This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 436: Caliber is Justice!

Chapter 436: Chapter 436: Caliber is Justice!

North of the Dawn City airport.

A large transport plane, trailing a blue tail of flames, slowly landed on the spacious runway.

A crowd of players stood at the edge of the airport, watching enviously, discussing when the Alliance might also secure one of these contraptions.

Spotting the mole climbing out of the hatch, a mosquito that just happened to be nearby curiously approached and asked,

"Where’s Fang Chang, that guy? How come he didn’t come back with you?"

The mole shook his head, smiling as he spoke.

"Not yet, that guy has been missing ever since he got to Ideal City. No clue where he’s gone off to have a blast."

Hearing this, the mosquito instantly found it amusing and began to smirk maliciously as he made things up.

"Got it! He’s bound to have partied so hard at the nightclub that he’s gone off the grid!"

Soul Chaser laughed, "That guy, is he really doing justice to his delicate wife at home!"

Kill God exclaimed, "Horrible!!"

Discourage chimed in, "Spread the word! Fang Chang has gone off the grid partying!"

Amidst the banter of these restless fellows, the mole chuckled to himself, thinking you guys just keep spreading it, the crazier the better.

That way, I’d feel a bit more at ease in my heart.

But his secret amusement lasted less than two seconds before the tight-knit brothers of the Skeleton Corps surrounded him.

The brothers were anything but polite, not even offering a perfunctory greeting before bombarding him with urgent questions as soon as they saw him.

"Dude, what about the Game?"

"Has it launched?"

"How many sales so far?"

"Why didn’t you bring a Game console back to check it out!"

The mole’s expression became slightly awkward. Rubbing the back of his head bashfully, he chuckled and said,

"Just released, just released... how could there be any sales last night right after it was put on shelves?"

As for the game console, that was even more of a pipe dream.

The thing required Endpoint Cloud to provide information services.

Though he heard that the shelter’s server was also a quantum computer, the Manager probably wouldn’t use precious computing power and nuclear energy to let them play games.

Elena, wearing a look of joking amusement, said to the mole,

"Remember what we said, if it flops, you’re selling your ass to pay us back."

"A hundred grand, bro!" Gnome King Riches too wore a grin from ear to ear, smacking him on the shoulder. "Don’t forget, that’s over a hundred grand!"

Beads of sweat the size of beans broke out on the mole’s forehead as he forced a grin, "Don’t worry, don’t worry. When have I ever let you guys down? This project is dead solid, definitely reliable! Steady as a rock!"

Despite his reassurances, he was ranting internally.

You damn dogs!

I’m leading you to fortune, milking the neighbors for all they’ve got, and you’re just eyeing that measly seed money!

Can’t you see the bigger picture?

If their Game blows up in Ideal City, the brothers of the Skeleton Corps will instantly become the wealthiest tycoons in the entire Alliance!

Everything will turn out fine!

But these guys, who loved big scenes, obviously weren’t just interested in the money.

They mainly wanted to see if, after losing the bet, this old chap would really go and sell his ass.

The veteran Backseat Driver [Professor Yang, King of Thunder and Lightning] had already set up a bet on the forum, staking a whole Silver Coin on the claim that his Game definitely wouldn’t catch fire.

The reason was quite simple.

Set in a universe where, even without counting the Prosperity Epoch, people had enjoyed over two hundred years of the "internet", surfing the web far longer than anyone on Earth could imagine!

Ever heard of flying pigs?

The reason they don’t have those kinds of games is not because they can’t make them, but because the market has chosen otherwise!

The Proud Brothers also bet half a silver coin of New Year’s money, but they weren’t as scheming; mainly, they just weren’t short of cash.

To speak candidly and logically, although the Game is virtual, the virtual also needs to make sense. As long as it doesn’t fit his logic, it simply couldn’t be possible, and even if it were possible, it would still defy logic!

A perfect loop of logic—no problem, mate!

Everyone was jesting around.

At that moment, an azure power armor, carrying a huge nitrogen-powered hammer and a Gauss rifle, came walking toward the crowd.

Out of respect (and favor) for that dignitary, everyone promptly held back their wild talk.

Especially the Mole, who seemed to find a savior upon seeing the Manager.

He quickly seized the chance to escape his buddies’ harassment, stood up straight with a loyal look, and pounded his right fist on his chest.

