yang Qiu laughed and said generously, "I know that things that can be exchanged for gold coins are not attractive to you, so what if they are things that gold coins can't buy?"

"What do you want to say?" Rowell frowned.

"You should have discovered it, respected inspector, the things in the cabinet of the town hall of the exile town, including the daily necessities I sent to Hal, Rex and the female workers, are not commercially available commodities "Yang Qiu said with a smile, and... took out the mobile phone, unlocked it with fingerprints, and turned the screen of the mobile phone to Rowell, "For example, this one has the function of a camera, which can record and store audio-visual images for up to half an hour, and can also Storing thousands of books that you have never heard of... such a novelty, even if you search Nabalon, you will not find a second one."

Rowell frowned even more, staring at Yang Qiu without speaking.

"Just like what you once inquired about me, although I don't have the talent of the space system, I accidentally obtained a stable space-time rift leading to another mysterious dimension." Yang Qiu turned on the shooting function on the phone and asked Luo Will monitored the real-time captured images on his mobile phone, "The world on the other side of the space-time rift is completely different from our material plane, where the human race has produced a large number of unimaginable technological products... You don't know anything about it either. Curious?"

Inspector Rowell stared at his real-time imaging screen on the small mobile phone screen, showing horror...

Color cameras have been around for decades, and the Kenyan Empire in the northern part of the mainland also advertised the "latest magic stone camera" that can record images and sounds in real time in the past two years.

But both the camera and the magic stone camera promoted by the Kenyan Empire are quite large—at least Rowell has never heard of something that can take pictures that is as small as the thin thing in Yang's hand.

Yang Qiu turned off the power button, took back the phone, and said with an unchanged smile: "Let's play this treasure hunting game, respected inspector, if I can find the illegal wealth illegally occupied by Mr. Mayor, I will look for it in the world beyond the space-time rift. A novel enough, never-before-seen gift to thank you."

Rowell supervised and swallowed...

Rex’s job of sheltering the prostitutes was the first to be completed. With the enthusiastic help of a large number of players, Mia’s lobbying, and Ossirian’s testimony, the prostitutes who ate a full meal for the undead were very happy. Centralized containment did not show too strong antipathy.

In particular, the players also enthusiastically helped them get their "personal belongings", which is a strong proof from the side that these weirdos who control Westem do not object to them owning "personal belongings"... This is enough to make people who have never felt respected The whores are relieved.

This is not over yet. After gathering everyone into the two stores that were requisitioned, Rex, a male mother who is gentle enough and considerate enough and very good at doing "mass work", did not let everyone go in immediately, but let them all Stand on the street in front of these two stores and wait for a while.

Then, in front of everyone, he tore down the signs and neon lights of "Golden Coast" and "Elegant Dream".

Throwing the two heavy signs and the torn neon lights to the ground, in front of hundreds of poor people, Rex raised his feet and stomped these malicious symbols to pieces.

The prostitutes had different expressions, and they looked at Rex who was madly trampling on the signboards and colored lights in amazement, and no one dared to speak out.

Rex, who trampled the signboard into pieces, stopped to straighten his clothes, and said to these people in a deep voice: "We are here, and this town will never need these people-eating industries. From now on, you will just Ordinary Westhamites, your names will be entered in the town roll, and you will live the rest of your life like everyone else."

People crowded the road, watching Rex quietly.

Many of them don't believe Rex's words...but they are also very self-aware, and they will not be stupid enough to jump out and accuse the professional-level powerhouse of boasting.

Rex didn't ask everyone to believe his promise, but just silently brought these people into the resettlement site, divided the rooms by gender, took away all the sex "toys" in the private room, and destroyed them on the spot.

After finishing the work that should be done and paying the rewards of the undead with the copper coins that Yang Gang gave him, Rex sat down on the stairs under the resettlement building, suddenly feeling very tired.

