Chapter 437 Caliber is justice!

  The airport in the north of Shuguang City.

  Drawing the large transport plane with blue tail flames, it landed slowly on the spacious runway.

  A group of players stood by the airport and watched enviously, talking about when the alliance can also complete this thing.

  Looking at the mole that got out of the cabin door, and the mosquito that happened to be near the airport, I asked curiously.

   "Where's Fang Chang? Why didn't he come back with you?"

   Mole shook his head and said with a smile.

   "No, that guy has disappeared since arriving in Ideal City, and I don't know where he went to fool around."

   When Mosquito heard it, he was immediately amused, and started to arrange it with a cheap smile.

   "Understood! This guy probably lost contact because he was in a nightclub!"

  Deadly: "This guy, is he worthy of his little wife at home!"

  Hunting Soul: "It's too hateful!"

   Killing God: "Pass it on! Fang Chang has been fooling around until he loses contact!"

   Persuading the fight: "It's being passed on, it's being passed on!"

  Looking at these restless guys, Mole smiled and said to himself, you should pass it on, it’s better to spread it a little more outrageously.

   In this way, I can balance my heart.

  However, within two seconds of his laughing, the good brothers of the Skeleton Corps surrounded him.

  The brothers are not polite at all, they don’t even say a word of pleasantries, and they ask questions eagerly as soon as they meet.

   "Dude, where's the game?"

   "Is it on sale?"

   "How many sales have been made?"

   "Why don't you bring a game console back and have a look!"

  Mole's expression was slightly awkward, he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile.

   "Just released, just released... how can there be sales if it was put on the shelves last night."

   As for the game console, there is nothing wrong with it.

  That thing needs the endpoint cloud to provide information services.

  Although I heard that the server in the shelter is also a quantum computer, the administrator should not use the precious computing power and nuclear energy to play games for them.

  Irena looked at Mole with a funny smile on her face and said.

   "It's settled, sell your **** and pay us back if you hit the street."

   "More than one million, brother!" Elf King Fugui also had a smile on his face, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Don't forget, that's more than one million!"

  Mole's forehead had beads of sweat, and he forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, when did the Lord cheat you? This project is absolutely reliable! A stable batch!"

   As he spoke, he complained frantically in his heart.

   These dogs!

  Grandpa led you to make a fortune, cut the leeks of the neighbors, you just stare at the principal!

   Can you have a little pattern!

  As long as their game becomes a hit, the brothers of the Skeleton Corps will immediately become the richest tycoons in the league!

Everything will be better!

  However, this group of guys who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal obviously don't care about the little money.

  The main reason is to see if this guy will really sell his **** after losing money.

  Senior cloud player [Professor Yang, King of Thunder and Lightning] has already launched a game on the forum, and spent a huge amount of money to bet a silver coin that his game will never be popular.

  The reason is simple.

  In terms of setting, even if it is not an era of prosperity, people have been playing the "Internet" for more than two hundred years, and the surfing time is longer than the earth, so I don't know where it is!

  Have you never seen a flying pig?

  The reason why people don't have that type of game is not because they can't make it, but the result of market choice!

  Brother Ye Ao also gambled half a silver coin for the New Year's Eve money, but he didn't have so many twists and turns, mainly because he didn't miss the money.

   One thing to say and one reason to say, although the game is virtual, the virtual also needs to be logical. As long as it is different from his logic, it must be impossible, even if it is possible, it is illogical!

   Logical closed loop, old iron is fine!

  Everyone was joking.

  At this time, a blue power armor, carrying a huge nitrogen-powered hammer and a Gauss rifle, walked towards the direction of the crowd.

  Out of respect (favorability level) for that adult, everyone quickly stopped the swearing.

   Especially Mole, when he saw the manager, he seemed to see a savior.

  He quickly seized the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of his good brothers, stood up straight with a loyal face, and knocked his right fist on his chest.

   "Dear Master Manager, may I ask you to recall your most loyal warrior, what are your orders?"

  Chu Guang smiled faintly.

   Did not answer directly, but simply beckoned.

"follow me."

   After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the airport.

  Seeing the broad back, Mole was taken aback for a moment, and then got excited, and hurriedly followed.

   Did not speak in public.

   There must be some big action!

Just as the mole was bathed in envious and jealous eyes, and was walking towards the barracks behind the camp boss, a pale lady was limping off the cabin door. airplane.

