Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Inspector Rowell wanted to laugh at that moment.

The Nightmare Butcher Yang is not famous in the mainland because he was chased and killed by the Sun Church. This lunatic was wanted by many countries before he entered the seal of other people's holy land and wreaked havoc.

The notorious evil black magician, who was wanted by mainland China with bounties placed on him by at least ten countries, has the nerve to claim that he has never abused violence?

Supervising Rowell felt very ridiculous, and almost laughed out loud.

Then... He suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He and Yang are of the same age. When Yang became famous more than a hundred years ago, it was also when he emerged.

Even if the two of them had never met each other and had only heard rumors about each other, Inspector Lowell obviously knew Yang better than most Nabaronians.

So... the black-robed inspector who almost laughed out loud, his face gradually became terrified...

Yang Qiu smiled without saying a word.

Rowell inspected and pondered for a moment, seemed to have found a conclusion, shook his head and said: "No... this is just sophistry, your trembling actions can never be called maintaining justice and order, you are just creating fear for people. "

Yang Qiu smiled indifferently: "Respected Supervisor, justice and order are different from justice and cannot be easily defined. In my opinion, justice and order are constant and are the laws of civilization that safeguard the basic human rights and interests of most people. Any If something conflicts with this basic law, then the thing is wrong."

Supervising Rowell: "..."

He knew that this guy would definitely use one set of sophistry to defend his other set of sophisms, but he never expected that this guy would actually pull out a "law of civilization"...

The black-robed inspector frowned and thought for a moment, "Since you think that justice and order cannot be easily defined, then what qualifications do you have to define justice and order from your standpoint?"

"Because this is not defined by me, but the basic law that exists in the material plane." Yang Qiu said calmly, "The birth of civilization of any race or ethnic group must be based on justice and order. Order is out of balance, When the majority of people in this civilization cannot live stably, no matter how powerful the civilization is, there will inevitably be turbulence, wars, and eventually collapse. When the order is stable, even if the civilization is not strong enough, it will eventually be destroyed. It will prosper and prosper day by day.”

"The Kenyan Empire has a population of 400 million, while the Outer Continent has more than a billion people. Such a powerful Outer Continent does not have order. They attack and fight with each other. In the early days of the Great Discovery Age, those foreign slaves who flowed to Nabaron were even killed. People from the Outer Continent tied themselves to the slave ships of the Kenyan Empire, and in the past [-] years, the number of foreign slaves flowing to Nabaron even surpassed the population of the Kenyan Empire.”

"So, I think that when a well-organized civilization cannot have a just order that can guarantee a stable life for the majority of people, then that civilization is on the wrong track."

This time, Supervisor Lowell was silent for a long time...

He found that he still couldn't understand Yang—isn't this guy a crazy black magician who is rampant all over the continent?How could he say such a thing, and even care so much about why the Outer Continent became the slave manor of the Kenyan Empire? !

The Prosperity Goddess is a deep house, and people in the Prosperity Church don’t like to leave the country. Inspector Lowell has never even been to the Kenyan Empire in his life, so he really can’t answer this question; the egg hurts again and again, and Inspector Lowell decided to keep the topic Pull it to the place where I can speak: "Even if you are right, your behavior is actually destroying order. If you really respect order as you say, then you should respect the Nabalon continent." According to the laws of various countries, even if there are criminals, they should be judged by all countries, instead of allowing you to use lynching arbitrarily."

Yang Qiu couldn't help smiling: "Respected supervisor, please believe that I agree with you on this point. I have learned about the laws of many countries, including the Principality of Shiga, and I have to say that these laws implemented on paper It does comply with the basic laws of justice and order, and the starting point of some regulations is indeed to protect the vast majority of law-abiding citizens..."

After a pause, Yang Qiu said regretfully: "Unfortunately, this part of the law can only exist on paper, while the other part of the law, which is not from the perspective of law-abiding citizens, has been implemented very well. "

Inspector Rowell's face turned pale, and soon turned red again...

Yang Qiu looked at the ascetic monk who refused to accept the truth of the world with pity, and said calmly: "Sir Hans of Carmel Town has violated several children under the age of ten. Find a witness who is willing to accuse him and bring him to court. The judge can sentence him to more than ten years in prison according to the law... But as long as he walks out of the dock, he can pay bail at the price of one hundred gold coins per year. One thousand gold coins can go home, and if there is no delay on the way back and forth, he can even catch up with the dinner of the day."

"Dear Supervisor, do you think this is justice and order?"

Inspector Rowell had nothing to say.

