In the evening, as the last caravan left the north gate on Beit Street, the survivors of shelter 404 headed home singing triumphant songs.
The residents of Beit Street watched the group of victors disappear at the end of the street blankly, and many of them hadn't recovered from the sound of the gunfire in the morning.
It's over? No one sacrificed.
The worst wounded was an unlucky guard who had been scratched in the face by sawdust from the shells. After the intruders broke through the gate, they did not burn, kill and loot like the predators did, but went straight to the castle in the middle of Beit Street—as Aries and others said, they came to teach the old mayor a lesson, As long as you stay at home and don't go out, you will be fine.
As for the old mayor whose whereabouts were unknown, no one cared what happened to him. He was to blame for everything. It would be better to say that he should die and never appear in front of them.
As for the booty that those people took away, the residents of Beit Street didn't feel anything, whether it was the food in the granary or the weapons in the armory, these were the property of the old mayor.
He never shared these things with them, and they naturally had no obligation to feel sorry for him.
"Where did you say the mayor went?"
"I don't know. No one seems to have seen him come out of the castle."
"Maybe sneaking away dressed as a scavenger."
"I think he was beaten to death by the group of blue coats."
"I heard that Blue Coat seldom uses force on its own initiative. It seems that the mayor's family really pissed off these people."
"The new mayor is the old housekeeper?"
"It's not bad, but he's so old. . . can he do it?"
"What I'm concerned about now is the grocery store... In the future, the grocery store will be gone. Where can we go for salt and other supplies?"
Hearing the conversations of the residents, old Charlie coughed and walked in front of everyone.
"The grocery store will be open normally, and I will arrange for a conscientious owner. Don't worry, everyone. Your life will not be affected in any way because of what happened today, but it will be better than before."
"Celebrate the day that your tyrants have been overthrown, and no one will sell you shoddy goods anymore. Grocery stores will be run by street offices and will no longer be for profit, I can assure you. "
Street office? What is that?
The residents of Beit Street looked at each other in blank dismay. This was the first time they had heard such a word.
In fact, it was the first time old Charlie had heard of it.
However, it really doesn't matter what it's called. A name is just a symbol.
The key still depends on how to do it.
After a group of residents gathered together and chattered for a while, they didn't discuss what happened, and finally dispersed to go about their own business.
...
On the other side, Shelter No. 404.
On his way back home, Lucius ordered a few young players in the power department to help him unload the supplies from the caravan, move them into warehouses and granaries and put them away by category.
More than a dozen tons of grain, more than a dozen furs, and a lot of condiments.
Looking at the almost full granary, Lucius experienced the joy of beating local tyrants for the first time.
This is so cool! How about... just shoot down the local tyrant next door?
Just as Lucius was swinging between lawful neutrality and lawful evil, Old Luka, who was standing aside, reported to him respectfully.
"My lord, when you were out, Brown Farm sent an envoy over."
Withdrawing his gaze from the piled up granary, Lucius looked at Luka.
"Messenger? What did he say?"
Luka nodded.
"He brought a message from Mr. Brown, saying that in order to thank you for your contribution to the survivors in the northern suburbs, he is willing to present you with a batch of supplies as a thank you gift. This includes 5,000 kilograms of croissants and 5,000 kilograms of beets , and 5,000 kilograms of corn. At the same time, he also said that he hopes to establish a friendly trade relationship with us”
Lucius looked slightly surprised.
"They've lost their blood."
Originally, he was thinking of taking a walk around the gate of the Brown Farm after taking down Beit Street, expressing in a subtle way that he was short of food, but he didn't expect them to be so proactive. Willing to send some food over.
At this time, Lucius suddenly remembered that he could not help but feel a little weird when he heard the Boulder City broadcast on the radio in the mayor's study.
It seems that he should also thank the host who is talking crazily on the radio about the refugee who attack nearby settlements?
Luka nodded, and said with emotion: "It's really costly, so much food... It's not cheap to buy."