  As soon as her feet touched the ground, she couldn't help retching.

  Actually speaking, the killer whale transport plane uses a "hair dryer" at any rate, and it flies I don't know how many times more stable than an "oil hair dryer".

  However, people's physiques are different, and some people are born unable to stand this kind of transportation.

  For example, Li Shuyue is this kind of person.

  She didn't know why this happened, this was the first time she left Ideal City, and it was the first time she went so far away.

  Obviously she didn't feel a thing when she took the maglev car and the elevator, but she started to get airsick not long after leaving Ideal City.

  Li Changkong looked at the woman who got off the plane in surprise, and hurried forward to help her.

   "President Li? Why are you here?"

  Although Kisaragi Group is only a subsidiary of Ideal Group, no one dares to underestimate this CEO.

  As the manager of the construction department of Ideal Group, Li Changkong is quite familiar with the family conditions of the major shareholders in the group.

  For example, this Li Shuyue, her father is one of the major shareholders of Ideal Group.

   Kisaragi Group can achieve a market value of tens of billions. Of course, the CEO's personal ability is in it, but the background also played a big role in being able to get financing and orders from Ideal Group.

   This situation is not uncommon in Ideal City.

  Due to the decentralized management of Ideal City, it was originally implemented in the financial field, so there is no central bank there, and there is no bank serving the central bank.

The asset management and venture capital departments of major groups perform some of the functions of banks. Generally, start-up companies want to obtain funds, either to borrow money from other companies, or to initiate crowdfunding projects on the endpoint cloud, or to obtain funds only through roadshows. VCs from other companies or potential clients.

  As for why this phenomenon occurs, it has to start with the essence of the currency Cr (credit point).

   "...Is this the Dawn City?" Li Shuyue looked around, looking at the bare land and the monotonous hangars in the distance, with a slightly disappointed expression.

  It feels like a very ordinary survivor settlement.

   None of them may be comparable to some of the slightly larger survivor city-states in Yunjian Province.

  When she was investigating relevant information on the endpoint cloud, she still had some expectations in her heart.

Especially those scholars and experts in the ideal city, they don't blush when they brag, and they can't wait to blow up the alliance as the hope of human civilization, one of the few sociological experimental fields that have achieved results, compatriots with different blood lines, and idealism. lover's paradise...

  In short, people who have been there say it is good, and those who have not been there also say good.

  The results look...

That's it?

  Just personal opinion,

  Maybe the alliance is too young, her first impression was a little disappointed, and she was even a little worried about the investment.

   "That's right, this is the airport in the north of Shuguang City. A little further south is the urban area. There is a road of hundreds of kilometers over there that we built!"

   Li Changkong said happily, showing off the results of his work over the past month.

  Li Shuyue, who was still airsick, nodded, but her expression was obviously not very interested.

  She just wants to find a place to solve her personal hygiene problem now.

   "Is there... a washing area here?" Her expression was slightly unnatural, and she had already written all she wanted to say on her face.

   "Washing area?"

  Li Changkong froze for a moment, then smiled awkwardly as if thinking of something, "There are public toilets...but you may not be used to it."

   Li Shuyue looked at a loss, not understanding what could be unaccustomed to this, there must be a separate toilet and washbasin after all.

  Seeing her blank expression, Li Changkong said embarrassedly.

"Uh... they are still in the initial stage of development, and the conditions here are a bit primitive. You have no business travel experience, so you choose such a difficult place when you come up... Actually, I don't recommend it very much. I suggest that you come here with more preparations would be better."

  Li Shuyue looked back at the plane, and the moment she saw that thing, her legs went limp subconsciously.

   It is not impossible to go back by plane now.

but-

  Her stubborn temper came up.

  Everyone has come, so we can’t go back empty-handed.

  Gritting her teeth, Li Shuyue turned around with a cold face, her crescent-like eyes narrowed.

   "You underestimate me?"

  Li Changkong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"how come?"

   Li Shuyue said lightly.

   "Please arrange a hotel for me... the best hotel here."

   "Okay!" Nodding quickly, Li Changkong thought it was too late to build the building, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "I'll help you get in touch right away!"

   The most famous hotel in the alliance is naturally a road hotel.

  However, the reason why it is famous is not because of how comfortable the hotel itself is, but because of the excitement here.

  Because merchants traveling from south to north often stay here, the news here is often the most well-informed. Sometimes the bartender at the bar will know things that the managers don't know.

