You are no longer worth being harmed...

Niyang looked at him with pity, but in the end he did not say the most hurtful words.

"Shut up...! You rat, what do you know!" Galawa, who was lying on the bed, stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar servant with his eyes wide open. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something on the bedside table.

That piece of paper.

"What is that...newspaper?"

Niyang answered truthfully.

"It's a resignation letter."

Jarava's eyes were bloodshot and gradually turned red as he stared at him.

"Resign, resign?!"

"That's right," Niyang nodded, "Thank you very much for your continued care, but one thing must always come down to the other. Once a person has the ability to distinguish right from wrong, he will no longer be satisfied with being a slave. I choose to obey

My true heart."

Galawa sat up from the bed angrily, grabbed the resignation letter, tore it into pieces, and threw it into his lap.

"It is unheard of for a slave to resign! I tell you, Niyang, I am your master! What I promise you is yours. Without my nod, you can never leave!"

The hysterical voice sounded like a roar and a plea.

Niyang thought he would say some mean words in the end and return the humiliation he had suffered to him.

But now, looking at this old man who has lost everything, he can no longer say those harsh words.

In fact, he is also a poor man.

Born with a golden key in his mouth, he had heard countless flatteries in his life, but no one had ever respected him from the bottom of their hearts. They either blindly followed his stupidity in a daze, or pretended to be confused and fooled him.

Niyang nodded slightly as a final show of respect.

"You misunderstood, Mr. Galawa, I am not resigning as a slave, but I am resigning from all positions in the empire..."

After a pause, he took out the ID card from his pocket.

"There are no slaves in the Alliance. I am not a slave in the first place, and I have nothing to say."

Alliance’s ID card…

The dry Adam's apple moved up and down, and Duke Galava was completely desperate.

It seems that I have lost my reason to lose my temper.

This time he rarely got angry, but looked dejectedly at the man who turned around to leave.

"Where are you going……"

Niyang paused, but did not look back.

"Go to Borneo."

"Go where you need me."

…

[Yesterday, the editorial department of this newspaper received a telegram from the direction of Tiandu.

The telegram claimed that the remnants of the old empire had been wiped out by the King's Army. The new empire would be led by King Janusz, adopt a constitutional monarchy, abolish royal privileges and slavery, promote the idea of ​​equality for all, and lead the residents of Borneo Province towards a brighter future.

s future.

It is currently impossible to confirm the identity of the sender of the telegram, but judging from the content, it should be someone related to the Heavenly King Army, or at least be authorized by its senior officials.

Since this newspaper does not have a branch in Tiandu, it is temporarily unable to know the specific local situation.

However, according to reporters based in Xiangzhou, judging from what was said orally to the refugees from Tiandu, the situation there does not seem to be optimistic.

The Heavenly King's Army is conducting a "systematic" liquidation of the remnants of the old empire, and this liquidation is not based on explicit laws. Most of the time, it relies on the "intuition" of senior or mid-level officers in the main jurisdiction. It seems that Janusz himself

There is no intention to stop it.

Our reporter tried to contact the Governor's Office of Golden Gallen Port, but there was no further information from the Governor's Office.

However, based on only limited clues, it seems that the "abolition of slavery" and "equality for all" claimed by Janusz have nothing to do with the Japanese people and the aristocrats of the old empire...

Wasteland Era 214, January 15, the Golden Gallen Harbor Branch of "Survivor Daily" reports for you.

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Golden Gallen Harbor.

In a noodle shop in the port area, a group of diners were reading newspapers while eating.

The illiterate dock worker listened to the literate clerk read the newspaper, and finally frowned, slapped his thigh, and muttered a curse.

"This Janusz is not a good guy either... This is too extreme!"

The people who gathered around to watch the excitement also nodded and said in agreement.

"yes."

"A bit extreme..."

"I don't think Janusz is a good guy... Fortunately, I haven't donated money yet."

Looking at these guys who acted according to the circumstances, the clerk holding the newspaper couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Don't you support the King of Heaven?"

The short-haired dock worker smiled and looked aside.

The worker sitting next to him coughed and defended him.

"I supported him in fighting the empire, but I didn't support him in massacring the city... nor did I support him in massacring the Wilantes."

This voice won another round of echoes.

"really……"

"Everything comes down to its own standard. If you do well, you should be praised, and if you don't do well, you should be criticized!"

"that is!"

The man reading the newspaper shook his head and put the newspaper away.

"I don't object, but there must be a standard for good and bad, right? What's the point of being good sometimes and bad sometimes?"

The people watching the excitement also laughed and chimed in.

"You guys are really hard to take care of. It's not easy for someone to come up with the same idea as you, and you also require that the other person's ideas must be exactly the same as yours. How about you just do it yourself? Doing it yourself is no better than giving random orders from the sidelines."

Everyone was about to start a quarrel again, when suddenly a shout came from the door.

"There is something in the sky!"

As soon as they heard the exclamation, all the diners dropped their topics and bowls and chopsticks, and swarmed to the door of the noodle shop regardless of the noodle shop waiter's obstruction.

"what?"

"Let me see!"

"Fuck!"

Everyone looked to the sky and saw a row of light blue arcs across the sky.

Those who knew the product immediately recognized it, it was the plume ejected by the plasma engine!

"Plane! It's an alliance plane!" The expert pointed to the sky and shouted in surprise.

Upon hearing his voice, almost all the people on the street who stopped and looked at the sky had overjoyed expressions on their faces.

The Alliance is coming!

They are back!

…

The thrilling BGM filled the cabin, trying to drown out the roar of the plasma engine.

Sitting in the cabin, holding his ears with his little finger, [Yin Shi Yang Miao] couldn't help but complain.

"Damn... I remember the Enterprise killer whales didn't make such a loud noise."

[No family] said with a playful smile.

"You are right, but the Overlord transport aircraft is a large aircraft independently developed and produced by the alliance——"

[Half Years Wasted] She covered his mouth with her hands.

"Okay, I know you have played "Wasteland Online"."

Reaching the sky in one step: "?"

While the four of them were arguing, Lao Bai, who was wearing power armor, shouted on the communication channel.

"Brothers, we have arrived on the east coast of Borneo, above the Golden Gallon Port!"

"The legion wants to give us eye drops, so let's give them some color to see, so that they will not forget about the pain after the scar is healed. They have forgotten, but I have not forgotten, how they ran with their tails between their legs in the desert!"
To be continued...