"If you can't establish a new order, it's best not to rush to destroy the old order." Yang Qiu continued, "I can't make the Principality of Shiga abandon the bail system that leaves backdoors for the rich, so of course I can only do what I can. I can do it where I can, such as smashing Sir Hans' limbs in front of many respectable people. That way, Sir Hans' kind will know that if they do the same thing, they will not be able to fall into my hands. Lose money and eliminate disasters. When these kind of people want to untie their belts, they have to be a little bit scrupulous."

Supervising Rowell: "..."

"I also admit that this kind of crude method is not clever." Yang Qiu spread his hands, "But it's better than doing nothing, what do you think?"

Supervisor Rowell raised his hand and pressed his temple hard... It's really embarrassing for a lunatic to say something like this!

"But... it's still a kind of destruction." Superintendent Rowell bit the bullet and said, "This kind of violent lynching in public will bring uneasiness to people."

Yang Qiu looked strange: "What kind of person would be disturbed by knowing that criminals are being severely punished?"

Supervisor Rowell's expression froze.

"How can a person who has never thought of harming a little boy be afraid when he hears that the person playing with the little boy has been taught a lesson?" Yang Qiu said with a half-smile, "Shouldn't the reaction of a normal person be clapping?"

"But--"

"I understand what you mean, monitor." Yang Qiu raised his hand to stop Rowell, who looked embarrassed, "What you really want to say is that an outsider like me violated the constitution of the Principality of Shiga to forcibly punish the Sir of the Principality of Shiga, It is trampling on the constitution of the Principality of Shiga and making people lose respect for the constitution."

Supervising Rowell's expression was very painful. He admitted that it was not, and it was not true if he did not admit it.

Yang Qiu smiled and said: "This is going to go back to our previous discussion... A country's constitutional regulations do not start from the perspective of protecting the vast majority of law-abiding citizens, but deliberately give them to only the majority of citizens. A small number of people leave a back door where they can use money to eliminate disasters even if they violate the law. How can such a constitution be awe-inspiring?"

"But the existence of laws and regulations at least guarantees a certain order." Inspector Rowell's expression turned ugly, "Didn't you say it yourself, when you can't establish a new order, you shouldn't rush to destroy the old order."

"Not deliberately destroying the old order is not the same thing as following justice and order." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Isn't it more correct to start from the extent within one's ability and change little by little?"

Rowell monitored, and was silent again for a long time...

Yang Qiu was almost drinking a cup of tea, and the black-robed inspector spoke again with difficulty: "I still think you are too optimistic. Those who wear sharp knives will definitely use sharp knives. You pursue blindly with this wrong understanding. Power only hurts you."

Yang Qiu was strangely silent for a while...

He suddenly discovered that this black-robed inspector was not trying to touch him this time, but seemed to care about him, fearing that he would ruin himself...

——As expected of an ascetic monk, he has a much more conscience than those thieves. If you eat his food and drink his food, you will remember his goodness!

Yang Qiu smiled happily and said: "Thank you, Rowell. Don't worry, the road I insist on is not my own groping. In fact, I have a reference. I just followed the successful route of others."

Rowell was taken aback: "Others? Who?"

"A group of...remarkable people." Yang Qiu didn't explain much, just smiled.

He grew up in New China, and all he could hear and see was the deeds of that powerful army since he was a child.

The strong people in this world are lost in the powerful power, but he can never get lost, because he knows where the power should be used—it is not idealism, but it is successfully combined with practice and proven to be absolutely feasible Correct theoretical guidance!

Not only him, but Yang Qiu believes that as long as they are normal Chinese who have received compulsory education, they all know what to do—playing a survival strategy game, all Chinese people know that they should try their best to farm and preserve their vitality, so that as many people as possible can survive , How could a person like him go the wrong way!

Exile in the town.

Hal's shadow faded again, and another player entered his "alienated spiritual realm".

This time, when Hal cast his eyes on the ghosts that could be seen through his shadow, he was much calmer than last time.

In the ghost image, the undead are struggling to fight Jim, Harrington, and Olive who have been turned into monsters by his twisted mental projection.

Hal watched this strange picture in silence, his heart was...unexpectedly calm.

He knew it wasn't Jim, or Uncle Harrington, or Olive.

That monster was born out of his heart, a dark existence constructed by himself, carrying all his weak, dirty, unbearable, shameless, and guilty sides.

His own projection is also in the picture... Hiding in the corner, trembling, in a state of distress.

"...That's the real me." Hal looked at the image of the boy, and thought in his mind.

Powerless, incompetent, without the courage to resist the real strong, always holding self-righteous cleverness, avoiding real danger, hiding in dirty corners and lingering.

Hal felt that his face was a little hot... This kind of face to himself, even when no one was around, would make people feel embarrassed, not to mention that there were so many undead witnesses on the spot.