"Ossirian seems a little uncomfortable... Are you okay, Mr. Rex?" Mia came out of the building and saw Rex sitting on the stairs in a daze, and hurried over with concern.

"I'm fine, what's wrong with Ossirian?" Rex turned his head vigorously.

"He's vomiting, and he's throwing up everything he ate just now." Mia said nervously.

Rex nodded: "Don't panic, he should be tired, I will find an undead to cook some light soup for him later."

Mia nodded, thought for a while, took two steps forward, and squatted down beside Rex: "Are you really okay, Mr. Rex?"

Because of the relationship that Hal's gang didn't think highly of both of them, Rex and Mia have been taking care of each other these days after they came out of the exile town.

Mia was two years older than Rex. She wanted a gentle brother like Rex from the bottom of her heart, but she felt that she was not worthy, so she didn't dare to speak... She just silently did what she could for Rex.

"I—" Kress was perfunctory, seeing the concern in Mia's eyes, he couldn't say the perfunctory words, paused, and said, "I just see these people, it's hard, they shouldn't live like this .”

Mia nodded silently, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists on her chest.

She can understand why Kress is uncomfortable. She once thought her life was painful enough, but seeing the people here, she still feels breathless—these people are so beautiful, unlike her cursed by fate to be born ugly; Such a beautiful person being treated like a domestic animal is like witnessing countless tragedies dedicated to destroying beautiful things.

"Mr. Lord, there will be a way." Mia said softly, "Even people like me can be saved by Mr. Lord, and Mr. Lord will definitely not give up on them. They will do what you said, and they will be able to do well in the future." alive."

Rex stared blankly at the empty place, and then nodded slowly.

He only told Mia half the truth, he was uncomfortable, partly because he thought of his mother.

That same beautiful woman was not forced by others, but a stupid woman who foolishly thought that she could rely on her natural beauty to exchange for a decent life from the Viscount father who had everything.

The mother, who was much luckier than the prostitutes here, was quickly abandoned after losing the only bargaining chip of beauty, and finally died of depression, leaving him alone to face everything.

"Gods shouldn't generously give people more than ordinary people's beauty. This is...not luck at all." Rex murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

If his mother hadn't been so beautiful, she might have chosen a man of similar status to marry as a citizen, so she wouldn't have to experience the ups and downs and shameful life.

If these people here are relatively poor-looking, they might not be sold to this place...

"Hi Rex!"

While Rex was thinking wildly, Inspector Yang and Rowell came in from the outside.

Yang Qiu glanced at the pile of wrecked signboards on the ground, smiled, and waved to Rex on the steps.

"Yang." Rex got up quickly, and nodded to the two, "Rowell monitors."

"Mr. Lord." Mia quickly raised her skirt and squatted lightly, but she only greeted Yang Qiu, ignoring Rowell who wanted to bring them back...

Yang Qiu smiled at Mia, and said to Rex: "Shave your beard, tidy up your hair, put some powder on it, make it whiter, then put on your most decent outfit, and go to the militia to pick up some hair." horse, let's go to Innadri."

"Yes." Rex responded first, and realized something was wrong when it was over, and said in shock, "——Wait! I heard it right, you mean... go to Inadoli?!"

"You heard me right." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "But don't get me wrong, we are not going to Innadali to throw himself into the trap, but to ask Westem's territory ownership to change its name."

Rex was confused, with question marks all over his face.

"You, Charlie Rex, are the son of a Viscount of the Rhine Kingdom. Even if you are an illegitimate child, you still have the noble blood of Viscount Rex in your veins. No one can deny it." Yang Qiu began to talk nonsense seriously, "Mr. Charlie Rex, who has the blood of a noble viscount, found Lord Westham committed a nasty and despicable crime, and launched a territorial war in anger, and actually occupied the territory of Westham. He asked the Innatrix City Hall to change the Isn’t it normal for Westem’s territory to be replaced by your name in the owner’s column?”

Rex: "...(°△°)"