"It's been three months since I've been here, and it's the first time I've fought with a local." The cloaked man didn't panic at all, but felt a little regretful, and squeezed his fists: "It's just that I'm too weak. A few stronger opponents? It’s not fun beating you.”
"Strong your mother!" Babru and several companions started at the same time, several feet long knives pierced from all directions like lightning with a cold light, but in the next second, they lost their target in front of their eyes.
bang bang bang bang~~~~~
The expected battle did not happen, and almost no one could see the cloaked man's movements clearly, and several huge black shadows were already sent flying. It seemed that it was just a few light punches. The Rogue who dominates has already flown far away.
The man in the cloak was obviously merciless, he just had a broken arm and a leg, maybe because he felt the huge gap in strength, Babru didn't even dare to fart this time, he stumbled and left with a few companions supporting each other.
The owner of the small shop next to him looked at the broken tables and chairs around him with great distress, and some people who had been bullied by Babru couldn't help reminding, "Outsiders, hurry up, you beat that nephew of Lord Vazina. Definitely bring the guards to trouble you!"
The man in the cloak chuckled and lifted the cloak on his head: "Really? It seems that there is a good fight to be fought."
Seeing the face that was originally hidden in the cloak, the people around were stunned. This is a handsome young man, but most importantly, he has a yellow skin that these black people are extremely envious of!
Yellow skin...
In the Tutankhamun Empire, the vast majority were black, and of course there were some white people. Yellow-skinned people basically disappeared during the dark period. With the cooperation with the Federation, yellow-skinned people gradually appeared. Absolutely all black people The existence that people are least willing to provoke must be some son or noble lord from the Free Federation!
The Tutankhamun Empire is different from the powerful Caesar, and the international relationship with the Free Federation has always been defined as a dependency. On the one hand, it is because it is relatively close to the Free Federation, and a large amount of import and export trade has already made the empire dependent. and actual needs.
At the same time, they are also more intimidated by the powerful force of the Federation, and they are also salivating at the colorful world, abundant supplies, and beautiful women of the Free Federation. It also began to gradually dissipate.
Therefore, the diplomatic relationship between the two sides can be described as very close. The Tutankhamun Empire is almost completely slavish. While asking for some materials and personal benefits from the Federation, almost all requests for the Federation are obedient. From then on, those who come to the Free Federation are worshiped like a bodhisattva. Even the most ordinary civilians of the Free Federation, as long as they come to the Tutankhamun Empire, they will almost immediately have unimaginable social status and security. Any local who dares to provoke these yellow-skinned distinguished guests of the Federation will definitely be hunted down to death by the imperial guards!
Therefore, the Federation is also very happy to send some outstanding elite talents here for training. After all, in the desert of the Tutankhamun Empire, the types, numbers, and even the degree of evolution of mutant beasts are far higher than those in the wilderness of the Federation. value, and in the major cities of the empire, as long as these elites who come to experience experience pay a little price, the local government will give all kinds of support very powerfully, and the price-performance ratio is super high.
Morden Potter, this time he specially came to the Tutankhamun Empire to practice. I heard that there are many geeks here, and the fighting power is even more amazing. The most yearned for fighting holy place.
It's a pity that I've been here for three months. Except for fighting mutant beasts in the wild, I didn't meet a black man who dared to punch him. The yellow-skinned status of the Federation in the empire made him completely helpless. He greeted him with a smile on his face, and the 30 square meters around him were full of laughter and laughter all the time. He couldn't easily get punched by others, which made his hands itchy, so he only thought of getting a cloak to cover himself yesterday. Today Sure enough, something happened.
The owner of the small shop wanted to cry even more, and wanted to drag him to compensate for the broken tables and chairs in the shop, but when he saw that he was yellow-skinned, he gave up.
Unexpectedly, Morden threw a gold coin to the small shop owner: "Accompany you for the loss in the shop!"
The rune-patterned gold coins that reflected the sunlight looked particularly eye-catching, and countless people around them gave a burst of envious eyes.
You must know that most of the high-end living materials, weapon resources, etc. in the entire empire come from the Federation, and if you want to buy these scarce materials from Federation merchants, unless you use very valuable materials, or even more than several times the value of the transaction Otherwise, you can only buy it with federal gold coins, the paper money of the Tutankhamun Empire? Those businessmen in the Federation don't even recognize it!
This is also the federation's strategy to gradually control Tutankhamun. Currency policy, a trick popular in the old days, is also useful in this era, especially this kind of gold coin is equipped with rune technology, which adds high-end foreign style and high-grade Feel.
This is an absolute hard currency in Tutankhamun, and it is also highly scarce. Such a small gold coin is probably enough to buy ten such small shops. Worthless things can rule the empire and form a federal strategy. effectiveness.
There were more people watching around, chattering non-stop, while Morden looked at the little bald man carrying the coffin with great interest.
From the moment this guy entered the door to the present, no matter whether he faced the provocation of the man with the scar or later shot himself, he was a little apologetic from beginning to end. If he didn't know that there were no Buddhists here in Tutankhamun, he would really feel that The little bald head is a monk.
The coffin behind him was a bit weird, no matter what age it was, it would be weird to carry such a thing, but Morden didn't pay much attention to it, it was just a bit of luster, he was not Tutankhamun's country bumpkin.
The little bald man looked at Moulden and bowed to thank him. Moulden walked over and greeted him with a smile: "Hey, little brother, do you want to drink? I invite you."
The little bald head shook his head: "I don't know how to drink, just give me some water and dry food."
"Then have some camel meat, it's so unpalatable." Morden made no secret of his contempt. This ghost place is really speechless, and it's not good for the Federation's strategy to be too successful.
The little bald head shook his head in embarrassment, "I don't eat meat."
"It's cool, my friend," said Morden, a familiar man, "By the way, aren't you tired of walking in the desert with such a big thing on your back?"