  Just stood at the door.

  Looking at the bustling hotel lobby, Li Changkong, who was here for the first time, became embarrassed again, and said quickly.

   "How about... I will help you apply for the dispatcher qualification of the parent company. You can live in the embassy as a diplomatic staff. The houses there and even the cement are shipped from Ideal City."

  Li Shuyue shook her head, and crossed the threshold with her suitcase.

   "That's not in compliance, I'll just live here."

  Li Changkong's expression became a little subtle.

  If it comes to compliance issues...

   Might as well discuss how you got here.

   But having said that, the group and the council did not expressly stipulate that "unrelated persons" are not allowed to use military aid flights for business reasons.

   noticed the situation at the entrance of the hotel.

  Lisa, who was dressed as a waiter, stepped forward, looked at the well-dressed lady in front of her cautiously, and said cautiously.

   "Hi ma'am, are you here to find someone?"

  Although she was carrying luggage in her hands, Lisa subconsciously felt that this didn't seem like a guest who would come to stay here.

   "I'm here to stay at the hotel," Li Shuyue glanced at the old man behind the bar, then looked at Li Changkong next to her, frowning, "Why are child laborers employed here?"

   "I'm an adult." Lisa quickly explained.

  Li Changkong quickly said: "I can assure you that the laws and implementation of the alliance are definitely the benchmark for the entire River Valley Province!"

  Li Shuyue glanced at Lisa suspiciously, but did not make things difficult for the little girl, and said in a soft voice.

   "Can you help me find a quieter room?"

  Lisa nodded obediently.

   "Hmm! Please leave the luggage to me."

  Li Shuyue shook her head.

   "No, I'll just hold it myself."

  …

  A military camp not far from the airport.

   Mole, who was following Chu Guang, was thinking all the way, what treasure the manager wanted to take him to see.

   Finally arrived at the destination, a warehouse with a large area appeared in front of him.

  Pausing at the door of the warehouse, Chu Guang looked at the guards on duty and nodded.

  The iron door opened quickly.

  A pitch-black figure quickly entered Mole's pupils, and at the same time, excitement and eager desire floated on his face.

   That's a tank.

  The majestic body and heavy front armor perfectly interpret the phrase that big is beautiful.

   Especially the muzzle, which is so thick that half of the face can be stuffed into it, and the 10mm coaxial machine gun connected in parallel to the side of the barrel, are a combination of mechanical beauty and violent aesthetics.

   It is not a BMP like the No. 1 tank with five pairs of road wheels and a large cart carrying a small gun!

   But a real tank!

   It's just that the thick and long barrel seems a little too big.

   Completely went from one extreme to the other.

  Looking at the steel monster in front of him, Chu Guang had a fatherly smile on his face.

"Tank No. 2, produced by Factory No. 81, has a wider body than Tank No. 1. The Chang Ge Group's assistance engineer helped us improve the turret, and the Silver Wing Group helped us improve the power system and transmission structure. The guns were 155mm smoothbore guns—”

   "155!?" Mole's eyes widened, and he gasped for a mouthful of engine oil-smelling cool air.

   Chu Guang nodded.

   "Yes, don't you think the bigger the caliber, the better?"

   "Yeah! That's great!"

  Mole excitedly nodded like a chick pecking rice, and his eyes lit up.

  He agrees with this sentence so much!

   Sure enough, managers still have a big picture, big strategy, great wisdom, and big vision...

  Those who are taller than his "fellow friends" don't know where they are!

  Chu Guang smiled kindly, looked at the tank in the factory building and continued.

   "At present, we have produced 30 No. 2 tanks, which have just been unloaded at the train station. In addition, there are 5 B-type tanks, using the No. 60 electromagnetic gun imported from Ideal City."

   "Although the First Corps of the Alliance also needs armored units, considering your excellent performance in the last battle, I plan to give you priority!"

   As for armor thickness, durability, and auxiliary accessories, Chu Guang didn't mention a word.

   That kind of stuff is overkill for Alliance tanks.

  AI fire control?

  Auxiliary optical sight?

   Adding capacitors?

   What's the use of those things!

  The loyal "primarchs" are the most powerful black technology, and the singularity-level technology "morphological field" is invincible in the world!

   Without fully exploiting the potential of carbon-based life forms, where can he gather these 30 tanks?