In the past, when businessmen from Boulder City came to the farm to buy grain, they would buy it by truckload. The wholesale price varied from high to low, but even when it was cheap, 15,000 kilograms of grain cost thousands of chips. Moreover, corn and beets are more expensive than croissants and green wheat.
After all, the latter is the food of the "Servants", while the former is a high-quality staple food and the other is a raw material for sugar production, and the planting cycle will be longer.
Lucius reckoned that most of these supplies were prepared for the Bloody Hand clan.
Now that the Bloody Hand clan is gone, and he has become the most threatening force in the area, The Farm probably wants to take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with him. At least, don't develop into an enemy.
Lucius, who accepted this "Thank you gift", was not embarrassed at all, looked at Old Luka and asked.
"When are they going to deliver the stuff?"
"If the weather is fine, it will be delivered at noon tomorrow. If it snows, it may be later."
Having said that, Luka paused for a moment and reminded.
"In addition, my lord, you should have noticed that our granary is already full. And now that the grain reserves in the base are getting bigger and bigger, I suggest building special silos for several main reserve varieties, which can prolong the preservation of crops It saves time and saves space.”
There was not much food in the base before, and the weather was getting colder, so we only built a shed that could keep out the wind and rain, and piled the food in for storage.
Now that the population of the outpost is increasing, and the food reserves have also increased, it is definitely not possible to deal with it casually like before.
If you want to preserve food for a long time, you have to consider not only waterproof and insect-proof, but also a series of issues such as moisture-proof and fire-proof.
After listening to old Luka's suggestion, Lucius nodded.
"Your suggestion is very good. I will arrange manpower to assist you. Now I have a task for you. I need you to withdraw 250 kg of raw meat, croissants, green wheat, cabbage, a barrel of beer, and five barrels of red wine that were brought from Beit Street and sent them to the north gate of the shelter."
"There will be a banquet tonight to celebrate our victory in Bat Street."
"All food and drinks shipped to the market at the North Gate will be sold at half price!"
Old Luka nodded in response.
"Obey!"
...
[ Event: Victory Banquet. ]
[ Explanation: The guns of justice ended the tyranny of Beit Street, and our soldiers triumphed amidst the applause and cheers of the local residents! Let's celebrate the victory, at the special booths in the North Gate Market, all food and drinks are half price! The proprietress of the weapon shop reminds you that although the wine is good, you should not be greedy. ]
6:00 p.m.
At the northern gate of the shelter, a grand party was held to celebrate the victory of the day.
The NPC who manages the warehouse has set up a special price booth in the market at the north gate, putting half-price food on the table for players to choose and buy.
As the first in-game event since the launch of "Wasteland OL", a group of excited players, both new and old, participated with 200% enthusiasm. Of course, mainly because the food is half price!
In the past, 1 silver coin could buy 300g of raw meat, but now it can be bought with only 5 copper coins. There are also croissants and green wheat, as well as the recently updated cabbage, etc., and now you can buy them for very little money. If you don’t buy them now, when will you buy then?
Thanks to the slow restocking speed of the special booths, the purchasing power of the players are limited, otherwise, such cheap food may be sold out as soon as the event starts!
"Wow, sister, sister, the food sold at that stall is so cheap! There are also vegetables!" Akiba, who had sneaked to join in the fun, ran back to her sister excitedly, took her arm and said, "Sister should I go and inform everyone in the clan?"
Grass looked at her little sister worriedly.
"Can we buy those things?"
Akiba nodded excitedly.
"Yes! I asked the stall owner. As long as there are those little coins, anyone can buy them!"
"Then...you go inform everyone in the clan, and come back quickly."
"Well! Leave it to me!"
After getting her sister's permission, Akiba didn't stop for a moment, and hurriedly ran towards the tribe, afraid that if she ran too slowly, there would be nothing left when she came again.
Looking at her sister who ran away, Grass took out the coins in the bag and counted them. There were 11 silver coins and 24 copper coins in total.
"At half price... you can buy more than 20 kilograms of grain."
A happy smile appeared on Grass's face.
