. "This place is so poor that it's only gold left!"

After wandering around Xipan Port and greeting General Komante for a few more words, Feili finally made the above conclusion. Every member who followed him ashore sighed the same way.

In the dry desert, water sources are the first factor that determines survival. More than 10,000 residents of Xipan Port basically live by a small river about half a mile away from the port. It is said to be a river, but in Feili's eyes, he only saw a thick mud rolling between the river banks. Fortunately, the smell was sniffed, and you could smell it from a distance, otherwise it would make people mistakenly think it was chocolate!

In addition to the weeds and reeds by the river, as well as the scattered cactus in the desert, there are no green things near Xipan Port, nor farmland or trees. All the natives live in broken grass sheds made of mud bricks and reeds, and many so-called "houses" don't even have roofs. According to them, it's rare that this place will rain for decades, so there is no need to waste it like this. These people are really lazy enough...

The natives in the village are very distinctive in terms of appearance. They all seem to have eaten clenbuterol for a lifetime. They are so thin that they can visually measure the number of ribs within twenty steps. They are definitely not even fat in their bodies. Of course, there are not a few strands of cloth. Cloth seems to be quite expensive here, not only men, but also women. If these people's bodies are not so dark and dirty, Feili thought she had entered a celestial camp or a celestial bath.

However, although they were so poor that they had no food or clothing, these guys were really unambiguous in their decorations. Not only did everyone wear gold earrings and gold collars. Many people even held rough daggers polished with gold, and even the shields woven by rattan were inlaid with gold nuggets! The "poor" in the Nasereer Empire looked golden and sighed that these natives were poor and rich.

Since it was almost dusk when Xiangrui arrived, when Feili and his group entered the village, it became completely dark. So at the invitation of General Komante, a bonfire banquet was held in the square in the center of the village. The dishes at the banquet were very rich, including potatoes, dirty potatoes and dirtier potatoes - the frugal chef did not even peel off the potato skins in order to save food. Worse, the river water was too turbid, so it was not washed clean, and the fire was fueled by dry manure...

Looking at the baked potatoes that were dark, dirty and smelly, the soldiers were hungry and completely slackened. They were waiting to return to the boat later to chew on the seafaring cookies, hard bread and lunch meat along the way. The stingy guy even shaved a few bites with a dagger, and the rest simply threw their own portion to the native children around them at will.

These little guys who seemed to be eating clenbuterol from their mother's womb had a very smart nose. When they smelled the aroma of food, they gathered from all directions. Looking at the dirty roasted potatoes on the fire, they bit their fingers and saliva. After getting the potatoes, these little kids with no hygiene concept even swallowed the skin and soil. Finally, they patted their stomachs and squinted their eyes to satisfy themselves. The soldiers of strange land couldn't help but sigh at this, thinking that the digestive function of children in this poor place was indeed extraordinary. I am afraid that eating rotten water residue every day would make them feel great.

On the tables of Princess Azisha and Feili and others, there were specially prepared high-end dishes, which were a few turkeys that were thinner than pigeons. Their skinny bodies seemed to be accusing themselves of long-term abuse. As for wine, there was no drop, and the local water quality was too poor. Therefore, a few slightly shriveled cactus fruits were sent. The season of the cactus fruits was over, and the fresh ones were not found.

Strangely, it is clearly on the beach, but there is no fish or shrimp on the dining table. After Feili asked carefully, she realized that there is a strong cold current in the sea area, so marine life is rare, and the water is as unsustainable as on the ground. Xipan Port has no arable land or mines. The only industry for residents is the salt farm by the sea. The locals transported the salt they got to the inland by raft or manpower to exchange cloth and grain with farmers on the plateau. However, in the past two years, the plateau area has been famined, and now it is a war period. All materials must be given priority for supplying the front line, and Xipan Port in the rear naturally cannot be exchanged for much.

After learning about this situation, everyone could not accuse the owner of negligence, so they had to frown and throw the micro turkeys into their mouths, even chewing the bones to pieces. It would be nice to be able to eat some meat in this kind of broken place, and it really should not be too high.

Although the food at the banquet was very shabby, the tableware was very unusual--all made of heavy gold! It was also inlaid with large gems, and even the benches where the guests sat were pure gold. Feili quickly made up her mind to go back when leaving. People in this place didn't take gold seriously at all, and I'm afraid no one would care if they took a few things...

However, the soldiers sitting on the periphery seemed to be faster than their commanders. Before the banquet ended, they had already exchanged many gold sand and gadgets from the locals with their own dry food, handkerchiefs, knifes and other fragments... This lack of discipline fully reflects the essence of the Giant Bear Legion's view of making money more important than fighting...

After the simple welcoming banquet dispersed, the attentive indigenous people continued to perform strange dances with local characteristics, but the commander Feili was taken to a stone house that looked like an official office.

General Komante changed into a coarse cloth robe and was sitting behind a chopping board, holding his chin as if thinking. Seeing that Feili came, he nodded and signaled him to sit down, and then stared at the beating flames on the oil lamp, silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

In addition to Komante, there was also a kind-hearted old man in the room. Although this old man seemed to have eaten a lot of clenbuterol, he had not yet reached the point where he could count his ribs. It seemed that he was a privileged class in Xipan Port. Judging from the occasion he was in at this moment, Feili speculated that the other party was probably a translator.

After sitting quietly with the two sides for a while, General Komante suddenly started to speak in local language. Feili quickly cast a clever word, and finally roughly understood the general's meaning.

"...I have generally heard of your identity and purpose from His Highness the Princess. As a local lord, I welcome your arrival and will send skilled guides as soon as possible to guide you to meet the great King of the Mountains..."

"Thank you very much for your help, General. It is also our urgent wish to meet His Majesty Tecomsey as soon as possible and finalize the next action."

Before the translator could speak, Feili replied casually. Since the effect of clever words was limited to between Feili and Komante, the translator had no response. But General Kemante stood up in surprise, and his eyes were wide open, looking up and down at Feili's small body, sighing.

"It's amazing! You can actually speak our language?" "No, this is the function of magic, which allows me to talk to anyone in a short time." Feiri replied.

General Komante raised his eyebrows, "Is it limited in duration?"

"About a quarter of an hour."

Komante hesitated for a moment and waved his hand to repel the translator, "Since that's the case, I'll tell you a long story short. To be honest, I don't agree with His Majesty's idea of ​​asking for help from the Naserel Empire..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he said something amazing, "For us, you are not essentially different from those green plagues. Those guys with sharp ears are a group of robbers who want our lives while stealing our wealth. You are a group of profiteers. After cheating our wealth, you want us to be servants and continue to create new wealth for you..."

Although Komante's tone was very solemn, Feili couldn't help but feel a little funny: It's time, and he's still making such a big truth with me. If only reasoning can solve the problem, will there be war in this world?

Indeed, for weak nations with backward civilization, no foreign colonization is a good thing. No matter what language he speaks, his complexion and appearance, it cannot cover up the essence of his plunder. Whether it is a barbaric and direct bloody massacre or a relatively civilized and gentle commercial plunder, its purpose is to take advantage of its technological or institutional advantages to squeeze high profits from backward areas.

But what this world pursues is the jungle law of the strong prey on the weak. Moreover, since there are no constraints such as international conventions and knight morality, this world is even more cruel and dark than the Age of Discovery in another world. All kinds of atrocities not only occur in the colonial conquest of barbaric nations by civilized countries, but also injected within civilized countries. Regardless of their strength, governments across the country generally pursue genocide policies to foreign enemies, killing prisoners, plagues, massacres, and genocide.
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