"Good citizens prove that you are good citizens. If you don’t have words, you can’t ride horses in the water village."
"Can’t ride a horse?" The muse’s eyes are still a little scary. The little old man stepped back two steps and suddenly pointed to the heavy machine gun on the wall. "Did you see that sacred thing?" Malacheng soldiers are dead. "
Muse had a moment in his heart that he got the news that the Third Infantry Battalion was wiped out through spies here before he came to Shuizhai, but he personally didn’t believe it.
However, the words of an ordinary resident of Tongshuizhai made him think.
"There are fewer people now, and you can all have more descendants in Beijing. Everyone must have a good citizen’s card." The little old man seems to be persuading and smiling. "Several knights and adults please invite horses."
Then he stepped back and gave up to the heavy machine gun.
Sitting behind the protective gear, the heavy machine gunner is handsome, putting his hands on his grip and leaning forward. There is no bolt machine.
"Come on" Muse is not a real aristocrat. The knights behind him are not aristocrats. The so-called concept of shame is also absolutely fragile in front of dirty civilians and effective force.
With a wave of his hand, the Muse pretended to be close to the people, and the corners of his mouth were polite and reserved, like an aristocratic smile. "If you have a good citizen’s card, don’t you pay?"
"If you pay once, you can get a thin money back from the central square, and you need to pay once every day to go into the city repeatedly. In addition, some places in Shuizhai can only be entered by good citizens."
The muse looked around and saw that many people in the city at the moment had good citizen’s cards, and they didn’t know how to judge "good citizens" just by a thin piece of paper.
Muse took out some iron money and handed it to the little old man. "Can I see your good citizen’s card?"
The old man has no scruples at all. He is a lowly official. He belongs to the type of waiting in line for training and education. He doesn’t even know what corruption is. In Yu Weichao’s blueprint, lowly officials are equivalent to urban management temporary workers. Where can I sometimes train well?
Muse breathed a sigh of relief. It’s really hard to do things if the people in Shuizhai don’t collect money.
A good citizen’s card is light and the size of a palm. There are beautiful green patterns on the card surface, and it shines when the sun shines.
"This is the information map on the back, and it is called watermark next to it. It is said that it is very powerful."
Both information map and watermark are park tickets, and a common machine can produce them in hundreds of kilograms.
Muse couldn’t see the catch in it, and thought the flashing light was beautiful. He turned it over after listening to the little old man’s words.
The mouse’s face is always full of laughter, but now it is all shocked.
There are such vivid picture!
"Who painted it?"
"photo"
If you ask the little old man again, you can’t say clearly.
Muse grabbed several residents passing by nearby and forced them to bring their citizen’s cards to see.
People who are good citizens are more timid. When they see the big horse behind the Muse, they are afraid to speak out and hand out their "good citizen card".
It’s a beautiful one-inch crown, and a passport with an ear photo is no problem
"How?" Muse asked one by one.
Good citizens have some strange images and descriptions, such as black boxes of colored oil.
Some cowards can’t even speak.
Song Zhuang, a team of indigenous inspectors, came in a hurry and ordered the Muse and his cavalry to step aside.
The muse stopped the knights from cursing and reluctantly returned the citizen’s card to the citizen, thinking that the picture was a little smaller, otherwise there would be thousands of copper coins missing from Mala City.
Copper coins are much more valuable than iron money, and ordinary people have no chance to make them
"Stealing a batch of citizen’s cards and reselling them in Malacheng is a hundred times more profitable, and it’s a quick money." Muse was thinking about how to make a big profit, and he almost forgot his business until Song Zhuang asked twice before he walked over and said, "I want to see your castellan."
"Inside the curator" Song Zhuang glanced at their current guide.
Even the dirty civilians in the 21st century are still entitled to despise these indigenous pride, which is born naturally.
This momentum made the muse lose his mind until Chen Yi appeared, and he had not recovered.
Chen sat in a plush chair and examined the Muse and his knights.
The radian of fresh hardwood chairs is actually very comfortable. Of course, it is not as durable as a sofa, but it is suitable for office work. If it is the earth, it is simple for an office chair to spend more than 35,000 yuan. For example, how much this kind of wood costs can be explained. However, an office chair like the western continent has died three or five copper coins, and people in Kimura have cut large pieces of hardwood and sent it to Mala City for firewood-even so, it is a natural resource.
The muse stared at the chair, not because he found anything special, but because he didn’t dare to look at Chen Yi. Even the temple warrior is rare. It’s him.
"Dear knight, I am the temple knight Muse, on behalf of the priest Iyar, asking you to release the captured soldiers and officers quickly …"
"It’s all over."
"Ah?"
"Do you want a body?" Chen Yi’s expression is very calm and he is not going to talk about anything with the rat-faced man in front of him.
Muse’s big eyes blinked for a long time and said "yes"
"One soldier and one snail officer"
The muse’s heart trembled, and he was very sure that the third infantry battalion was dead. Look at this posture, even if someone is alive, they can die.
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Chapter two hundred and seventy-five Temple angel (3)
"You asked me to report to the Senate." Muse was a little depressed. Three soldiers of a heavy infantry battalion, including the flag officer, were captured or killed. Even the flag officer of the temple fleet almost died. Xijiang Water Village sounded disheartened. These things decided that he had no bargaining power.
However, the muse still won a "knight’s adult, if there is a living officer, can I take some back?" 15 snails per officer. "
In this way, it can be proved that the other side does have a captive heavy infantry officer, but his limit is too small. Fifteen snails are all promised with teeth. If the heavy infantry is extremely valuable, he would not even take this risk.
Chen Yi laughed and said, "There is no life."
Muse coughed twice and then asked, "So can the armor of soldiers and officers be returned?"
"It’s the same price as a corpse."
Multi-layer hard leather armor is very valuable, but it is certainly not as much as a snail shell. There is no arrogant support for Chen Yi’s face. Nai said, "I will definitely report to the priest and the Senate as soon as possible. Finally, can you go to Malacheng for further discussion?"