Fortunately, she persuaded the patriarch to save the money she earned, and now she can exchange it for a lot of food. No one should starve to death this winter.
Autumn Grass and Akiba sisters were still worrying about whether the members of the clan would go hungry, while the players over there were already complaining that their stomachs were not enough.
"Damn! Why can't Tail have two stomachs!"
Holding the skewers in one hand and a glass full of beer in the other, the cheeks of Tail have bulged into a hamster, so it's hard for her to chew and talk at the same time.
Seeing the disfigured friend, Sisi, who was tasting the wine, gave her a sideways glance.
"Tail, do you know that you look like an uncle now?"
She finally swallowed the food in her mouth, hiccupped Tail and turned her head, and said nonchalantly.
"It's already in the game world! If you still want to control your diet, what's the difference from that garbage game "Earth OL"! You can't eat such delicious food every day, Ah Sisi, you are too serious, Let go of that diet!"
Sisi: "..."
This guy. Once in the game, she completely let herself go.
Obviously, she is quite a lady in reality.
Not far away, a certain white bear was happily munching on a whole grilled catfish, and the appearance of eating it made the nearby players envious.
Of course, the one who envies and hates the most is a certain lizard.
They are also heterogeneous players, some are eating and drinking outside, while others can only watch helplessly in the shelter.
Mr. Garbage has been hanging up in the shelter for a while.
I go online every day and don’t do anything else, just wander around the B2 floor, touch here, look there, either exercise or wait for friends to feed me, wait until 6:1 to log off on time, wash up and go to work.
When in the game, the real body is equivalent to deep sleep. Put the helmet on at ten o'clock every day, and at dawn the next day, you can go to work with a lot of energy, even if you can't do anything, the function of sleeping in just this second is also excellent.
To add to the fun of the celebration, Mosquito lit homemade fireworks in the open space at the north gate.
In the end, I don't know if there was a problem with the formula, or if the ignition posture was wrong, a firework flew to Shuri's booth.
Fortunately, no one was hurt. Only Mosquito were chased and killed for several hundred meters by the murderous Shuri wielding scissors.
In the end, the turmoil ended with Mosquito tearfully buying up all the burned fur coats.
Apart from this small episode, most of the players enjoyed the banquet in a relatively normal posture. The professional players took advantage of the ingredients and cooked the special products on the wasteland into edible dishes in different ways.
The normal ones are venison steak grilled in white oak, and the abnormal ones are squirrel soup with pine nuts and the chrysalis of a devil moth roasted in salt.
Well, the pupae of devil moths are actually edible, but it takes a little courage to eat insects.
The whole north entrance is filled with the aroma of delicious food.
Not just food, but wine too.
Ten half-person-high oak barrels are placed next to the special price booth, with wooden cups hanging beside them, and a sign standing next to it reads——
[ A glass of beer is 2 silver coins, and a glass of red wine is 10 silver coins, now on sale at a special price of 50% off! ]
[ Note: Each person is limited to one cup at a time, and can be purchased again after drinking, waste is prohibited! Offenders will be fined! ]
The cup is a wooden cup found in the castle of the old mayor. As for the amount of a cup, it is about 330ml.
Like the food at the special booth, all drinks are half price, and players who participated in the daytime local tyrant action can get a free drink. It doesn't matter if you don't drink it, you can sell your cup to other players.
However, I believe that no one can refuse the opportunity to taste fine wine in the game. Even if you get drunk here, it won't affect your work the next day.
Some of the little players staggered from drinking, and even lay down on the ground, thumping after a while, probably struggling with the network connection.
"Hey! It is recommended that the game company open the pain adjustment function!"
"That's right! I can't feel the feeling of being drunk at all! What's the point of drinking?"
"belch……"
Two drunk little players were yelling, and Yaya stuck out her tongue not far away, holding a wine glass in her hand, with a bitter look on his face.
"Yue, it turns out that wine is bitter!"
Shuri glanced at her: "Haven't you ever drank in real life?"
