This Game Is Too Realistic

"Move quickly!"

"A bunch of useless things!"

"You haven't eaten at all!"

The pier was filled with the rough roars of the prison guards and the crack of whips.

The workers carrying the boxes were like donkeys walking upright, coming and going between the deck of the cargo ship and the dock warehouse without complaint.

Not to mention the salary of eight silver coins an hour and eating in the same pot, even stopping to rest for a while is a luxury here. If you want to go to the toilet and drink water, you have to beg the prisoner.

This is Sails Harbor.

This is the Westport that players joke about.

A healthy slave here only costs 1,000 dinars.

Even though the population has become cheaper, businessmen from Triumph City still prefer to rent.

In the eastern part of the Zhongzhou Continent, many survivors have an "illusion" about the legion, believing that the legion is actually very well-behaved.

In fact, it is just because they have come into contact with too few Weiland people and do not yet understand the nature of these guys.

Every old resident of Luoye City knows very well what the Weirant people looked like when they first came to the River Valley Province, and what they looked like after being beaten and hurting.

The reason why they behaved so well in the eastern part of Middle-Continent was just because they were hurt by being beaten.

If it were Xifan Port, which was far outside the range of the alliance's power projection, they wouldn't even show it.

But what's interesting is that even though they have worked very hard to squeeze the locals, they are still dwarfed by the native nobles in Borneo.

So much so that General McClung couldn't help but sigh every time he passed by here. He was too kind when he was in the River Valley Province, and he didn't squeeze out the potential of the local survivors at all.

The residents living in the local area are named Weilant, followed by merchants from Silver Moon Bay and other places, as well as nobles and some free people from Borneo Province.

Since the slave trade was not prohibited locally, some nobles from the Lowell State migrated here after the fall of Golden Gallen Port.

As for the players, they are almost invisible here.

After all, there is neither an airport nor a save point opened by a big boss. It takes more than ten days to float on the sea to get here from the alliance port, and another ten days to go there.

If a mortal dies here, not only will all unsaved experience points be cleared, but all equipment and property will be exploded. This risk is completely disproportionate to the benefit!

However, although this place is useless to the players, it has a completely different meaning to the people of Velant.

Since the officials of Triumph City borrowed this territory from the empire, they have brought clean streets, beautiful houses and bright street lights here.

Bennot and other officials have high hopes for the local development prospects.

Even if the nobles of the empire have become pedantic and stubborn, no one should be able to refuse the decent life of the people.

They can influence the nobles of Shizhou through the abundant life in Xifan Port, and then influence the nobles of Tiandu through the nobles of Shizhou.

They don't expect to educate the guys here much, and they have no interest in doing charity. They need an ally that is intimidating enough to shoulder the pressure from the alliance.

On the port paved with sandstone bricks.

A bearded Willante man looked frequently at the diamond-encrusted pocket watch in his hand, with an expression on his face full of anxiety.

His name is Arman, and he is a businessman who sells cane sugar and tea. His main business is to deliver the sugar and black tea produced in Sifan Port to Triumph City and the ports controlled by the Southern Legion, and occasionally acts as a slave. merchant.

According to the original plan, his fleet should set off in the morning to the "Eternal Night Port" of the Southern Legion on the southernmost side of the Great Desert, and then detour to the western part of the Central Continent to bring the finest tea and sugar cubes to the Triumph City. port.

The plan cannot keep up with the changes.

Just yesterday, a piece of news was announced from the Governor's Office, which made the entire Weiland businessmen in West Sail Port excited!

The legion's expedition to Haiya Province is over, and a large amount of equipment stranded on the front lines is on sale!

As long as you purchase a voucher from the governor's office for a fee of 10,000 dinars and pay a certain amount of deposit, you can pack and transport those piled up in Haiyia Province at an ultra-low price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton. baby!

The only requirement of the Governor's Office of Saifan Port is that these arms purchased through vouchers must be shipped to Saifan Port!

And the target of the sale must be the West Sail Port Arms Reserve Bureau or the Empire!

Although this condition means that the selling price will be suppressed to a certain extent, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the Weiland merchants in Xifan Port.

After all, the price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton is so good, it’s almost like giving it for free!

They have been doing business for so many years, but they have never seen arms sold by weight!

Even if all the good stuff has been picked out and only some bullets are left, that is still a profit of more than 50%.

If you can buy the [Eastern Legion's Conquest Tank], your profits will be doubled!

Arman would not miss such a lucrative deal. Although he has no access to the arms trade, does this kind of business with closed eyes need any access?