Sighing slightly inwardly, Hal had to admit...he was indeed not as brave as outsiders seemed, his real weakness was just hidden by him carefully.

The undead that entered this time were not opponents of the monsters in his heart, and they all disappeared after persisting for about 10 minutes.

Not long after the double image disappeared, another undead entered, and the picture reappeared, and Hal saw himself as a boy dragging a body bag again...

"This is really... so tortured." Hal thought numbly, "This is punishment, that bastard Yang did it on purpose, he just wanted me to see how unbearable I am."

The double image does not appear alone, Hal can see one or three separate and different images each time.

In each ghost image, 91 undead will appear, followed by him dragging a body bag.

That is to say... Hal can see two or even three of himself as a teenager at the same time, dragging a body bag, appearing in front of different undead, falling down in embarrassment, and being frightened by Jim crawling out of the body bag ...

Hal really wished that those undead would stab him to death when he was a boy.

When he thought this way, some players really did it...

It is probably due to the impatience caused by the continuous group destruction. A team of players decided to take a slanted sword after "getting into the capital". Can't pass.

When Hal saw such a scene in one of the three pictures, he even had a little expectation, hoping that the actions of these undead would set him free——

Then Hal saw... the "he" who had been chopped several times not only did not die, but also cried out "I have tried my best to be a scum, why do you want to kill me?" The dark version of the monster turned into an alienated monster again, killing the group of undead one by one.

Hal lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

This time he really wanted to die.

What right does he have to reject himself as a boy, he is ten thousand times worse when he is an adult than when he was a boy.

In the first half of the night, Hal and Tuttle, two brothers and sisters, wanted to hang themselves every hour and a half.

In the second half of the night, there was no movement from Tuttle's side, and Hal was the only one where the undead were coming in and out.

It was finally dawn... Tuttle, who recovered a little after a nap, and Rex, who was quiet and undisturbed all night, looked at the haggard Hal in silence, speechless for a long time...

Hal didn't even have the strength to question why Rex was so stable, he struggled to stand up: "Go to the Chamber of Commerce cafeteria to see what to eat."

Tuttle nodded, and silently came up to help him.

Rex was embarrassed to act with them (he thought it was Yang who took extra care of him), remembering that he hadn't tasted Liu's craftsmanship for more than ten days, so he followed up with the cheek.

The players who had been wiped out for an afternoon (afternoon on Earth) were full of resentment, seeing the two NPCs Hal and Tuttle reappearing in the town of exile, one by one glared.

Especially Hal, walking hundreds of meters from the Town Hall to Life Lane, whenever he saw his undead, he would stand still and salute with murderous intent.

Hal: "..."

The sense of grievance that he hadn't felt for many years lingered in his heart, and Hal almost didn't cry.

The undead still didn't care about their evil deeds that trampled Hal's self-esteem all night, and they muttered some rude words just by the tone:

"Why is Hal so hard to fight!"

"I'm really convinced. The NPCs in Xinshou Village have such a difficult book, so it's not about going to heaven when you create a group book in the future!"

"I'm so close to PTSD, dog day's heart demon book!"

After a dull meal in the cafeteria, being sent back to Westham by Yang, and reappearing in the militia headquarters where he had to stay all the time except for setting up stalls, Hal actually felt a sense of liberation to see the light of day again.

There are more than 1000 people in the headquarters of the militia, which is used as a temporary detention center, and most of them are clients of prostitutes.

The johns who are worth a lot of money are all transferred to the basement of the resettlement site in Area A. The johns who are locked here are either foreigners whose hometowns are far away and cannot prove their worth, or who cannot afford the huge ransom (Yang Qiu hates johns , the lion opened its mouth wide, and the minimum ransom was [-] gold coins), handicraftsmen, small businessmen, citizens of Innatrix, etc.

To these people... the Hals who are in charge of discipline must not have a good face, there is no time to let go, they have to raise their hands to report when they go to the bathroom, they will be beaten if they dare to dirty the room, they will be beaten if they dare to make a big noise, and they will not queue up to receive meals A beating...the beating made these people submissive, each and every one of them was as honest as a quail.

"Sir, how long are we going to be locked up?"

When the undead came to deliver their lunch, one of the johns who lined up to receive the meal couldn't take it anymore, so he nodded and bowed and asked Hal.

If you put aside yesterday's dishonest guy, Hal will definitely get a big mouth, but today Hal is not in the mood to teach others, and just said coldly: "How do I know, just wait."

The prostitute who asked the question was ready to be beaten, but when he saw that Hal unexpectedly stopped beating him, he boldly said, "Then, can you let me send a letter? I haven't been home for a long time. , my wife and children are still at home—"

The lazy Hal suddenly went berserk, kicked this guy out of the queue, rushed up and kicked him fiercely: "You have a wife and children and come out to whore! How dare you be wronged! How dare you feel wronged! How dare you feel wronged!"

