Rhode Island Park Project

Together with the armored knights escorting them, the huge convoy directly occupied the entire street's traffic space, and all the original pedestrians were evacuated to the roadside in the name of traffic control.

The agitator was suddenly cheered up.

It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early!

"Damn Victorians!"

"You're making such a big noise all day, can't you let us pass?"

"Can you please go over there sooner and get out of here sooner?"

The roadside was filled with curses.

Mr. Instigator immediately joined in excitedly.

"Damn Victorians!"

While cursing, he approached the passerby next to him and asked humbly, pretending to be a newcomer:

"What's going on with these people? We've already been locked up here. Are they going to build some weapons here?"

"Oh, this one is for building a house."

The passerby Sarkaz replied calmly.

"what?"

The instigator reacted blankly for a while, and the passerby Sarkaz showed a look of disgust and pointed to the distance, "Do you see those rows of buildings over there?"

"Uh, I see."

The instigators followed the direction and indeed saw several rows of brand new high-rise residential buildings that were somewhat inconsistent with the style of the nearby low-rent housing area.

And from his perspective as a person coming from Colombia, those buildings even looked like high-end apartments.

Mr. Instigator had a strange look on his face.

“Did they build all those buildings?”

"Yes."

The passerby Sarkaz still looked calm.

"Then what are you scolding? Oh, I know."

Mr. Demagogue found the answer independently and became re-energized, “They are actually invading our place!

"They say this city is the promised land of us Sarkaz, but these shameless Victorians actually want to build their houses here!"

Mr. Instigator turned around, extremely satisfied with his understanding, only to find that the passerby Sarkaz was looking at him as if he were a fool.

"Which Victoria has the guts to live in our neighborhood? Are you trying to save your life?"

The instigator's expression froze.

It seems so?

"Are you new here?"

The passing Sarkaz glanced at him sideways.

Mr. Instigator immediately became alert: "Yes, yes."

The passerby Sarkaz raised his hand and pointed his thumb towards the other end of the street:

"Go to the neighborhood committee over at the intersection and get a work ID, then you can line up and get your keys. It'll probably take a while for the building over there, so they'll probably give you a regular apartment first. It's free anyway, so you should be able to move in in a few days. Just make do with it for a few days."

Mr. Instigator was filled with questions:

"for free?"

"Yes."

Passerby Sarkaz nodded and kindly reminded him, "As long as you've worked here for 15 years, you can officially own the house. At least you don't have to pay to find a place to live. Anyone who asks for money is a scammer."

The instigators were speechless.

Does Rhodes Island have so much money that it has nowhere to burn it? Don't give it to me!

The unscrupulous real estate developers in Colombia are so heartbreaking that anyone who hears about them will cry. They are actually giving this place away for free?

How can I do anything when you are so generous?

No, no—

Mr. Demagogue has spotted a blind spot.

"Then what were you yelling about?"

Just now, everyone along the way was shouting and cursing.

Speaking of this, Mr. Passerby also became angry:

"These are all the benefits Her Highness Theresa fought for. Even though she fell into the hands of the enemy, she still did so much for us. She must have paid a price that others could never imagine!

“Your Highness—!”

Mr. Passerby cried out in grief.

"Oh."

The instigator said expressionlessly, "Then we don't want this house anymore, and we'll fight them?"

The Sarkaz who was crying out in grief suddenly changed his expression and said solemnly:

"Her Highness said that we should live well, work and live well, and not let her efforts go to waste."

The instigator complained wildly in his heart.

Damn, your princess is really valuable!

This building is probably 20 to 30 stories high, with several rows of them. Even if they were inlaid with diamonds, they wouldn't be that valuable, right?!

As if he had seen through his thoughts, Mr. Passerby said to him seriously:

"We are only using the enemy's resources to build up our strength so that we can rescue Her Highness Theresa later!"

By the time you rescue your princess, you won’t even know what shape she’ll be in, right?

Mr. Instigator fought the urge to roll his eyes.

then,

He thought of another blind spot.

"Those armored knights...seems like they're not just Victorians, right? There's also Longmen, Ursus, and the like. How did you sort them out?"

He pointed at the armored knights who were all wrapped up tightly.

Mr. Passerby was silent for a moment.

"It doesn't matter, we're cursing Victorians anyway!"

The instigator had a pair of dead fish eyes.

"What about the people from Rhodes Island?"

"They didn't touch our people, and we don't have any life-and-death feud."