What's more, if it doesn't work, it can be sold to the Weapons Reserve Bureau in Xifan Port, so you don't have to worry about it falling on your hands.

Praise to His Majesty the US Marshal!

Praise Governor Huye!

This is almost already a New Year's gift sent to them by the Governor's Office of Saifan Port!

What a coincidence, unfortunately, Arman is not the only one who thinks this way.

The entire West Sail Port was like crazy, and the berths of the piers were packed to the brim.

The people on the dock just finished filling the boat, and they didn't even have time to take a bite of the dry food. They were immediately urged by the prison guards to unload the food into the warehouse. If they were slower, they would be whipped.

But even so, in the face of the strong loading and unloading demand, the hard work of the coolies still seems to be a drop in the bucket.

The slaves themselves were to blame. After all, they were so hard-working and cheap that the port of West Sail Port could not use electrified loading and unloading equipment. If we encounter such a demand peak, we can only push ourselves a little harder.

Because there were so many ships rushing to unload, the port office and "labor agencies" had to go to nearby manors and plantations to recruit a group of slaves and serfs.

Looking at the busy dock, the bearded captain said with a frown.

"At this rate, I'm afraid we won't be able to set off until the next morning."

Arman couldn't help but said.

"Too slow, we have to hit the road today anyway!"

The captain's brows twitched fiercely and he looked at him with a wry smile.

"I understand your eagerness to make a fortune, but... you also have to consider the reality."

"Reality?" Arman put down his sleeves and looked at the captain with sharp eyes, "I tell you what reality is! Boxes and bundles of munitions are piled in Haiya Province, and they are weapons of the regular army! The ones in the east are Those losers have never been so generous! The merchant ships from the entire route are heading there, and we won’t even be able to drink soup if we get there late!”

Facing that aggressive gaze, the captain swallowed.

"Okay, even if these coolies can finish unloading the cargo before dark, should we go with an empty ship-"

"That's right, let's go with an empty boat!" Arman interrupted him without hesitation, and continued with an excited expression, "Except for supplies, we don't need to bring anything with us! There is no time for us to hesitate. No, we’re not doing business, we’re picking up money, you know?”

As he said this, Arman softened his tone and patted his captain on the shoulder.

"Prepare as I told you. This transaction is indispensable for your benefit...I can assure you that the share that belongs to you will be at least 1 million dinars!"

Hearing this generous reward, the captain held his breath subconsciously and nodded his neck unconsciously.

"good……"

One million dinars!

The captain’s ransom was not that high!

Compared with this property, the Yi family’s New Year celebrations are nothing.

Watching the captain leave, Arman continued to cast his gaze at the head of the lion tribe aside, and his warm spring breeze smile immediately collapsed.

"How long will it take to vacate my fleet?"

Faced with the urging of the Wilante man in front of him, Najib wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile on his face.

"I'll ask the prison guards to urge me to do my best to get there before the sun—"

"As much as possible?"

Arman raised his eyebrows, stared at him, and said word for word, "I don't care what method you use, you must unload all the goods before dark!"

As soon as Najib heard this, the sweat that he had just wiped suddenly appeared on his forehead again.

"Oh my god, it's before dark, but my lord, it's only three hours until dark -"

"That's your business." Arman said coldly without even looking at him, "The maximum grace period is [eight o'clock in the evening]. If you can't do it, I can only talk to your boss - or Talk to my partner.”

Hearing these words, Najib felt a faint chill on his back.

Although he is from the Lion Clan, he is just a commoner, nothing compared to those big shots with titles.

Therefore, even though this request sounded a bit too much, he could only grit his teeth and say it bravely.

"I'll find some more people..."

"Go ahead."

Armen waved his hand impatiently and shooed the guy away like a fly.

Facts have proved that urging is still effective.

Under the desperate urging of the prison guards, the slaves exerted all their strength, and they finally vacated the last two ships before the sun sank below the sea level.

Najib was eagerly preparing to ask Lord Arman for credit, but was blocked by the crowd in front of the pier.

I saw a group of coolies forming a circle on the small dock. In the middle, a skinny guy was lying on the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

This guy is really too thin, and his skin has been tanned black and red by the sun, looking like a smoked sausage.

Najib pushed his way into the middle of the crowd and kicked the guy on the ground. Seeing that he had stopped moving, he looked at the people on the dock next to him and asked.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

A tall and thin man said with his head lowered.

"His name is Orissa——"

Before he finished speaking, he was whipped on the forehead and staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, his friend next to him held his arm and prevented him from falling into the sea.

Blood seeped out from the opened flesh, covering his eyes and half of his face. It was shocking to see.