Yaya shook her head like a rattle.
"Alcohol allergies...but it's so bad, I have no regrets."
Akiba, who ran back to the settlement to shout for people, now ran back with everyone.
Looking at the liveliness and prosperity of the celebration, the eyes of these nomads were full of curiosity, surprise, and deep envy!
BBQ!
Scones!
And wine!
Simply too rich!
Not far away, The Cowboy Team who organized a group to brush the "Greenhouse Ruins" and Brother Mole and other high-level players are returning with their spoils in a caravan.
Looking at the bustling scene at the north gate, everyone was stunned for a moment, and soon the VM worn on their arms received an event pop-up window, and they were instantly dumbfounded.
"F*ck, what's going on?"
"Victory dinner?!"
"War?! What the hell, it's all over when I come back?!"
Looking at the bewildered old acquaintances who were eating skewers and drinking beer at the north gate, he said with a smile.
"It's over! Beit Street will be our territory from now on!"
Walker came back to his senses and asked immediately.
"Is it our territory? My god, do you have any top-notch equipment?"
Keeping People Under The Knife shook his head.
"No, but the task rewards are okay. There are 50 silver coins. I don't know if the rules of war have changed, or the reward rules for attacking and defending the city are different. There is no auction this time, so Manager gave out money and contributions. There is a chance to draw a lottery. The lottery is interesting, but there is nothing good about it. I guess it was planned to force it in to test the lottery system. Anyway, I don’t understand.”
Bunny glanced at the large handful of skewers in his hand, and it was obvious that this was not enough to be eaten in a short while.
"Don't you go to work during the day? Why don't you go offline?"
Keeping People Under The Knife said with a smile.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, no work."
"You guys still have weekends!" Bunny looked envious, "This is really cool."
"Few things, less money, nothing interesting. Sometimes I feel that it doesn't matter if this unit has me or not." Suddenly, Keeping People Under The Knife let out a long sigh, expressing the feelings of many players, "It would be nice to be online 24 hours a day!"
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In the evening, as the last caravan left the north gate on Beit Street, the survivors of shelter 404 headed home singing triumphant songs.
The residents of Beit Street watched the group of victors disappear at the end of the street blankly, and many of them hadn't recovered from the sound of the gunfire in the morning.
It's over? No one sacrificed.
The worst wounded was an unlucky guard who had been scratched in the face by sawdust from the shells. After the intruders broke through the gate, they did not burn, kill and loot like the predators did, but went straight to the castle in the middle of Beit Street—as Aries and others said, they came to teach the old mayor a lesson, As long as you stay at home and don't go out, you will be fine.
As for the old mayor whose whereabouts were unknown, no one cared what happened to him. He was to blame for everything. It would be better to say that he should die and never appear in front of them.
As for the booty that those people took away, the residents of Beit Street didn't feel anything, whether it was the food in the granary or the weapons in the armory, these were the property of the old mayor.
He never shared these things with them, and they naturally had no obligation to feel sorry for him.
"Where did you say the mayor went?"
"I don't know. No one seems to have seen him come out of the castle."
"Maybe sneaking away dressed as a scavenger."
"I think he was beaten to death by the group of blue coats."
"I heard that Blue Coat seldom uses force on its own initiative. It seems that the mayor's family really pissed off these people."
"The new mayor is the old housekeeper?"
"It's not bad, but he's so old. . . can he do it?"
"What I'm concerned about now is the grocery store... In the future, the grocery store will be gone. Where can we go for salt and other supplies?"
Hearing the conversations of the residents, old Charlie coughed and walked in front of everyone.
"The grocery store will be open normally, and I will arrange for a conscientious owner. Don't worry, everyone. Your life will not be affected in any way because of what happened today, but it will be better than before."
"Celebrate the day that your tyrants have been overthrown, and no one will sell you shoddy goods anymore. Grocery stores will be run by street offices and will no longer be for profit, I can assure you. "
Street office? What is that?
The residents of Beit Street looked at each other in blank dismay. This was the first time they had heard such a word.
