"It's been three months since I've been here, and it's the first time I've fought with locals." The man in the cloak was not panicked at all, but felt a little regretful, and clenched his fists: "It's just that I'm a little weak. Can you find some stronger opponents for me? I'm not satisfied with you."

"Hao your mother!" Bablu and several companions started to attack at the same time. Several knives about feet long, carrying cold light, stabbed them from all directions like thunder, but the next second, they lost their target.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang ~~~~~

The expected war did not happen, and almost no one saw the movements of the cloaked man clearly. Several huge black shadows were knocked away, as if only a few light punches were made, these ruffians who were dominant in the oasis had already flew out far away.

The cape man obviously showed mercy, but his arms and legs were broken. Perhaps because he felt the huge gap in strength, Bablu didn't even dare to let go of a fart this time, and stumbled and supported each other with a few companions and left quickly.

The owner of the shop next to him looked at the broken tables and chairs around him with great distress. Some people who had been bullied by Bablu couldn't help but remind him, "Outsiders, hurry up and leave. If you hit that nephew of Lord Vazina, you will definitely bring the guards to cause trouble for you later!"

The cape man smiled and lifted the cape on his head: "Is that so? Then it seems that there is a good fight to fight."

Seeing the face originally hidden in the cloak, the people around him were stunned. This was a young man who looked very sunny and handsome, but most importantly, he had a yellow skin that made these black people extremely envious!

Yellow skin...

In the Tutankhamun Empire, most of them were black people, and of course some white people. Yellow-skinned people had basically disappeared during the dark period. With the cooperation with the Federation, yellow-skinned people gradually appeared. They were definitely the least unwilling existence of all black people to provoke. They must be some young master or noble master from the Free Federation!

Unlike the powerful Caesar, the Tutankhamun Empire has always been defined as subordinate. On the one hand, it is because it is relatively close to the Free Federation, and the large amount of import and export trade has long caused the empire to have a psychological and practical need for dependence.

At the same time, they were also more frightened by the powerful force of the Federation, and were salivating about the colorful world and abundant supplies of the Free Federation. When the upper class of the Empire was obsessed with these things, the ambitions that had once been founded began to gradually disappear.

Therefore, the diplomatic relations between the two sides are very close. The Tutankhamun Empire almost completely acted like a slave. While asking for some materials and private benefits from the Federation, it almost obeys all the requirements of the Federation, and it is even more pleasing to the visitors of the Free Federation like a Bodhisattva. Even the most ordinary civilian of the Free Federation, as long as he comes to the Tutankhamun Empire, he will have an unimaginable social status and security almost immediately. Any local who dares to take the initiative to provoke these yellow-skinned distinguished guests in the Federation will definitely be chased by the imperial guards until they die!

Therefore, the Federation is also willing to send some excellent elite talents here for training. After all, in the desert of the Tutankhamun Empire, the species, number and even degree of evolution of mutant beasts are far higher than the wilderness of the Federation, and are more valuable for training. Moreover, in major cities of the empire, as long as these elites who come to experience pay a little price, the local government will give great support and provide extremely cost-effectiveness.

Molden Porter, this time, came to the Tutankhamun Empire to experience it. I heard that there are many geeks here and their combat effectiveness is even more amazing. This is simply the fighting holy place that Molden, who comes from an empty-handed fighting family like Porter, is the most desirable fighting holy place.

Unfortunately, I have been here for three months. Apart from being in the wild and mutant hands, I haven't met a black man who dared to punch him. The yellow skin of the Federation in the Empire made him completely useless. He didn't even take action and greeted him with a smile. There was always laughter within 30 square meters. He couldn't punch someone else, which made his hands itchy. As a result, he thought of getting a cloak to put on himself yesterday. It happened today.

The shop owner was even more in tears. He wanted to pull the other party to compensate the broken tables, chairs and benches in the shop, but when he saw that it was yellow, he became timid first.

Unexpectedly, Molden threw a gold coin to the shop owner: "Accompany your losses in the shop!"

The rune gold coins that reflect the sunlight look particularly eye-catching, and countless people around them have a shiny envious look.

You should know that most of the high-end daily necessities, weapons and resources of the entire empire come from the Federation. If you want to buy these scarce materials from the federal merchants, unless you exchange them with something that is very valuable or even several times the value of the transaction, you can only buy them with federal gold coins. The paper money of the Tutankhamun Empire? The merchants in the Federation do not recognize them at all!

This is also the strategy of the federal government to gradually control Tutankhamun, monetary policy, and a trick that was popular in the old era. It is also useful in this era, especially since this gold coin has rune-shaped technology, which adds a high-end and fashionable feeling.

This is absolutely hard currency in Tutankhamun, and it is also highly scarce. Such a small piece of gold is probably enough to buy ten such small shops. What is worthless can be used to make the imperial and form a federal strategy.

There were more people watching around, chattering and talking nonstop, while Molden looked at the little bald head with the coffin on the other side with interest.

From the moment this guy entered the door, he had a little apology from the beginning to the present, whether he was facing the provocation of the Scar Man or later taking action. If he hadn't known that there were no Buddhists in Tutankhamun, he would have thought that this little bald man was a monk.

The coffin behind him was a bit weird. No matter how old it was, it was weird to carry such a thing on his back. But Molden didn't care too much, it was just a little luster. He was not Tutankhamun's native bun.

The little bald man looked at Molden and bowed to thank him. Molden walked over and greeted him with a smile: "Hi, little brother, can you drink? I'll treat you."

The little bald man shook his head: "I can't drink, just give me some water and dry food."

"Then some camel meat, that thing is so unpalatable." Molden did not hide his contempt. This ghost place was so speechless. It was not good for the federal strategy to be too successful.

The little bald man shook his head embarrassedly, "I don't eat meat."

"It's cool friend," Molden was a familiar person. "By the way, are you tired of carrying such a big thing in the desert?"
Chapter completed!