Players mingled among the excited Hamelin Town villagers. Since they knew the prototype of the fairy tale of this incident, they began to guess what the flower-coated magic flute player would become in this world full of PC atmosphere.

Soon, the mayor led everyone to his destination.

It was a carriage placed on the open space. The wooden carriage was huge and quite spacious. The outside of the carriage was carved with fine decorative patterns. An iron lantern was hung in each of the four corners. Under the window of the carriage, there was a sign saying "Pioneer of the Insects".

The mayor coughed to hide his nervousness.

Under the notes of all the townsmen, he walked up and hammered the windows of the carriage a few times, "Hello!" ::

There was only a faint snoring in the carriage, and after a long time, there was no response.

The mayor leaned half of his body on the carriage, hammered the window a few more times, and yelled with his head tilted, "Is anyone here?"

The snoring in the car suddenly stopped. After a silence of sound, a middle-aged man wearing colorful clothes and long shawls came out from it.

The middle-aged man was wearing jeans and a loose shirt, with a thin face, his eyes were dazed and unconscious, with two thick dark circles hanging on him, and he looked like a hippie.

Flower-coat magic flute player?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and said that the hippie was neither wearing a flowery dress nor a flute. Considering that this was a world of magical modification, this deviation in detail could be ignored.

"Ah, Lord Mayor, is there anything I can do for you?" The middle-aged hippie, covered in alcohol, leaned her whole body against the carriage, spread her hands, and asked lazyly.

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

The hippies shrugged indifferently, "You mean to drive the black people who have traveled across the ocean out of Hamelin's town?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many well-dressed townspeople opened their eyes wide and took a breath. Many ladies covered their mouths, looking incredible as they were strongly frightened.

"Please leave! I mean, please leave!"

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

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

"What?!"

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

"Didn't you reject me?" The hippie waved her hand lazily. She felt extremely worthy of a beating. "Hurry up and decide, I'll leave this town and go to the big city to attend the music festival there by night."

The mayor clenched his fists and glanced at the townspeople. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said to the hippies: "Okay, this money comes from the municipal fund for citizens to pay taxes. I think all townspeople should agree?"

Gentlemen and ladies either look at the sky or the earth, but no one makes a statement.

The hippies ignored the townsmen and simply returned to the carriage, took out a few items from them and hung them on them.

Those things are a watermelon, a bottle of grape soda, a piece of fried chicken, and a small African drum that is placed on the waist.

“?!”

When Li Ang saw these things, he took a lot of effort to stop laughing, and complained wildly in his heart: "This is so fucking incorrect."

John Joyce and Julia were also embarrassed. Watermelon, grape soda and fried chicken were once the food of African American slaves during the plantation period, and they all had strong racial discrimination in America.

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

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

Bob used some kind of equipment prop that could weaken his presence, so as long as he did not make special moves, he would not be noticed by the surrounding townsmen.

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

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

"Pongpong!"

The hippies sang ballads with ups and downs and strange melodies in unknown languages.

The African-American child who was playing the ball attentively stopped moving and looked over in a daze.

While singing, the hippies shook the watermelon tied around their waists, grape soda in glass bottles, and occasionally picked up the fried chicken and ate it.

Everyone looked at him curiously, and the inexplicable movements of the hippies seemed to possess some magic, summoning the dark-skinned residents hiding deep in the houses and alleys.

African residents, either pushing open the window and leaning against the window and looking down.

Or walk out of the alley and lean against the wall and look at the hippies.

The hippies sang songs louder and walked slowly forward, leaving the black settlement,

But no one came out and followed his footsteps.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the street, the hippies turned back with some reluctance and beat the drum even harder. However, the dark-skinned residents were just watching him with a monkey show.

The hippies stopped dejectedly and ran to the mayor who gathered at the end of the street.

"What's going on?!"

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

"Can I blame me?" The hippie also angrily said: "I have helped other towns to drive homeless people, hippie, football hooligan, stowaway, and every time I succeed. Computer terminal::/

This time, it is entirely because you are trying to die yourself. It is really good to treat these African residents. They have arranged their food, clothing, housing and transportation too well.

So much so that they had no response to my "Hometown Calling Technique".

This is your own responsibility.”

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

The mayor was so angry that he laughed, "I still want money if I haven't succeeded? How far is it going to go!"

"This is not something I did not succeed," the hippies defended. "These African-American residents have settled here. Not to mention me, even if the queen comes, it is impossible for them to move."

"That's not necessarily!"

A voice interrupted the quarrel.
Chapter completed!