"Respected Manager, may I ask why you have summoned your most loyal warrior? Do you have any orders?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

He didn’t answer directly but simply gestured with his hand.

"Come with me."

Saying that, he turned around and walked towards the direction outside the airport.

Watching his broad back, the Mole was slightly startled, then filled with excitement, quickly following behind the camp boss towards the military camp.

Not speaking in public.

This must be some major action!

While the Mole was walking towards the military camp, basking in the envy and jealous glances of everyone, a pale-faced lady staggered out of the airplane cabin door.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she couldn’t help but retch.

In theory, the Tiger Whale transport aircraft uses "hair dryers", flying much steadier than oil-blowers by who knows how many times.

But due to individual differences in constitution, some people just aren’t suited for these types of transportation.

Like Li Shuyue, for instance.

She didn’t understand why this was happening to her; it was the first time she’d left Ideal City, and her very first trip was to such a distant place.

She felt completely fine when riding in maglev cars and elevators, but she started getting motion sickness not long after leaving Ideal City.

Li Changkong was surprised to see the woman getting off the plane and quickly approached to offer his assistance.

"General Lee? What brings you here?"

Although the Ruyue Group is just a subsidiary of the Ideal Group, no one dared to underestimate this CEO.

As the construction department manager of the Ideal Group, Li Changkong had a fairly good grasp of the family situations of the major shareholders within the group.

For example, Li Shuyue’s father was one of the major shareholders of the Ideal Group.

The fact that Ruyue Group had achieved a market value of billions was partly due to the CEO’s own capabilities, but securing financing and orders from the Ideal Group played no small role due to her background.

Such circumstances were not uncommon in Ideal City.

Because of the centralized management that began in financial sectors, there was no central bank in that place, nor were there banks serving a central bank.

The wealth management and venture capital departments of various groups performed part of the banks’ roles, and startup companies looking to raise funds either had to borrow money from other companies or launch crowdfunding projects on Endpoint Cloud, or they had to gain venture capital from other companies or potential clients through pitching.

The reason behind this phenomenon went back to the nature of Credit Points as a currency.

"...So this is City of Dawn?" Li Shuyue looked around at the barren land and the monotonously spaced hangars in the distance, looking somewhat disappointed.

It felt like a very ordinary survivor settlement.

Even the slightly larger survivor city-states in the Province of Yúnjiānxíng may not be comparable.

Before she investigated the relevant information on Endpoint Cloud, she still harbored some expectations.

Especially those scholars and experts from Ideal City, who blew their own horns without a hint of embarrassment, almost extolling the Alliance to be the hope of human civilization, a rare successful sociological experimental field, brethren of a different route connected by blood, a paradise for idealists...

In short, everyone who had been there praised it, and so did those who had not.

But when she actually saw it...

This is it?

Just a personal opinion,

she might have found the Alliance a bit too green, and her first impression was somewhat disappointing—she even started to worry about the investment.

"Yes, this is the airport north of the City of Dawn. Just walk a bit south, and you’ll enter the urban area. There’s a road over a hundred kilometers long that we built!"

Li Changkong excitedly shared about the work he achieved over the past month.

Li Shuyue, still dizzy from the flight, nodded, but her expression clearly showed little interest.

Right now, she just wanted to find a place to handle her personal hygiene issues.

"Is there... a washroom area here?" Her expression was slightly awkward, having written what she wanted to say all over her face.

"Washroom area?"

Li Changkong was taken aback for a moment, then awkwardly chuckled as if he had realized something, "There is a public restroom... but you might not be used to it."

Li Shuyue was baffled, unable to comprehend what there was to get used to—there had to be separate washrooms and sinks, right?

Seeing her bewildered expression, Li Changkong awkwardly continued.

"Uh... they’re still at the very initial stages of development, so the conditions here are a bit on the primitive side. You lack experience with business travel, so selecting such a challenging location from the get-go... I didn’t really recommend it. I’d suggest it would be better if you came prepared another time."

Li Shuyue looked back at the plane, and just by seeing that thing for an instant, she felt her legs go weak subconsciously.

It wouldn’t be impossible to go back by plane now.

But—

Her stubbornness kicked in.

Having come all this way, she couldn’t go back empty-handed.

She clenched her jaw, turned back with a cold face, and narrowed her crescent-like eyes.

"Are you underestimating me?"

Li Changkong replied with a helpless smile.