  The entire alliance has a population of just over 100,000, and the industrial population is less than 30%. The proportion of military expenditure in the total output value has almost skyrocketed.

   30 cars a month.

  That is the production capacity of Mustache after he conquered Czechoslovakia.

  The alliance’s nuclear fusion reactor has been ignited for less than two months, and the industrial subsidy policy and quantitative easing are less than a year old.

  In order to allow more players to use reliable equipment while taking into account the development of the alliance, Chu Guang felt that he had done his best.

  However, the Mole obviously doesn't care about the thickness of the armor and the like, and his interest is completely attracted by the electromagnetic gun.

  In reality, this thing is used as coastal defense guns and naval guns. I have never heard of it being able to be mounted on tanks.

  After the manager finished speaking, he hurriedly asked the most concerned question.

   "What does the number 60 mean?"

   Caliber?

  Will 60 mm be too small?

  Looking at his ignorant expression, Chu Guang knew what he was thinking, and said with a faint smile.

   "60, naturally refers to the muzzle kinetic energy of 60 megajoules!"

  60 MJ!

  Hearing this number, the Mole was shocked instantly.

  He remembers correctly, Lao Mi’s MK45 127mm naval gun has a muzzle kinetic energy of only 10 megajoules...

  60 MJ!

  Six times the muzzle kinetic energy of a naval gun? !

   This is going to heaven! ?

   Seeing that the little player was too shocked to speak, Chu Guang continued.

   “…The Union Army Command’s positioning of the Model B as a tank destroyer.”

"Because of the high price, we only produced 5 vehicles, mainly for the high-strength gap armor of the No. It has been reinforced with the turret, and its relative mobility will be slightly weaker."

  Using the captured tank wreckage for testing, the No. 60 electromagnetic gun can not only penetrate the defense, but also hit the weak link of the armor and even shoot directly through it.

   The performance in actual combat will definitely be different, but he believes that the skills of his allies and the fighting will of the players will not let him down!

  Restraining the excitement in his heart, Mole looked at Chu Guang, and made an oath with loyalty.

   "Dear Master Manager, I'm ready to go. You just need to tell me where the alliance's enemies are, and I'll drive it to wipe them all out!"

good.

energetic!

   Chu Guang nodded approvingly and said with a smile.

   "Don't worry, the Army Command of the Alliance, there will be a task for you soon."

   As he spoke, he put away his smile, took out the holographic computer pen that Pai gave him and pressed it lightly, projecting a map of Luoxia Province in the air.

  The red circle is marked in the southern part of Luoxia Province, 150 kilometers away from the Shuangtou Peak of the Zhuobal Mountains.

  A red arrow spans a distance of 900 kilometers, pointing there from Dawn City.

   "...The legion is stationed on the east side of the No. 4 oasis in the southern part of Luoxia Province. It has a team of at least 10,000 people and is suspected of building an airport. Once they succeed, our homeland will be included in the strategic bombing range of the legion."

   "In addition, according to reliable information, a nuclear bomb with an equivalent of one million tons is being sent to Luoxia Province from the west. We judge that this nuclear bomb is very likely to be sent to that airport."

  Seeing the serious expression of the mole, Chu Guang paused for a moment, then continued.

   "You only have five days to prepare. During these five days, you need to learn the operation of the equipment and the maintenance of the equipment under the guidance of the technicians."

   "The distance from Dawn City to Lost Valley is nearly 900 kilometers, of which the off-road section is nearly 700 kilometers. You have only one mission."

   "Strictly keep secret, be cautious, and advance quickly. Before the legion reacts, you must use a lightning-like offensive to destroy the defense line of the local garrison in one fell swoop—"

   "Stop them at all costs!"

   "Take down the airport!"

  …

   Just as the alliance was secretly planning the second military operation, a major event that caused a sensation in the city also happened in the Petra Fortress, which was nearly a thousand kilometers away.

  A firm from the River Valley Province named the White Bear Knights rented a warehouse and established the "White Bear Knights Bank".

  The president is a talking big pyrenes.

   Her kind nature made her unable to bear the suffering in that slum.

  So she decided to help the refugees who fled from the north with her partners, and exchanged the golden camel coins for their worthless waste—the golden lion coins.

  As soon as I heard that someone was willing to accept Golden Lion coins, the slums outside the city instantly boiled.

  Most of them escaped from the No. 9 oasis, and no one wants the money in their pockets here.