Pansy, who was standing beside him, didn't prepare for Hal's sudden runaway, so he quickly went up and hugged Hal's waist, sweating profusely: "Forget it, forget it, Hal, don't make any problems and I won't explain it to you."

"This bastard doesn't know what shameful thing he has done, and he's ashamed to be wronged!" Hal yelled at Pan Xi with red eyes.

Pansy: "??" What the hell are you mad about? ?

Panxi had question marks all over her forehead, but she couldn't ask, so she had to keep comforting her...

The original mayor lined up behind the citizen of Inadoli who was questioning him. Seeing Hal's "good temper" today, he wanted to rely on his old man to beg for sympathy so that he could go home (the old man didn't know that his treasury was dug, the house was also requisitioned) took some quilts and clothes, and shut his mouth tightly when he saw this, not daring to lift his head.

——When will Baron Marcus come to save me!

The former mayor wailed inwardly.

After eating, the former mayor, who could only drink half full soup, mixed in the crowd and went back to his room, suddenly saw a large group of people rushing into the compound of the militia.

The group of prisoners who were moving slowly stopped suddenly, and many people looked up and down expectantly, hoping to see familiar faces inside and rescue themselves...

Obviously, they were doomed to be disappointed—now Westham is a taboo topic, and those who were sent to see the situation fled quickly when they saw the skeletons moving around the town from afar; Both Ra III and the Church of the Burning Sun stood still. Unless a third party appeared, Westem could only continue to "fall".

The new lord Charlie Rex, the new mayor Ji Tang, the newly appointed town hall clerks Ms. Shirley and Ms. Hibel, and a team of security teams on duty entered the compound and fought Hal who was in charge. After saying hello, they began to pick people among the prisoners.

The citizen of Inadoli who was angered by Hal was singled out because he was still relatively strong. The new mayor, Ji Tang, looked at this guy with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and nodded to the security team, and some team members took it off. A nylon restraint strap hung around the waist bound the man's hands.

The nylon restraint belt awakened the bad memory of this Innadri citizen, and he said with great fear: "What, what is this going to do?"

The people from the security team just came over to watch over him, so of course they couldn't answer him: "Don't talk nonsense, be honest!"

"Don't be nervous, just go to work." Rex explained with a good temper, "Mayor Ji Tang needs some people to clean up the sewers in the town. Although you are still detainees who are destroying the town's atmosphere, you can still get proper labor remuneration .”

Citizen: "This..."

"You don't want to go?" Hal said gloomily from the side.

"I want to go!" The citizen shuddered, "I am very willing to go!"

Rex stared blankly at Hal, but Hal didn't give him a look, turned his head and walked away with a snort.

There is a limit to the player's tolerance for the task of moving bricks. If the task of cleaning the stinky ditch that has accumulated dirt for many years is sent out, the player will rebel...

Rex, the new lord, has money in his hands, so it is not a problem to hire local people, but the problem is... When the Sanitation Bureau and the garbage station were established, the original relying on doing odd jobs in the red-light district, having no survival skills, and being able to mix to two The orphans, widows, old and weak who are already satisfied with a full meal are recruited.

Then he issued a notice calling for the middle-aged townspeople to dig out the sewers, but no one came at all.

The reason is that most of the townspeople don't have enough trust in the leadership team of the new lord and the new mayor; they can accept to make deals with the new lord's people, but they are not necessarily willing to accept the employment of the new mayor.

The worries of the townspeople are very real. They don't quite believe that the people who have taken over Westham for no reason can survive until the day when they will be paid their salaries...

Wouldn't it be a waste of hard work if the new lord was kicked out before he could get his salary?

Ji Tang couldn't force the townspeople to be employed, and Rex obviously wouldn't accept it either. After thinking about it for a while, he naturally focused on these prisoners who were eating nothing.

They picked and picked dozens of able-bodied coolies out of the thousands of people.

Hal, who had been watching coldly for a long time, walked over with a gloomy face, swayed over, scanned the singled out people one by one with that villain face that can scare a crying child, and sneered: "I know you people I dream of escaping... Now that you have a chance, you might as well try."

This group of people who were often beaten by Hal turned pale and shook their heads desperately: "No, no, absolutely not."

"You're welcome, just run away." Hal grinned, and said viciously, "The last time I caught your undead was very polite, but when I came in, there were no crippled ones, and I lacked a little deterrence... This kind of atmosphere I'm afraid of. I don't like it very much."

Citizen Inadoli, who had a low mouth earlier, fell to the ground in a hangover...

Former Bandit Leader Super Fierce!