"How could I?"

Li Shuyue spoke indifferently.

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

"Alright!" He quickly nodded, and Li Changkong thought that building a tall building was now impossible, so he bravely added, "I’ll contact them for you right away!"

Naturally, the most famous hotel in the Alliance was the Roadside Inn.

However, it wasn’t famous for comfort, but for its liveliness.

Since traveling merchants often stayed here, the inn’s news was usually the most up-to-date; sometimes, even the Manager would get updates from the bartenders before anyone else.

Just standing at the entrance,

Li Changkong looked at the bustling hotel lobby and felt embarrassed once more, quickly suggesting.

"Maybe... I could apply for your mother company to dispatch you with envoy credentials, and you could stay at the embassy with that status. The houses there are made of cement shipped from Ideal City."

Li Shuyue shook her head and stepped over the threshold with her luggage in tow.

"That wouldn’t be following regulations. I’ll stay here."

Li Changkong’s expression turned subtly complex.

If we’re talking about compliance issues...

It would be more appropriate to discuss how you came here.

But on second thought, neither the Group nor the Advisory Council had any explicit regulations forbidding "uninvolved parties" from leveraging relief flights for business reasons.

Noticing the situation at the inn’s entrance,

Lisa, dressed as a Servant, stepped forward, looking at the smartly dressed lady in front of her and cautiously asked.

"Good day, ma’am, are you here... looking for someone?"

Although she was carrying luggage, Lisa still subconsciously felt that this wasn’t the kind of guest who would stay here.

"I’m here to stay at the inn," Li Shuyue glanced at the old man behind the bar and then at Li Changkong beside her, frowning, "Why are you still employing child labor here?"

"I’m of age." Lisa quickly explained.

Li Changkong hastily added, "I can assure you, the Alliance’s laws and enforcement are definitely the benchmark for the entire River Valley Province!"

Li Shuyue scrutinized Lisa skeptically but didn’t make things difficult for the young girl, and spoke in a soft voice.

"Could you find me a quiet room?"

Lisa obediently nodded her head.

"Yes! Please give me your luggage."

Li Shuyue shook her head.

"No need, I can carry it myself."

...

Not far from the airport, at the barracks.

Following behind Chu Guang, Mole wondered all the way what treasure the Manager was bringing him to see.

Finally arriving at his destination, a very large warehouse appeared before him.

Stopping at the warehouse door, Chu Guang nodded to the on-duty guard.

The metal door quickly opened.

A dark silhouette soon caught Mole’s attention, bringing an excited and eager expression to his face in an instant.

It was a tank.

The towering body and thick front armor perfectly embodied the phrase "bigger is better."

Especially the barrel so wide it could stuff half a face inside, coupled with the 10mm coaxial machine gun alongside the barrel, which was a blend of mechanical and violent aesthetics.

This was not BMP with five pairs of road wheels and a big car carrying a small cannon!

But a tank in the truest sense!

Except for the barrel, which was perhaps a bit absurdly large,

from one extreme to another.

Gazing at the iron monster before him, Chu Guang’s face showed the smile of a proud father.

"Tank Number Two, produced by Factory No.81, we widened the body based on Tank Number One. Chang Ge Group’s construction engineers helped us improve the turret, Silver Wing Group helped us improve the power system and transmission, and the cannon used is a 155mm smoothbore—"

"155!?" Mole’s eyes bulged, taking in a breath of air tinged with the scent of motor oil.

Chu Guang nodded.

"Yes, don’t you think bigger calibers are always better?"

"Great! Simply too great!"

Mole nodded excitedly, almost pecking like a chicken, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He couldn’t agree more with this statement!

Sure enough, only the Manager had grand visions, grand strategies, grand wisdom, grand foresight...

He far surpassed his "fair-weather friends!"

Chu Guang smiled amicably and, looking towards the tanks in the factory, continued to speak.

"Currently, we have produced 30 Type 2 tanks, just unloaded at the train station. In addition, there are 5 Type B tanks, which use the No. 60 electromagnetic cannon imported from Ideal City."

"Although the First Army Corps of the Alliance also needs armored units, considering your outstanding performance in the last battle, I plan to prioritize equipping you!"

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

Such things were superfluous for the tanks of the Alliance.

AI fire control?

Auxiliary optics?

Additional capacitors?

What use was there for those trinkets!

