Gamers Are Fierce

The players were mixed among the excited villagers of Hamelin. Now that they knew the fairy tale prototype of this incident, they began to guess what the Pied Piper would become in this world full of PC atmosphere.

Soon, the mayor led everyone to their destination.

It was a carriage placed on the open ground. The wooden carriage was huge and spacious. The carriage was carved with fine decorative patterns. There was an iron lantern on each of the four corners. Under the carriage windows, there were also hanging A sign that says "Exterminator Pioneer".

The mayor coughed to hide his nervousness.

Under the comments of all the townspeople, he stepped forward and hammered the carriage windows several times, "Hello!"

There was only a faint snoring sound in the carriage for a long time without any response.

The mayor leaned half of his body on the carriage, slammed the window a few times, turned his head to the side and shouted, "Is anyone there?"

The snoring in the carriage stopped abruptly, and after a screaming sound, a middle-aged man dressed in colorful clothes and long hair with a cape got out of it.

Wearing jeans and a loose shirt, this middle-aged man has a thin face, his eyes are dumbfounded, he has two thick dark circles under his eyes, and he looks like a hippie.

Pied Piper?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows. The hippie was neither wearing a fancy dress nor a flute. Considering that this is a world that has been modified by magic, this kind of deviation in details can be ignored.

"Aha, the mayor, what can I do for you?" The drunken middle-aged hippie leaned his whole body on the carriage, spread his hands, and asked lazily.

The mayor leaned back a little later, avoiding the horrible alcohol, "I want to discuss with you what you have suggested to me before."

The hippie shrugged indifferently. "Are you talking about driving out of Hamelin, my dear, the black people who came here?"

As soon as this statement came out, many well-dressed townspeople opened their eyes wide and took a breath, and many ladies covered their mouths with an incredible appearance that was strongly frightened.

"Please go! I mean please go!"

The mayor hurriedly corrected: "Ahem, the conditions in Hamelin are too bad for our dear African brothers and sisters to live a better life. Didn't you come to my office to suggest that you can bring them there? In other big cities..."

"100 gold coins." The hippie interrupted: "You give me 100 roun gold coins, and I will help you solve this problem."

"what?!"

The mayor was shocked and angry, "You said before that it only costs 70 gold coins."

"Didn't you refuse me?" The hippie waved lazily, which was really awkward. "Hurry up and decide. I will leave this town in the evening and go to the big city to attend the music festival there. ."

The mayor clenched his fist, scanned the townspeople around, and finally gritted his teeth and said to the hippies: "Okay, this money comes from the municipal fund where citizens pay taxes. I think the townspeople should agree?"

Gentlemen and ladies either look to the sky or the ground, no one says anything.

The hippies ignored the group of townspeople and simply returned to the carriage neatly, taking out a few items from it and hanging them on their bodies.

Those items were a watermelon, a bottle of grape soda, a piece of fried chicken, and a small djembe pinned to the waist.

"?!"

When Li Ang saw these things, it took quite a lot of effort to stop laughing, and he frantically complained in his heart: "This is too **** correct."

John Joyce and Julia are also embarrassed. Watermelon, grape soda, and fried chicken were once the food of African American slaves during the plantation period. They all had a strong sense of racial discrimination in the United States.

Any act of giving watermelon to black people will be considered racial discrimination.

The black old man Bob has no expression on his face, but from the fists he clenched fiercely (the players put away their weapons after entering the town), it can be seen that he is suppressing his anger.

Bob uses some equipment and props that can weaken his sense of existence, so as long as he doesn't make special actions, he won't be noticed by the surrounding townspeople.

Surrounded by a group of townspeople, the hippies came to the opera street where the African-American residents gathered.

There were no pedestrians on the originally prosperous streets. Colorful graffiti was sprayed on the walls of the buildings on both sides, and a group of dark-skinned children were kicking **** in the middle of the road.

"Pong Pong Pong!"

The hippies rang the African drums on their waists, and sang songs with ups and downs and strange melody in an unknown language to the rhythm.

The African-American child who was kicking the ball attentively stopped in an instant and looked at it blankly.

While singing, the hippie shook the watermelon tied around his waist, the glass bottle of grape soda, and occasionally took a bite of fried chicken.

Everyone was watching him curiously. The inexplicable movements of the hippies seemed to possess some kind of magical power, and they summoned the dark-skinned residents who hid in the houses and alleys.

The African-American residents, or opened the window, leaned against the window and looked down,

Or walk out of the alley, leaning against the wall and watching the hippies.

The hippie sang the ballad louder and louder, and walked forward slowly, out of the black colony.

But no one stepped out to keep up with him.

Seeing that he was about to step out of the street, the hippies reluctantly turned back and beat the drums harder. However, the dark-skinned residents just watched him with a look of monkey play.

The hippie stopped in despair, and ran to the mayor's group gathered at the end of the street.

"what happened?!"

The mayor said anxiously and angrily: "Didn't you say that you can succeed?"

"Can this be blamed on me?" The hippie also angrily said: "I have helped other towns to expel homeless people, hippies, football hooligans, and smugglers countless times before. Every time I can succeed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this time, it is all because of you. It’s so good to treat these African-American residents by making their own deaths. The arrangements for food, clothing, housing and transportation for them are too appropriate.

So much that they didn't respond to my ‘Hometown Calling Art’.

This is entirely your own responsibility. "

After all, the hippie stared at the mayor with a sullen face, "I didn't succeed this time, but for the sake of my hard work, just give me 10 gold coins."

The mayor grinned with anger, "Do you still want money without success? How far can you go!"

"This is not something I didn't succeed," the hippie argued: "These African-American residents have already settled here, let alone me, even if the queen is here, it is impossible to let them move."

"Not always!"

A voice interrupted the quarrel.

All the townspeople turned their heads together and looked at Li Ang who had just spoken.