I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 867 866. Security

   Chapter 867 866. Peace of mind

   The face in the mist was hideous and strange, but to Lu Kian, there was a sense of reassurance.

   An old friend.

  The people of Wudu do not seem to be the same as his colleagues, Si-eyed. The whole world has been occupied and destroyed by the outer gods. They can also walk in all corners of foreign lands to complete their tasks.

  The human face was twisted and surrounded the people of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, like a guardian spirit.

   For ordinary people, the smoke is so thin that they can't find it at all, and they won't notice it. Without the corresponding foreign knowledge and the experience of having direct contact with Wudu people, it is completely unexpected that this is a person.

   "It seems that the Wudu people support the Yellow Sand Brotherhood. They want to lose the motivation to explore here, and let other city-states gradually dismember the city."

  Lu Kian closed the illusory book and muttered to himself.

  Ke Cheng came back to his senses. He listened to Lu Kian's words, but he didn't know what happened.

   "Huh? If the Wudu people are behind the scenes, why didn't the rules of Utopia detect this?"

   Lu Kizuna thought of this again.

The Wudu people are obviously not in the same camp with the wasteland, or in other words, the gods and silence behind them are not the same gods. The Wudu people will definitely not get anything to make Utopia great again, or lead the hard-working and brave people of Utopia to the task of common prosperity. .

   His mission, nine times out of ten, will lead to the destruction of Utopia.

   Then, with the intervention of the Wudu people, why was the Huangsha Brotherhood not punished?

   Are these people in Wudu really so patient?

   Thinking of this, Lu Bian felt that it was necessary to go and see the situation of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood.

  According to the rules of Utopia, it is definitely illegal to peep at others. If you want to sneak into the residence of the Huangsha Brotherhood and investigate the behavior of the people in Wudu, you will definitely be punished.

   After thinking for a moment, Lu Bian soon came up with a plan.

   "What are you going to do?"

   Feng Yu glanced at Leopard Leopard, then looked at Lu Bian.

   "Just ask them directly."

   Lu Kizuna replied immediately.

  “?”

  Feng Yu didn't quite understand.

   Next day

   The headquarters of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood in northern Utopia.

  This is the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce. All traveling merchants who have been certified by the Yellow Sand Brotherhood can be entertained here, get referrals and some business help.

  In the initial rules of Utopia, the private property of all people is sacred and inviolable, but in the same way, individuals cannot occupy means of production, etc., but with the development of cities, there will always be various imbalances.

Powerful superhumans can obtain higher returns in exploration and production, while weak ordinary people can only pick up some leftovers. If these gains are forcibly made equal, it will only weaken the desire of the strong to explore, and eventually development will stagnate. .

   Therefore, after the continuous development of Utopia, a special group of merchants gradually formed.

They relied on the initial exploration of the ruins to obtain primitive accumulation, and then used their ingenuity or some luck to earn a lot of wealth. However, for the time being, they have no way to use the existing wealth to continue to create wealth, because this is the rule of utopia. not allowed.

In fact, they do not have the right to hire others for production. In Utopia, the farmers who breed insects and produce food rely on the saints of Utopia. The products of the old civilization need to be produced by the explorers of the college. As for daily necessities, The barren life has almost no demand for daily necessities, and most of them are agricultural products, which are derivatives of insects, and have not yet developed to the level of handicrafts.

Therefore, although the merchants have a huge amount of wealth, their lives have not changed dramatically. It is not that they do not need to work, but they do not need to work in the fields. The basic barter, transaction settlement still takes a lot of time. Some merchants also need to travel to other city-states for trade.

Of course, in the long history, there were also merchants who chose to carry their property and escaped Utopia directly to other city-states, but the journey was far away, and in other city-states, these merchants were not protected by the laws and rules of Utopia, they were lucky. If you are lucky enough to find a relatively peaceful city-state to settle down, you will either get lost in the sandstorm and become a treasure buried in the desert of the wasteland, or you will encounter robbers on the road, and your money and people will be empty. , And some, after going through untold hardships, when they arrived at the destination city-state, they were directly arrested by the people of that city-state, and all their property went into the pockets of others.

  Because of this, the businessmen of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood want to get the status of saints and become the rulers of Utopia. They can further consolidate their wealth status by interpreting the rules.

   In the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, a woman was sitting.

   She looks like she is in her thirties, but she still has a charming charm.

   In the wasteland, where the average life expectancy is only over 20, such women are extremely rare.

   This is not to look old, but some kind of extraordinary power to show his own strength.

   Careful observation, you will find that her clothes expose a large area of ​​skin, and there is no crystal presence between that enchanting figure.

   This is a saint.

   The actual leader of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, named Cleopatra, a woman who inherited the name of the Queen.

The woman is holding a transparent glass in her hand with a light red liquid in it. This is not wine made from honey bugs, but a wine brewed with the craftsmanship of old civilizations. Of course, the specific raw materials are still bugs. And some plants, but the taste is unforgettable. After being chilled, it is even more intoxicating. It is Cleopatra's favorite drink.

  Beside her, there is a looming cloud of smoke lingering. This is a very ordinary picture at first glance, but in the desert, the smoke itself is extremely rare.

   "I know what you want, don't play those tricks in front of me."

   Cleopatra said, she looked at the cloud of smoke, and there was only a playful emotion between her words.

   "But you still accepted our help."

  The cloud of smoke responded that the language he used was not the native language of the wasteland, but the meaning could be transmitted to Cleopatra's brain through some indescribable supernatural power.

   "You should know that our most fundamental purpose is to destroy this city, and you don't seem to care about that."

   "Utopia will not be destroyed because of this, your purpose is nothing from the beginning."

   said Cleopatra, putting down her glass and looking at the cloud of smoke.

   "Thanks to Utopia, we can have these exchanges openly and honestly. You have your purpose, and I have mine. As long as I can inherit this city, I don't mind working with you."

   As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a voice from outside.

   "Sir, there is a person who wants to see you. He said that he is a representative sent by the academy."

   (end of this chapter)