The man seemed stunned. He touched his forehead and stood there in confusion.

"Who cares what his name is? Drag him off the pier for me! Damn it! Don't you know how busy we are today? Don't get stuck here!" Najib yelled, cursing and fidgeting with the whip in his hand. Pointing his finger, he shouted back all the workers surrounding him.

The crowd blocking the dock finally dispersed, and the port returned to its usual busyness.

Glancing at the wooden box that had sunk into the sea, the corners of Naji's mouth twitched in pain.

What a pity for the fine tea...

One pack can cover half of his monthly salary.

Fortunately, he did not need to compensate for the lost goods. These big shots had already anticipated the clumsiness of these rough guys, and the loss of one or two boxes of goods was within the acceptable range.

Otherwise, even if you sell him, you won’t be able to afford the compensation...

After being scolded, Laoyu carried the poor man named Orisa to the Laoyu registration office. This was a routine procedure. The dead person had to cross out his name, otherwise he would be regarded as a runaway slave, and the whole family would be killed. Have to suffer.

The staff at the registration office checked the list and found that this guy was not a slave at all, but a free citizen.

Of course, he was just surprised.

After all, free people without land may not necessarily live more comfortably than slaves.

Especially if you have a family to support before you die, your stomach may be full of dirt.

"Are there any of his family members here too?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, expressing that they didn't know where this poor guy lived.

The staff didn't bother to bother. When they heard that no relatives were here, they closed the registration book in their hands.

"Let his family come."

A laborer couldn't bear it and asked in a low voice.

"...What should I do with this person?"

The staff member rolled his eyes.

"You're already dead. Just find a place to bury him. Is he still alive?"

As he spoke, he continued to urge.

"Move out quickly, don't stop here and get in the way."

The two guards stared straight at this side, and the workers who brought Orissa here could only carry the body out again.

A group of people stood in the street confused, not knowing where to go, wondering in a few words whether to go to his family first or find a place to bury him first.

After all, people have to be buried in the end. Isn’t that piece of red soil in the suburbs prepared for this?

Everyone sympathized with Orissa's experience, and couldn't help but be surprised that this usually silent old guy was actually a free citizen who had redeemed himself.

No wonder he works so hard!

Some people had envious expressions on their faces.

After all, he died as a slave and had nothing. When a freeman dies, his family can at least receive compensation.

Although 800 dinars is not much, it is already a huge sum of money to them.

This is one of the few benefits that Vaillante fought for them.

However, although some people were envious, others looked towards the port with hatred.

Most of these people are believers who have converted to the Silver Moon Sect.

Most of them are listeners of the "Silver Gospel", and most of them have heard "The Awakening of Bol" translated and recited by Mr. Melgio, the pastor from Silver Moon Bay.

That is their enlightenment reading material.

Although they have never been to Boulder City, they clearly remember how the people there did it.

Perhaps because of the extreme anger, a ray of fire finally burst out from the suppressed silence.

"Look, these are the so-called 'free people'..."

A hoarse voice floated out of the crowd, and a tall and thin man walked out.

He was the man who had been whipped on the dock.

A shocking scar was printed on his forehead, dyeing the white gauze red.

Seeing the ferocious appearance, people couldn't help but take two steps back, with expressions of fear on their faces.

The man didn't stop, his hoarse voice gradually became hysterical, completely releasing the anger in his chest.

"They took everything from us and put a label on it! One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... Siren coins or dinars, buy it! Our blood, our sweat, our sweat Buying something that belongs to us will make them great and wise!”

"Then... when we finally buy back the things that belong to us, and when they finally drain the last drop of our blood, we can lie down in the red soil like Orissa."

There was silence.

That despair and fate are oppressive and suffocating.

What's the point of working so hard if there's nothing left to commemorate in the end?

What free people...

That plump bait was a scam from the beginning!

Perhaps it was the silence of the people that gave him the courage to continue speaking. He clenched his fists tightly and tortured his soul while watching the people around him.

"Tell me! Why do we want to buy something that belongs to us!"

"But what can we do..."

Finally, a muffled complaint came from the crowd, breaking the silent silence.

Looking at the restless crowd, the man did not flinch. Instead, his mind became hot and he shouted.

"What can we do! Boer has told us what to do! We must unite!"

"Then what?"

This time he didn't speak because someone in the crowd shouted it out for him.

"Are you still asking? Of course we want to take back what belongs to us!"

Angry roars arise one after another, and revengeful emotions overlap in the contagion.