In fact, it was the first time old Charlie had heard of it.
However, it really doesn't matter what it's called. A name is just a symbol.
The key still depends on how to do it.
After a group of residents gathered together and chattered for a while, they didn't discuss what happened, and finally dispersed to go about their own business.
...
On the other side, Shelter No. 404.
On his way back home, Lucius ordered a few young players in the power department to help him unload the supplies from the caravan, move them into warehouses and granaries and put them away by category.
More than a dozen tons of grain, more than a dozen furs, and a lot of condiments.
Looking at the almost full granary, Lucius experienced the joy of beating local tyrants for the first time.
This is so cool! How about... just shoot down the local tyrant next door?
Just as Lucius was swinging between lawful neutrality and lawful evil, Old Luka, who was standing aside, reported to him respectfully.
"My lord, when you were out, Brown Farm sent an envoy over."
Withdrawing his gaze from the piled up granary, Lucius looked at Luka.
"Messenger? What did he say?"
Luka nodded.
"He brought a message from Mr. Brown, saying that in order to thank you for your contribution to the survivors in the northern suburbs, he is willing to present you with a batch of supplies as a thank you gift. This includes 5,000 kilograms of croissants and 5,000 kilograms of beets , and 5,000 kilograms of corn. At the same time, he also said that he hopes to establish a friendly trade relationship with us”
Lucius looked slightly surprised.
"They've lost their blood."
Originally, he was thinking of taking a walk around the gate of the Brown Farm after taking down Beit Street, expressing in a subtle way that he was short of food, but he didn't expect them to be so proactive. Willing to send some food over.
At this time, Lucius suddenly remembered that he could not help but feel a little weird when he heard the Boulder City broadcast on the radio in the mayor's study.
It seems that he should also thank the host who is talking crazily on the radio about the refugee who attack nearby settlements?
Luka nodded, and said with emotion: "It's really costly, so much food... It's not cheap to buy."
In the past, when businessmen from Boulder City came to the farm to buy grain, they would buy it by truckload. The wholesale price varied from high to low, but even when it was cheap, 15,000 kilograms of grain cost thousands of chips. Moreover, corn and beets are more expensive than croissants and green wheat.
After all, the latter is the food of the "Servants", while the former is a high-quality staple food and the other is a raw material for sugar production, and the planting cycle will be longer.
Lucius reckoned that most of these supplies were prepared for the Bloody Hand clan.
Now that the Bloody Hand clan is gone, and he has become the most threatening force in the area, The Farm probably wants to take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with him. At least, don't develop into an enemy.
Lucius, who accepted this "Thank you gift", was not embarrassed at all, looked at Old Luka and asked.
"When are they going to deliver the stuff?"
"If the weather is fine, it will be delivered at noon tomorrow. If it snows, it may be later."
Having said that, Luka paused for a moment and reminded.
"In addition, my lord, you should have noticed that our granary is already full. And now that the grain reserves in the base are getting bigger and bigger, I suggest building special silos for several main reserve varieties, which can prolong the preservation of crops It saves time and saves space.”
There was not much food in the base before, and the weather was getting colder, so we only built a shed that could keep out the wind and rain, and piled the food in for storage.
Now that the population of the outpost is increasing, and the food reserves have also increased, it is definitely not possible to deal with it casually like before.
If you want to preserve food for a long time, you have to consider not only waterproof and insect-proof, but also a series of issues such as moisture-proof and fire-proof.
After listening to old Luka's suggestion, Lucius nodded.
"Your suggestion is very good. I will arrange manpower to assist you. Now I have a task for you. I need you to withdraw 250 kg of raw meat, croissants, green wheat, cabbage, a barrel of beer, and five barrels of red wine that were brought from Beit Street and sent them to the north gate of the shelter."
"There will be a banquet tonight to celebrate our victory in Bat Street."
"All food and drinks shipped to the market at the North Gate will be sold at half price!"
Old Luka nodded in response.
"Obey!"
...