  Almost all the refugees rushed over, fearing that they would disappear if they arrived too late.

   Besides the refugees, some locals also ran over.

  But they are not here to exchange money, but to watch the fun.

   There are many rare things in the wasteland.

  But it was the first time many people saw a talking bear.

   "How does the bear have so much money?"

   "God knows!"

   "But what's the use of these people exchanging golden lion coins? That thing is useless."

   "It may be that the kindness has overflowed to the point of nowhere."

  A few merchants in long gowns were watching from the side, with sneers written all over their faces.

   It’s okay not to exchange the golden camel coins in his pocket for dinars, but he went to exchange them for golden lion coins.

   Is this because the depreciation rate is not fast enough?

   On the other side, inside the gate of the bank, poor people in ragged clothes waved the money bags in their hands, and the sound of jingling almost overwhelmed the shouting.

  Old Boulma stood in front of the counter with a headache on his face, keeping accounts in a hurry, and helped these poor people exchange the waste products in their hands into golden camels that could buy bread.

  Although the president is Xiong, it is impossible for Xiong to keep accounts. The physical work of the cashier has to be done by him, the "counter manager".

   "My lord, please give me some more." A disheveled man finally squeezed to the front and put a bag of money on the table with a bang.

  Although his attire is pitiful enough, the bag of money in his hand is not pitiful at all.

   The people behind him were probably servants, and they all carried bags of money in their hands.

   "No, our boss stipulates that one person can only exchange 200 golden camel coins."

  Old Buma shook his head, and asked the assistant next to him to count out 1,200 gold lion coins and take them away.

  Only coins, not paper checks.

  After counting, he took out a money bag that had shrunk six times and put it next to the heavy bag of money, looking at the disheveled man and continued.

   "You need to swear to the spirit of the sand sea, you will not come here to line up again today."

  Looking at the old man holding on to the purse, the man reluctantly raised his hand to swear by his faith, but he secretly said in his heart, "I will come tomorrow."

  The four servants behind him also stepped forward to exchange money for their master.

   Several burly mercenaries stood at the door with their arms folded, watching the group go away before turning away their eyes and continuing to work as bank security.

   As for whether that person will come back in a circle, it is not something they worry about.

  The employer has explained that it is impossible to expect 100% implementation of the rules. What they want to do is not to completely eliminate the phenomenon of re-queuing, but to raise the threshold for violations, so as to ensure that more people can be exchanged for money that can survive.

  The food in Hump Kingdom is very cheap, 200 golden camel coins, enough for a long time.

  The currency exchange rate in the first three days of the bank's opening is six to one, and it will be increased to ten to one after three days, and there is no longer a limit on the upper limit of individual exchange, allowing those nobles with a lot of money to exchange money in large quantities.

  As for the significance of doing this, it is not entirely because of some kind of mercy.

   More for safety reasons.

   Knowing how to make money is not smart, but being able to get out of it after making money is...

  Looking at the turbulent crowd outside the door, the fleshy feeling of social phobia happened again, the dog looked at the tail aside cowardly, and whispered.

   "People, there are a lot of people... why don't we go out and watch."

"Oh! It's okay, Rourou, Tail will accompany you!" Patting Rourou's broad shoulders, Tail gave a thumbs up with a smile, "Persist for a while, and we can change shifts with Sisi and the others! Just Think of it as courage training!"

   Rourou nodded, mustered up the courage to continue.

   This bank named White Bear Knights was bustling from early morning to evening.

   After closing the door of the bank, Old Buma walked up to Sisi with the account book and said respectfully.

   "Today we spent a total of 2.1 million Golden Camel Coins and recovered a total of 12.6 million Golden Lion Coins."

   "Not bad, not bad." A happy smile appeared on Sisi's face.

   It seems that the people who escaped from the No. 9 oasis here are not ordinary rich people, and they all spent 2 million golden camel coins under the purchase restriction.

   After waiting for three days, I am afraid that someone will drive a caravan to her to exchange money.

   This is much more profitable than buying cattle!

   Speaking of which, it seems that the Knights Templar started their business in this way. The little money they earned in the war was not enough to pay for it. Instead, they made their fortunes by lending money and money orders.

  However, the White Bear Knights currently do not open usury business.

  Sisi couldn't help thinking, why not start this business when the war is over and the No. 9 oasis starts to be rebuilt.