The loyal "genetic prototypes" were the best black technology, the singularity-level technology "Morphogenesis Field" was unrivaled in the world!

Where would he get these 30 tanks without fully tapping into the potential of carbon-based life forms?

The entire Alliance had a population of just over a hundred thousand, with less than a third in industrial employment, and military spending was already soaring towards heaven as a percentage of total output.

Thirty tanks a month.

That was the industrial output after Little Beard brought Czechoslovakia under control.

And the Alliance’s fusion reactor had been ignited for less than two months, and industrial subsidy policies and quantitative easing measures were even less than a year old.

To equip more players with reliable gear while also considering the development of the Alliance, Chu Guang felt he had done his best.

However, Mole obviously didn’t care about things like armor thickness either, his interest was completely captured by the electromagnetic cannon.

This device was known to be used for coastal defense and naval cannons in reality, but he had never heard of it being mounted on tanks.

After the Manager finished speaking, he eagerly inquired about the question he cared about most.

"What does the number 60 mean?"

Caliber?

Wouldn’t 60 millimeters be a bit small?

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

"60 refers to a muzzle energy of 60 mega joules!"

mega joules!

Upon hearing this number, Mole was instantly shocked.

If he remembered correctly, the muzzle energy of the old Mi’s Mk45 type 127mm naval cannon was only 10 mega joules...

mega joules!

Six times the muzzle energy of a naval cannon?!

Was this thing meant to reach the skies?!

Seeing the young player so shocked he was at a loss for words, Chu Guang continued,

"...The Alliance Army Command’s role for the Type B is as a tank destroyer."

"Due to the high cost, we’ve only produced 5 units, mainly to counter the high-strength spaced armor of the Conqueror No. 10 tanks, and also for the number 11 tanks that have surfaced in the intelligence. To prevent it from being penetrated by 100mm cannons, we’ve reinforced the front armor and the gun tower, though this will slightly reduce its mobility."

Using the wreckage of captured tanks for testing, the No. 60 railgun could not only penetrate the armor but also shoot right through the armor’s weak points.

There would certainly be differences in actual combat performance, but he believed in both the technology of the allies and the combat will of the players, they would not disappoint him!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Mole turned to Chu Guang, swearing his loyalty with a solemn expression.

"Respected Manager, I am ready to go to war. You just need to tell me where the enemies of the Alliance are, and I will immediately take them down completely!"

Not bad.

Looking spirited!

Chu Guang nodded approvingly and said with a smile.

"Don’t be anxious, the Alliance Army Command will soon assign a mission to you."

Saying this, he put away his smile, took out the holographic computer pen given to him by Pai, and lightly pressed it, projecting the map of the Luo Xia Province in mid-air.

A red circle was marked in the south of Luo Xia Province, 150 kilometers away from the Zobar Mountain Range’s Twin Peaks.

A red arrow stretched across a distance of 900 kilometers, pointing from the City of Dawn towards that location.

"... The Army Corps is stationed on the east side of Oasis No. 4 in the south of Luo Xia Province, with a scale of at least ten thousand troops, and they are suspected of building an airfield. Once they succeed, our homeland will be included within the strategic bombing range of the Army."

"In addition, according to reliable intelligence, a nuclear bomb with a yield of one million tons is being sent from the west into Luo Xia Province, and we assess that this nuclear bomb is very likely to be delivered to that airfield."

Watching the increasingly solemn Mole, Chu Guang paused for a moment before continuing.

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

"From the City of Dawn to the Lost Valley is nearly 900 kilometers, with almost 700 kilometers of off-road sections. You have only one task."

"Strict confidentiality, careful caution, and fast advancement. You must destroy the defense lines of the local stationed troops with a lightning-fast attack—"

"Stop them at all costs!"

"Capture the airfield!"

...

While the Alliance was secretly planning their second military action, a sensational event occurred in Petra Fortress, nearly a thousand kilometers away.

A business group from the River Valley Province, called the White Bear Knights, rented a warehouse and established the "White Bear Knights Bank."

The bank manager was a talking white bear.

Her kind nature made her unable to bear the hardship of the slums.

Therefore, she and her companions decided to aid those refugees who had fled from the North, exchanging their worthless scrap—the Golden Lion Coins—for Golden Camel Coins.

As soon as news spread that someone was willing to accept Golden Lion Coins, the slums outside the city were in an uproar.