The more they gathered, the more they gathered. Their numbers blunted their fear, and the thousand pillars that sealed their courage seemed to disappear.

Even the most timid person has a furious expression on his face at this moment——

And hatred!

"This is not over yet!"

"That's right!"

"Orissa cannot die in vain!"

"They must pay!"

The chatter became louder and louder, and finally attracted the guards from the port area.

Although these guards rarely enter the slums outside the port area to enforce the law, this is a special period after all. There is a shortage of people everywhere in the entire dock. How can so many people be allowed to gather here to make noise.

Leading the guard was none other than Najib, the leader. He held the whip he had passed before tightly in his hand and shouted loudly at the workers gathered together.

"What are you doing here? It takes so long to lift someone? Why don't you go back to work!"

Everyone was getting emotional, and someone in the crowd shouted.

"We quit!"

"Quit? Haha! I turned against you!" Najib raised his eyebrows and swung the whip in his hand. However, he didn't hit the guy who was teasing him. Instead, he hit a passerby who was watching the fun. He even blew out that man's eyeballs.

I saw people kneeling down in pain, covering their eyes, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Seeing the blood, the crowd was in an uproar. Thousands of people gathered on the road, shouting and surrounding Najib.

Having never seen such a scene before, Najib was also startled and couldn't help but take a step back.

But he soon realized that he had given up too early.

Hearing a gunshot from behind, the guard holding the Ripper rifle fired several shots straight into the sky without saying a word.

"Pop-pa-!"

The sound of the gunshot was like cold water poured on a soldering iron, and with a sizzling sound it completely extinguished the hot emotions.

This is not Boulder after all.

Boer is not from Borneo.

There was excitement a second ago, but people showed fear on their faces and fled in all directions. In a moment, the streets were cleared.

Najib was also stunned for a moment, then smiled coyly and looked at the officer behind him with a high nose.

"Hehe... Sir, I said, these guys are as timid as mice and can't cause any big trouble."

The Valeant officer glanced at him contemptuously and loaded his rifle in silence.

He was from the Southern Legion and had been a colonial guard for more than ten years. He suppressed the attack at least two or three times, and the most violent one forced them to bring out all the 902mm heavy artillery.

The situation here is indeed rare. As soon as the gunshot is fired, it is over without anyone dying.

Of course he was satisfied.

But——

It just makes him look down upon.

…

The night in Xifan Harbor gradually deepens, and the evening wind blowing in the harbor from the sea is slightly cold.

The commotion at the entrance to the labor registration office did not affect the busyness here at all.

The pier is still busy with people coming and going, and the sparkling display windows are still resplendent.

The phrase "We quit" was like a joke.

I just felt sorry for the passerby who had his eyeball exploded. He couldn't find anyone to tell his grievances.

Finally, everything was ready to go. Standing at the port, Arman was reluctant to say goodbye to his family.

"...It's my birthday soon, so we can't wait until the festival is over." The little girl wearing a tattered dress raised her lips slightly, her dark brown hair was tied into a princess braid, just like a real princess. Same.

Birthday is celebrated on the second weekend of January every year. For the people of Wilant, this is a more important holiday than the previous year.

It is said that that was their birthday and the beginning of all the glory and legend.

It is precisely for this reason that no matter how busy they are, people in Weiland will choose to take this day off and stay with their families.

Arman originally planned to do the same, and even planned to return to Triumph City to participate in the birthday celebration.

But unfortunately, the big shots in Triumph City gave too much...

Arman touched his daughter's head and said dotingly.

"Be good, wait until dad comes back and bring you a gift."

"Hmm..." Ruby pouted reluctantly, "Your taste is too unique, so how could you give your daughter a specimen of a mutant head?"

"Haha! Sorry! Dad didn't think well!"

Arman smiled and picked up his lovely daughter, making her giggle and spin around in the air several times before placing her back on the ground.

He gently scratched his daughter's nose and continued in a doting tone.

"Then what gift do I, Ruby, my lovely wife, want?"

Ruby's eyes sparkled and she said immediately.

"I want to play with sister Ansuya!"

Ansuya is the daughter of Earl Sharma.

The latter is a well-known nobleman in Lion State. He not only owns a plantation of more than 100,000 acres in the outer suburbs of Xifan Port, but also has an extremely extensive social circle in Tiandu. He was also interested in Arman at the time. partner.

Every time he talks about love, Arman will bring his daughter with him.

Ruby didn't know how big the Ansu Yajia Manor was, and she didn't care, but she was deeply impressed by the maze-like garden.

Every time she went with her father, she would pull Ansuya and hide and seek with other children in the manor.