  Lend the money exchanged today to the person who came to exchange money today.

   It can be regarded as taking from others and using it for others.

   "We should hire a few more mercenaries," Sisi touched his chin, and said seriously, "Our business might be missed."

  Old Buma couldn't help laughing and crying when he heard this sentence, thinking who would care about these scraps of copper and rotten iron.

Rumors are spreading all over the city now, saying that the big fools from the River Valley province have so much money that they have no place to spend, and exchanged their hard-earned money from running a business for a pile of waste products, I'm afraid they will have to pay for their pants when they go back. Gone.

  Clearing his throat, Old Buma said respectfully.

"Inviting these mercenaries is actually enough. If you are really worried, we can give the captain of the city defense a little money and ask him to set up a patrol post near us... Those guards who are loyal to the city lord are more effective than hiring many people, and it costs Not much money."

   Patrol is their job.

   As for where to patrol, that is a flexibility in terms of authority.

  Those refugees from other places are most afraid of getting into trouble, especially the local guards. As long as the patrols come here from time to time and take a few steps, no matter how ruthless they are, they will be honest.

  Sisi had a smile on his face.

   "That's a good idea, thank you."

   "You're welcome...you saved my life and returned the property I robbed from the bandits. I should do these things for you." Old Buma said respectfully.

  Intuition told him that the lady in front of him was someone who could accomplish great things.

  Anyway, he is not suitable to be a merchant at this age, so he might as well find a job in this bank.

  After arranging tomorrow's work, Sisi found the mercenary leader standing guard at the door.

  The muscular, muscular man was crossing his arms, chatting and laughing with a few brothers next to him, where to drink for a while.

   After the sun goes down for a while, it will be time for them to get off work. The lively crowd will turn from the market to the commercial street, where there will be endless fun.

   "Interested in working overtime?"

  Hearing the boss's voice, the mercenary leader whistled.

   "Please tell me, miss, it is my honor to serve the beauty."

   The mercenaries standing next to him also booed and said.

   "As long as you are willing to pay, let me do anything."

   "I can pinch my shoulders!"

   "I'll beat my back!"

  Sisi smiled lightly.

   "The Legion is stationed in the Lost Valley, have you heard?"

  A group of mercenaries looked at each other, wondering why the patron said this.

  The mercenary leader touched the stubble on his chin, recalled it for a while and said.

   "In the past two days... there seem to be similar rumors in the tavern, and the rumors are quite outrageous. It is said that a team of ten thousand people is stationed there, and they shoot when they see people approaching. I don't know what they are doing."

"It's not enough," Sisi threw him a bulging purse, "the people here are not imaginative enough, and the rumors should be more outrageous. For example, the elite who first broke into the No. 9 oasis were stationed there. The frontline camp is being built to welcome the arrival of large troops..."

  Looking at the surprised mercenary leader, she pointed to the bag of money in his hand.

   "There are 1,000 golden camel coins here. I hope that by this time tomorrow, the entire Petra fortress will be discussing when the legion plans to attack the city, and how those big noses abused the captives..."

   “I wish I could see helplessness and fear on people’s faces wherever I go.”

  The range of Lost Valley is very wide, with a radius of 10 kilometers, and you can't see the east from the west.

   Even so, with the legion's patrol strength, it is still very difficult to get close to the past.

   And once discovered, there may be no chance of escape.

   Therefore, if you want to attack the ruins, there is no hope of relying on brute force, and it is useless to prepare more equipment and ammunition.

  She needs someone to keep the Legion in check.

   Or at least grab the attention of the Legion.

  In this way, we can create opportunities for them to touch the valley.

  The mercenary leader looked at his employer in surprise, not understanding what she wanted to do, especially not expecting that this beautiful girl was pretending to be full of bad things.

   But after seeing the money bag, he didn't ask any more questions. He chuckled and put the money bag in his arms, and even imitated those rich nobles, bending over and bowing lamely.

   "It is my pleasure to serve you!"

  He was planning to go to the tavern for a drink, and this task was not too easy.

  Arrange a few brothers who like to join in the fun to sneak into the crowd, form a circle and shout two voices, and they can attract those who like to join in the fun in minutes.

  One pass ten, ten pass one hundred...

  As long as idle people like them are willing to contribute to the flames, the residents of the entire Petra Fortress will soon know that the Legion is coming.

  (end of this chapter)