Most of them were refugees from Oasis No. 9, and the money in their pockets was worthless here.

Nearly all the refugees flocked there, afraid they would miss out if they were late.

In addition to the refugees, some locals also came running.

However, they weren’t here to exchange money but to see the spectacle.

Unusual happenings were not scarce in the Wasteland.

But a talking bear, many people were seeing one for the first time.

"How does a bear have so much money?"

"Who knows!"

"But what’s the point of exchanging for Golden Lion Coins? Didn’t they turn into scrap metal?"

"Maybe their kindness overflowed with nowhere else to go."

Several merchants in long robes watched from the side, their faces filled with mockery.

Not exchanging their Golden Camel Coins for Dinars was one thing, but to actually exchange for Golden Lion Coins.

Did they want their money to depreciate even faster?

On the other side, inside the bank’s entrance, a crowd of ragged poor people waved their money bags, the clanking of coins almost drowning out the shouts.

Old Buma stood in front of the counter with a headache, frantically keeping accounts and helping these poor souls exchange their worthless currency for Golden Camels that could buy bread.

Although the bank manager was a bear, it was not practical to let a bear keep accounts; this kind of physical labor, working as a "counter manager," still had to be done by him.

"Please, sir, be kind and let me exchange a little more," a disheveled man finally squeezed to the front, placing a bag of money on the counter with a thud.

Even in his wretched attire, the bag of money he held was not pitiful at all.

The several people following behind him must be servants, each also holding a bag of money.

"Not acceptable, our boss has set a rule, each person can only exchange for 200 Golden Camel Coins."

Old Buma shook his head, to let the helper beside him count out Golden Camel Coins with a face value of 1200 to take away.

He wanted the coins, not paper promissory notes.

After checking, he took out a money bag that had shrunk to one-sixth of its size and placed it beside that bulky bag of money, continuing to speak to the disheveled man.

"You must swear to the Spirit of the Sand Sea that you won’t come back and queue here today."

The old man, clutching the money bag tightly, reluctantly raised his hand and took the oath of faith, but inside he sneered, "The old man will come back tomorrow."

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

A few burly mercenaries, arms crossed, stood guarding the bank’s entrance, observing the departing group before shifting their gaze to continue the work of bank security.

As for whether that person would take a detour and come back, that wasn’t their concern.

Their employer had explained that counting on rules to be 100% enforced was impossible; what they needed to do wasn’t to completely eliminate the practice of re-queuing but to raise the bar for breaking the rules, thereby ensuring more people could get the money they needed to survive.

In the Camel Hump Kingdom, food was cheap; 200 Golden Camel Coins, if used sparingly, would last for quite a while.

For the first three days of the bank’s business, the exchange rate was six to one, but it would increase to ten to one after three days, and the limit on individuals’ exchanges would no longer apply, allowing nobles with a lot of money to exchange large amounts of money at once.

The reason for doing this was not entirely out of generosity.

It was more a matter of safety.

Making money is not considered smart, but making money and getting away with it is...

Observing the surging crowd outside the bank, Meat Meat felt his social anxiety acting up again and timidly turned to Tail, whispering,

"So, so many people... shall we go out and watch?"

"Oh! No worries, Meat Meat, Tail will stay with you!" Tail patted Meat Meat’s broad shoulder and gave a thumbs-up with a smile, "Just hang in there a bit longer, we’ll switch shifts with Si Si and others soon! Think of it as a courage exercise!"

Meat Meat nodded and mustered up the courage to keep going.

The bank, named the White Bear Knights, bustled from dawn till dusk before closing.

After locking the bank’s door, Old Buma approached Si Si with a ledger, saying respectfully,

"Today, we have dispensed a total of 2.1 million Golden Camel Coins and collected 12.6 million Golden Lion Coins in return."

"Not bad, not bad at all," Si Si’s face broke into a pleased smile.

It seemed the people who had fled from No.4 Oasis to here were exceptionally wealthy, having spent 2 million Golden Camel Coins despite the purchase limit.

After three days, she suspected people would rush over with carts to exchange money with her.

This could be more profitable than trading cattle!

She recalled that the Holy Knights Order started out this way; the little money made from combat was insufficient to cover losses, but they made a fortune through loans and bank drafts.

However, the White Bear Knights had not yet ventured into high-interest loans.

