Chapter 934 165. Transformation
“Cough cough cough...”
As we walked into the residential area, there were coughs all around.
The dilapidated house is crumbling, the windows are broken, and the cold wind howls through the hollows, ruthlessly depriving the house of the thin warmth. On the walls, mottled graffiti is faintly visible.
Pedestrians on the street looked numb, their clothes were in tatters, covered with mud and stains. Some of them were wandering aimlessly, some were lying on the street, covered with shabby blankets, breathing weak and rapid.
The sewage flowed freely around them like black snakes. The mouse, which was bigger than a cat, had scarlet eyes, and ran past on the street as if no one was watching, and no one paid attention to it.
They were going to die, and it didn't matter whether they were killed by hunger, disease, or rats.
Francois thought this was a slum at first, but the gangster boss said that except for the inner city, it was like this everywhere outside. They became bad guys in order to survive...
"What's your name?"
"Salted Fish Gang." The boss thought he was asking for the name of the gang.
"Salted Fish Gang?"
He said solemnly: "I hope everyone can have endless salted fish..."
They are so simple even in their dreams.
The Salty Fish Gang’s lair is pretty good, it is a two-story single-family house, and there are two gangsters holding wooden sticks guarding the door.
“Boss——”
The boss said before they asked: "This is our distinguished guest! Open the door quickly!"
The two gangsters regarded Francois as a nobleman in the inner city, showing a mixture of expectation and hatred. mood.
The Salted Fish Gang has tried their best to make their lair as grand as possible, but in Francois's eyes they are still like villagers who have picked up money bags - they put whatever good things they see into their homes.
A wall full of oil paintings, animal specimen hangings, and curtains were all dirty. From the door to the main seat, there were wolf skins, bear skins, lion skins, and deer skins. It looked like Like a patch.
On the left is a row of beds on the ground, and on the right is a bonfire with hanging pots hanging on it, which is totally nondescript.
There is no salted fish... After all, Xing'er City is hundreds of miles away from the coast. As for why they thought of salted fish... they must have heard the story of "one salted fish can be eaten for a month"...
That was because Xingyue Bay salted fish was unsalable and was promoted for the sake of selling.
It feels pretty good... let's start from here.
Francois thought to himself and said: "From now on, I am the boss of the Salted Fish Gang. Who has any objections?"
The boss and the gangsters remained silent, but The gatekeeper said angrily: "I have a problem!"
Francois narrowed his eyes, and instantly turned into an afterimage that appeared next to the open bastard. He twisted his whip and kicked him down, and then stepped on the sole of his foot.
"What about this time?"
The boss and the gangsters were silent, but the gangster on the bottom struggled to raise his head and shouted: "The Salted Fish Gang can only have one boss..."
Francois just thought that a gangster was quite bloody, he shouted with all his strength:
"That's you!"
...
Compared with Liberty City, Count Ulmit's "Violet Garden" is neither well-named nor smooth, nor is it a garden.
Want to know what it looks like? Just find a random village and draw it, then paint the surrounding area blue.
They were reluctant to even build a castle.
As if he understood Annan's eyes, Count Urmit said awkwardly: "The castle is too big, and there won't be much space left after it is built..." This is Annan's fault, and Urmit's blame as well. Count Earl. As for why Annan is blamed...who made Annan's Free City prosperous and gave Count Ulmit an idea.
He thought very well. The Violet Kingdom is gone, and the royal family and nobles are fleeing to death. He is the only noble who still insists on the old land, and he can legitimately inherit the kingdom's legacy. This is it. money.
Buy a floating city, and the survivors will take refuge, and you will have people.
With money and people, maybe you will have the opportunity to change your identity in the future, from Urmi Count Ulmit became King Ulmit I.
However, he underestimated the consumption of the floating city and overestimated the speed of accepting the inheritance...
Even if everyone around them is sent out to dig for treasures, the treasures they have brought back in the past few months have not been nearly as much as they could earn by working part-time as mercenaries.
A lot of survivors came, but they were either old nobles who asked for their rights, or they were so thin that the orcs shook their heads and walked away as refugees.
Earl Ulmit walked to the window, looked out the window and sighed: "It's so good... Compared with your city, my floating city is like a remote countryside."
If it weren't for Annan's continuous blood transfusion, Earl Ulmit would have run to Middle-earth in despair and found a place to land.
"It will be fine. The coalition forces will solve the rat people, and we will solve the Kingdom of Ruikan'er." Annan comforted.
"What are you going to do to those sons of bitches?"
"Learn from the rats and dig out the foundations of the Rekaner Kingdom bit by bit."
Annan told the story about handing out leaflets. He listens.
“Too slow.” Count Ulmit complained.
“There is no way, you can’t expect a territory established two years ago to compete head-on with a kingdom that has existed for hundreds of years, even if it is extremely weak now.”
If Liberty City were to fight against it, it would not only be the Kingdom of Ruikaner that would be afraid.
"Do you want to continue going north?"
"No, Liberty City will stay here for a while first."
The north is too dangerous, whether it is demons or ratmen , and even the Rekaner Kingdom has the strength to shoot down Liberty City.
Earl Ulmit laughed happily: "Then I will stay in your city for a few more days."
"Welcome at any time."
Annan also took Count Ulmit around for a walk. As a northerner, and a northerner as burly as a bear, the earl, as expected, likes arenas and taverns, as well as the camps of several large legions.
"What a group of good guys. In five years...no, three years, they will be the real elite."
Annan smiled, in his heart, they already were.
What Earl Ulmit covets the most is not the Hellfire or the foreign aid legion, but the Punishment Legion...more than three hundred mages. If he had these soldiers, he would dare to attack the royal capital!
Walking to the last camp, Annan introduced: "They are also a group of criminals."
Earl Ulmit looked at the neat queue in the open space with suspicion: "But they look like a real group of criminals." Soldiers.”
“They are indeed soldiers, soldiers of the Kingdom of Ruikan.”
That’s right, Annan asked for the guards sent by the Kingdom of Ruikan to participate in the victory parade. Accept the transformation of Liberty City.
On one side is the crumbling Kingdom of the End, which has betrayed many people, and on the other side is the rising and popular Liberty City. It is not difficult to choose which one.
"The effect is good. They have begun to agree with the concept of Liberty City. This is what a warlock should do." Annan said.
"This is what a succubus should do..."
"Earl, you have drunk too much."
(End of this chapter)