[ Event: Victory Banquet. ]
[ Explanation: The guns of justice ended the tyranny of Beit Street, and our soldiers triumphed amidst the applause and cheers of the local residents! Let's celebrate the victory, at the special booths in the North Gate Market, all food and drinks are half price! The proprietress of the weapon shop reminds you that although the wine is good, you should not be greedy. ]
6:00 p.m.
At the northern gate of the shelter, a grand party was held to celebrate the victory of the day.
The NPC who manages the warehouse has set up a special price booth in the market at the north gate, putting half-price food on the table for players to choose and buy.
As the first in-game event since the launch of "Wasteland OL", a group of excited players, both new and old, participated with 200% enthusiasm. Of course, mainly because the food is half price!
In the past, 1 silver coin could buy 300g of raw meat, but now it can be bought with only 5 copper coins. There are also croissants and green wheat, as well as the recently updated cabbage, etc., and now you can buy them for very little money. If you don’t buy them now, when will you buy then?
Thanks to the slow restocking speed of the special booths, the purchasing power of the players are limited, otherwise, such cheap food may be sold out as soon as the event starts!
"Wow, sister, sister, the food sold at that stall is so cheap! There are also vegetables!" Akiba, who had sneaked to join in the fun, ran back to her sister excitedly, took her arm and said, "Sister should I go and inform everyone in the clan?"
Grass looked at her little sister worriedly.
"Can we buy those things?"
Akiba nodded excitedly.
"Yes! I asked the stall owner. As long as there are those little coins, anyone can buy them!"
"Then...you go inform everyone in the clan, and come back quickly."
"Well! Leave it to me!"
After getting her sister's permission, Akiba didn't stop for a moment, and hurriedly ran towards the tribe, afraid that if she ran too slowly, there would be nothing left when she came again.
Looking at her sister who ran away, Grass took out the coins in the bag and counted them. There were 11 silver coins and 24 copper coins in total.
"At half price... you can buy more than 20 kilograms of grain."
A happy smile appeared on Grass's face.
Fortunately, she persuaded the patriarch to save the money she earned, and now she can exchange it for a lot of food. No one should starve to death this winter.
Autumn Grass and Akiba sisters were still worrying about whether the members of the clan would go hungry, while the players over there were already complaining that their stomachs were not enough.
"Damn! Why can't Tail have two stomachs!"
Holding the skewers in one hand and a glass full of beer in the other, the cheeks of Tail have bulged into a hamster, so it's hard for her to chew and talk at the same time.
Seeing the disfigured friend, Sisi, who was tasting the wine, gave her a sideways glance.
"Tail, do you know that you look like an uncle now?"
She finally swallowed the food in her mouth, hiccupped Tail and turned her head, and said nonchalantly.
"It's already in the game world! If you still want to control your diet, what's the difference from that garbage game "Earth OL"! You can't eat such delicious food every day, Ah Sisi, you are too serious, Let go of that diet!"
Sisi: "..."
This guy. Once in the game, she completely let herself go.
Obviously, she is quite a lady in reality.
Not far away, a certain white bear was happily munching on a whole grilled catfish, and the appearance of eating it made the nearby players envious.
Of course, the one who envies and hates the most is a certain lizard.
They are also heterogeneous players, some are eating and drinking outside, while others can only watch helplessly in the shelter.
Mr. Garbage has been hanging up in the shelter for a while.
I go online every day and don’t do anything else, just wander around the B2 floor, touch here, look there, either exercise or wait for friends to feed me, wait until 6:1 to log off on time, wash up and go to work.
When in the game, the real body is equivalent to deep sleep. Put the helmet on at ten o'clock every day, and at dawn the next day, you can go to work with a lot of energy, even if you can't do anything, the function of sleeping in just this second is also excellent.
To add to the fun of the celebration, Mosquito lit homemade fireworks in the open space at the north gate.
In the end, I don't know if there was a problem with the formula, or if the ignition posture was wrong, a firework flew to Shuri's booth.