Hearing such a simple request, Arman petted his daughter's head.

"Okay! Dad will take you when you get back!"

After a pause, he smiled again and said.

"Of course, daddy still has to bring gifts... My lovely Ruby will just stay at home and look forward to it!"

Speaking of which, when this trip is over, he also plans to contact Earl Sharma to see if he can use some power to make this batch of goods have some value for money.

When the time comes, just take your daughter with you to disturb that guy.

"Come back quickly!"

The little girl stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, then ran back to her mother.

Gently patting her daughter's hand, Margery looked at her husband lovingly, with a charming smile on her face.

"be careful on the road."

"Don't worry! It's not my first time running this route! Wait for me good news!"

After giving his wife a kiss, Arman grinned and stood back on the dock with his suitcase.

"See you next month! Wait for me!"

After saying that, he turned back in three steps and followed his captain and his men onto the deck, following the sound of the long air whistle and drifting away.

At the same time, on the street less than 500 meters away from the pier, a mother and daughter came to the door of the labor registration office.

Since the pier does not recruit women, few women will appear here.

Unless there is a situation...

People unconsciously moved out of the way, and the woman with a rickety figure said thank you, while holding the little girl's hand tightly, and hurriedly walked to the counter.

The staff member who was on duty before had gone off duty. This time, a young man with a slicked back hair was sitting here, eating melon seeds while chatting and laughing with the man next to him.

Many young nobles, whether high or low, like to place their children to work here.

After all, Tiandu is too far away for them, but the Weiland people in the port area are right in front of them.

Especially in the labor registration office position, I often interact with Weiland people.

If it can be appreciated by the people of Weiland, it will be equivalent to reaching the sky in one step!

The little girl stood on tiptoes, stuck her head out from under the counter, and spoke before her mother.

"Where's my dad?"

Hearing that timid voice, the young man turned his head over with a smile and asked.

"Your dad? Who is your dad?"

The little girl continued.

"Orisa...he is tanned. The pastor of the Moon Church said his lungs are not good and he is always coughing."

Worried that the staff didn't know what her father looked like, she gestured with his portrait vigorously with her hands.

However, because the description was too abstract, its only effect was to make the young man sitting behind the counter increasingly impatient.

"Sorry...for disturbing you."

The ricket-shaped woman was much more silent. First she pulled her daughter to signal her to stop talking, then she found a crumpled paper coupon and hurriedly put it on the table.

That's proof of identity.

Her husband was ill and was the only thing that proved that they had no master.

Seeing this certificate, the impatience on the young man's face softened a little. He turned over the list and looked up the name on the certificate, and sure enough he found the name Orissa.

"I registered here last month."

"This name sounds familiar... Oh, it's the one I sent just now!"

Sitting next to him, he thought about it, then opened the drawer with a smile, took out a wallet that had been wrapped in advance and threw it on the counter.

"I was just talking to you about this! It's that old guy who exhausted himself to death..."

When they heard the "dang" sound, both mother and daughter were stunned, and there was a buzzing in their ears.

The woman with a stooped figure moved her lips, and finally silently put away the bag of money, holding it tightly in her hand.

At that moment, her body seemed to have shrunk even smaller.

Not wanting to stay here for a second, she took her daughter's hand and hurriedly left the counter, escaped from the suffocating atmosphere, and walked out onto the street.

The evening breeze blowing in from the port area was extremely cold.

The girl looked at her mother with those black eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"Where's dad..."

Her mother, who usually responded to her, did not speak this time. She just quickened her pace and pulled her towards home. Her shoulders trembled slightly as if she was suppressing something.

As if she finally understood where her father was, the little girl lowered her head and said nothing, but she didn't cry either. She just held her mother's calloused hand tightly.

Her father always hoped that she would become sensible as soon as possible. She was always confused about what being sensible meant, but now it seemed that she finally understood a little bit.

She also has two younger brothers who are much younger than her.

She has to learn to be strong.

The mother and daughter passed by the Silver Moon Church, like a drop of water falling before a storm, quietly blending into the silent night.

Standing at the door of the shabby church, Melgio looked at the injured laborers and sighed softly, and worked with other priests to bandage the wounds of these poor people.

He wants to help these poor people.

But he was worried about whether he had harmed them.

"Goddess Silver Moon...please protect your poor believers and protect them from misfortunes and disasters."

Please also protect me and don’t make mistakes that I regret too late...

His index finger touched the silver moon hanging on his chest, he chanted softly in his mouth and prayed devoutly in his heart.

He always has an unknown premonition.

Something big is going to happen at Saifan Port...