"But they helped the Victorians. Otherwise, we Sarkaz might not have lost."

"So we can't beat them now. If you want to get beaten, you can go ahead. I won't stop you."

The instigator dropped the subject and went to the block committee at the intersection to receive a key to low-rent housing, and was told that a new apartment building would be available in two days.

The instigator felt that his job prospects this time were bleak.

He took advantage of the past two days to travel around the Kazdale region and found that it was a routine for the Sarkaz here to scold the Victorians, regardless of whether the opponents were from Longmen or Tara.

Then bordering the Kazdel District are the Lungmen District and the Tara District.

The workers transporting supplies at the border packed up the goods faster than anyone else while cursing. They cursed the harshest words but worked the hardest with their hands. The Sarkaz and Tara people could even curse the Victorians together, and they were almost like good brothers who were arm in arm with each other.

Mr. Instigator also had a general understanding of the situation in the city.

Rhodes Island's record of zero casualties against the Sarkaz in the Battle of Londinium did indeed bring considerable benefits. This battle was officially defined as a battle for sovereignty between the two demon kings.

In addition, Rhodes Island and the Sarkaz didn't actually have any major grudges, so the moderates approved of Rhodes Island's actions, and the radicals... approved of Rhodes Island's actions because they couldn't defeat them.

He even thought that these Sarkaz were living quite happily here. After all, the most magical thing about Rhodes Island was—

Here you can choose not to work and go to school?!

The school provides food and accommodation, as well as basic living allowance, medical care and medical insurance.

Mr. Instigator, who came from Columbia and had experienced the tuition and medical expenses of Columbia, was almost dumbfounded.

What a joke! He even wants to live here! Rhodes Island perfectly fits his dream of living a life of idleness and waiting for death!

Although the school’s minimum living allowance can only meet the most basic needs, if you want to buy something you have to work hard to get good grades or go to work, but at least you won’t die!

This alone, for many Sarkaz who were previously struggling on the line between life and death, has become as important as the special name "Kazdel".

When Mr. Instigator finally received his apartment key card two days later, he looked at the smart electronic lock door, the complete smart home system, and the 120-square-meter house with three bedrooms and two living rooms. He began to seriously consider a question:

Why don't you just hang out here?

It would take at least half a lifetime to save up for such a house in Colombia... His mission bonus was only 10 Colombian gold coupons!

……

Kazdel District.

Banshee's Lair, top floor.

"...Can't these people have some backbone?!"

Luo Hang, who was hugging the Banshee Lord in a black dress, was very angry.

In just a few days, more than 40 of those guys from Colombia rebelled and came to find them. These were those who were disguised as Sarkaz. The number of real Sarkaz instigators who rebelled reached an astonishing 80.

He didn't even know if there were so many people left on the other side!

But what made Luo Hang angry was:

"I finally got a chance to go on a date. Can these people please fight for it and buy me some more time?"

The dignified Banshee Lord looked at Luo Hang's childish reaction with both amusement and composure.

"Don't put on such an attitude. If you want to come to my place for tea, how can I refuse you? It's just a matter of whether you are willing or not."

"Well, why wouldn't I want to? I wish I could come to see you, Xiaolian, every day."

Luo Hang quickly put on a serious look.

Lamaren glanced at him gently.

"But when Theresa showed me your schedule, I couldn't find any space."

"Uh……"

"If you had always been by my side, I wouldn't have needed to initiate the Banshee Mysteries and give birth to Aifan to accompany me."

"Uh…………"

Chapter 623 logos: What is my mother doing?

This is indeed a bit embarrassing to talk about.

The Banshee tribe is extremely female-dominated, with a very high proportion of female members. Normal reproduction would definitely not lead to such a situation. The main reason is that Banshees can give birth to offspring through rituals.

Well, you only need one person, parthenogenesis.

Then, Lamaren’s personality is rather... literary.

Maybe people who are engaged in art tend to like to express sadness about autumn and spring, especially in literature and music.

If he was out having affairs and never came home, the princess who had been lured into an old relationship by him might come over excitedly to catch him in adultery, or wait for him to come back and do all sorts of weird things. But as for Lamaren, she would probably lock herself up in her boudoir and write sentimental songs about the past and the present, full of resentment, the kind that would make people's consciences run high when they heard her singing.

then……

Didn't he go to Leithania to cause trouble? He's been gone for about, uh... 20 years...

cough cough.