Si Si pondered if it might be a good idea to start offering such services after the conflicts ended and reconstruction began at No.4 Oasis.

To lend the money exchanged today back to those who had come to exchange it.

That would be taking from the people, and using it for the people.

"We should hire a few more mercenaries," Si Si rubbed her chin, speaking earnestly, "our business might catch someone’s greedy eye."

When Old Buma heard this, he couldn’t help but feel both amused and dismayed, thinking who would covet such scrap metal.

The rumor spreading through the city said that the foolish big spenders from River Valley Province had too much money to squander and had exchanged their hard-earned merchant money for a heap of junk, possibly losing their pants on the way back.

Clearing his throat softly, Old Buma replied respectfully,

"Sir, hiring these mercenaries should be enough. If you’re truly worried, we can give the city defense captain a bribe to set up a patrol post near us... Those guards loyal to the city lord are more effective than any number of hires, and they won’t cost too much."

Patrolling was their job.

As for where the patrol should be, that was a matter of adaptive jurisdiction.

The refugees from other places were most afraid of causing trouble, especially triggering the attention of the local guards. As long as the patrol team passed by from time to time, even the toughest troublemakers would behave themselves.

Si Si’s face showed a smile.

"That’s a good idea, thanks."

"You’re welcome... You saved my life and returned the property that was taken from the bandits. Doing these things for you is what I ought to do." Old Buma spoke respectfully.

A hunch told him that the young lady in front of him was capable of achieving great things.

After all, at his age, he was not quite fit for being a merchant anymore; he might as well seek employment at the bank.

After arranging tomorrow’s work, Si Si found the leader of the mercenaries who was on guard at the door.

The muscular strong man was folding his arms, discussing with a few brothers beside him where to go drinking in a while.

When the sun set, it would be their knock-off time, and the lively crowd would move from the market to the commercial street, where there was endless fun to find.

"Interested in working an extra shift?"

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

"Your order, miss, serving a beauty is my honor."

The mercenaries standing by his side also joined in teasingly.

"As long as you’re willing to pay, I can do anything."

"I can give massages!"

"I can crack backs!"

Si Si smiled faintly.

"Have you heard about the Army stationed in Lost Valley?"

The group of mercenaries looked at each other in confusion, not understanding why their employer was bringing this up.

The mercenary leader stroked his stubble and recalled for a moment before saying,

"These past two days... there seem to be similar rumors in the taverns, and some are pretty wild, saying there’s an Army of ten thousand stationed there, shooting at anyone who gets close, still unclear about what they’re up to."

"That’s not enough," Si Si tossed him a bulging purse, "The people here lack imagination; the rumors should be more outrageous. For example, stationed there are the elites who first broke into Oasis No.9, they’re setting up a frontier camp, awaiting the arrival of the main force..."

Looking at the surprised face of the mercenary leader, she pointed to the purse in his hand.

"Here are 1000 Golden Camel Coins. I hope that by this time tomorrow, everyone in Petra Fortress is discussing when the Army plans to attack the city, debating how those big-nosed ones treat their captives..."

"I hope that no matter where I go, I can see the confusion and fear on people’s faces."

Lost Valley was quite vast, spanning a radius of a full 10 kilometers; from the west, one couldn’t see to the east.

Yet even so, considering the intensity of the Army’s patrols, getting close was still extremely difficult.

And once discovered, the chance of escape would likely be non-existent.

Therefore, if one wished to conquer that relic site, relying on brute force was hopeless; stocking up on more equipment and ammunition was pointless.

She needed someone to distract the Army.

Or at least to capture the Army’s attention.

Only then could they create an opportunity to sneak into the valley.

The mercenary leader looked at his employer with surprise, not understanding what she was up to, especially not expecting that the pretty girl would have such a cunning plan in store.

But upon seeing that purse, he didn’t ask any further questions, chuckled, and stuffed the purse into his pocket, even going so far as to imitate those generous nobles, awkwardly bowing his body deeply.

"Serving you is my privilege!"

He was just planning to go to the tavern for a drink, and this job was simply too easy.

Just by arranging for a few of the most eager brothers to dive into the crowd and start yelling, in a matter of minutes, they could attract all those curious spectators.

From one to ten, ten to a hundred...

As long as such idle folks were determined to add fuel to the fire, soon the entire Petra Fortress’s residents would know that the Army had arrived.

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