Fortunately, no one was hurt. Only Mosquito were chased and killed for several hundred meters by the murderous Shuri wielding scissors.
In the end, the turmoil ended with Mosquito tearfully buying up all the burned fur coats.
Apart from this small episode, most of the players enjoyed the banquet in a relatively normal posture. The professional players took advantage of the ingredients and cooked the special products on the wasteland into edible dishes in different ways.
The normal ones are venison steak grilled in white oak, and the abnormal ones are squirrel soup with pine nuts and the chrysalis of a devil moth roasted in salt.
Well, the pupae of devil moths are actually edible, but it takes a little courage to eat insects.
The whole north entrance is filled with the aroma of delicious food.
Not just food, but wine too.
Ten half-person-high oak barrels are placed next to the special price booth, with wooden cups hanging beside them, and a sign standing next to it reads——
[ A glass of beer is 2 silver coins, and a glass of red wine is 10 silver coins, now on sale at a special price of 50% off! ]
[ Note: Each person is limited to one cup at a time, and can be purchased again after drinking, waste is prohibited! Offenders will be fined! ]
The cup is a wooden cup found in the castle of the old mayor. As for the amount of a cup, it is about 330ml.
Like the food at the special booth, all drinks are half price, and players who participated in the daytime local tyrant action can get a free drink. It doesn't matter if you don't drink it, you can sell your cup to other players.
However, I believe that no one can refuse the opportunity to taste fine wine in the game. Even if you get drunk here, it won't affect your work the next day.
Some of the little players staggered from drinking, and even lay down on the ground, thumping after a while, probably struggling with the network connection.
"Hey! It is recommended that the game company open the pain adjustment function!"
"That's right! I can't feel the feeling of being drunk at all! What's the point of drinking?"
"belch……"
Two drunk little players were yelling, and Yaya stuck out her tongue not far away, holding a wine glass in her hand, with a bitter look on his face.
"Yue, it turns out that wine is bitter!"
Shuri glanced at her: "Haven't you ever drank in real life?"
Yaya shook her head like a rattle.
"Alcohol allergies...but it's so bad, I have no regrets."
Akiba, who ran back to the settlement to shout for people, now ran back with everyone.
Looking at the liveliness and prosperity of the celebration, the eyes of these nomads were full of curiosity, surprise, and deep envy!
BBQ!
Scones!
And wine!
Simply too rich!
Not far away, The Cowboy Team who organized a group to brush the "Greenhouse Ruins" and Brother Mole and other high-level players are returning with their spoils in a caravan.
Looking at the bustling scene at the north gate, everyone was stunned for a moment, and soon the VM worn on their arms received an event pop-up window, and they were instantly dumbfounded.
"F*ck, what's going on?"
"Victory dinner?!"
"War?! What the hell, it's all over when I come back?!"
Looking at the bewildered old acquaintances who were eating skewers and drinking beer at the north gate, he said with a smile.
"It's over! Beit Street will be our territory from now on!"
Walker came back to his senses and asked immediately.
"Is it our territory? My god, do you have any top-notch equipment?"
Keeping People Under The Knife shook his head.
"No, but the task rewards are okay. There are 50 silver coins. I don't know if the rules of war have changed, or the reward rules for attacking and defending the city are different. There is no auction this time, so Manager gave out money and contributions. There is a chance to draw a lottery. The lottery is interesting, but there is nothing good about it. I guess it was planned to force it in to test the lottery system. Anyway, I don’t understand.”
Bunny glanced at the large handful of skewers in his hand, and it was obvious that this was not enough to be eaten in a short while.
"Don't you go to work during the day? Why don't you go offline?"
Keeping People Under The Knife said with a smile.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, no work."
"You guys still have weekends!" Bunny looked envious, "This is really cool."
"Few things, less money, nothing interesting. Sometimes I feel that it doesn't matter if this unit has me or not." Suddenly, Keeping People Under The Knife let out a long sigh, expressing the feelings of many players, "It would be nice to be online 24 hours a day!"
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