Chapter 542 I Don’t Want to Be a City Lord, I Just Want to Be a Flower Farmer
Because the Bureau of Confession was to be established, a foggy clearing appeared in every city.
The people in the original global village were used to it, but the people in the other three cities were like they had seen a ghost.
Especially the Molan City, which had the tightest defense and the strongest control over the city, was discovered by the patrolling guards almost as soon as this strange fog appeared, and then quickly reported.
The mayor of Molan City, oh no, it should be the former mayor, was sitting on a chair at this moment, with his eyes lowered, listening silently to the serious and old-fashioned young man in front of him who was spouting foul language.
"I'm talking, can you hear me, Hailang? Are you dozing off again?"
Lin Zhengyang angrily picked up a piece of candy next to him and threw it at the person who was hiding behind with his head buried.
"Ah, ah, who, I'm not sleepy, I'm not asleep." Hai Lang sat up in shock from his dying illness, turned his head and looked around, wiped his saliva with his hand in the blink of an eye, then lowered his head to look at the familiar candy that fell at his feet, bent down and picked it up with a look of heartache.
He frowned in pain, his youthful face creased, his eyes blaming the person who threw the candy. "Brother Zheng, don't take it out on me. This is the Danmu Fruit Hard Candy I brought back from Global Village. It's the latest product. It's refreshing and helps you feel fuller. And most importantly, it's delicious. It's even better than the Danmu Fruit Soft Candy. It's a bestseller. I even ordered it two days in advance."
"." Lin Zhengyang was so angry at this kid who was out of his element that veins on his forehead were throbbing. After Pei Yu left, Hai Lang became even more irritating every time he went out. Was he talking about the candy now?
Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned his head away from the irritating boy, and stared at the even more irritating city lord. "General, don't think that just shutting up will let this go. You must express your stance on the matter of joining the Global Village. Countless citizens also want to hear your explanation."
Mo Xie raised his eyes, a helpless look on his cold and handsome face. "Zhengyang, haven't I told you about the Global Village? It's a great place. I originally came back to take you to move the city, but since the Global Village has included the entire Exile Star, isn't it better not to move the city now?"
"Bullshit." Lin Zhengyang, disregarding his refined and serious image, couldn't help but curse out loud, and then added angrily, "I think you just want to be lazy and not be the city lord. You used to be out and about every other day, abandoning the affairs of Molan City, which was fine, but now you actually gave Molan City away without even saying a word. This is too, too outrageous. At least you should have discussed it in advance. Now everyone in the city is almost in chaos."
Mo Xie, who really doesn't want to be a city lord and only wants to be a flower farmer:
"Ahem," he coughed lightly and said seriously, "Don't worry, Zhengyang. I believe the citizens will soon understand and will be very excited. The Global Village not only has plenty of food and resources, but also many rare items that enhance strength."
Lin Zhengyang subconsciously recalled the flattering words that Pei Yu often sent to the global village. Regardless of whether the truthfulness was exaggerated or not, the fact that there was no shortage of food was very attractive to him.
After all, the thing that is most lacking and most needed on this exile planet is food.
Mo Xie looked at his expression and added, "And there's a teleportation array in the Global Village. We can leave the Exile Planet and return to the Empire."
This sentence directly knocked out Lin Zhengyang's last hesitation.
Nothing could be more important than someone who has enjoyed freedom but has to be confined to a planet and cares about being able to get out.
What's more, unlike Mo Xie and other lonely people, Lin Zhengyang still has relatives in the empire. He has parents who are looking forward to him and thinking about him, and a fiancée who is stubbornly refusing to cancel the engagement.
In recent years, in order to stop her from thinking about him, Lin Zhengyang has had less and less contact with the empire.
Although he was reluctant, he really couldn't bear to see that good girl waiting for him. She even mentioned that she wanted to come to this exile planet to reunite with him. How could Lin Zhengyang bear it?
His fiancée was a pampered noble lady, so how could she endure the poverty and hardship of life on the exile planet?
Seeing Lin Zhengyang's eyes getting brighter and brighter, Mo Xie curled his lips, feeling very satisfied. Then he stood up and ordered, "Zhengyang, since there is no problem, arrange for people to leave the city and come back in in an orderly manner, and log in to the Global Village as soon as possible."
"The sea monsters in that ocean will only drop treasure chests after they become residents of the Global Village. Otherwise, our efforts will be in vain and we won't get any benefits. We can only catch small fish and shrimp."
"As for the citizens, you can just issue a notice explaining the situation clearly. We won't have to bear the responsibility of protecting them anymore. I think many of our brothers in the army want to return to the empire. Keeping Molan City here will only be a burden."
Having said that, a hint of cold sarcasm flashed in Mo Xie's eyes.
Since he built Molan City, there were not only his Mohist Army in the city, but also many natives and other exiles who came to join him year after year.
These people used to be comfortable and obedient, but they have become increasingly restless recently. When he returned to the city before, he even encountered people who spoke ill of Zhengyang. Humph, their Mohist Army has the obligation and responsibility to protect Molan City, but they have no such responsibility and obligation to those who voluntarily surrendered to Molan City but did not make any contribution.
Providing them with a safe place to live is already very good, but these people take this protection for granted and even go so far as to ask the Mohist army to escort them out hunting. Haha, who gave them the face?
In other words, Zhengyang is a person with a strong sense of responsibility. He can't bear to see them suffer, and he has taken great pains to formulate relevant systems to take care of the weak. As a result, he has made them become pretentious.
Alas! Zhengyang looks serious on the outside, but his heart is softer than anyone else.
Sure enough, after hearing his words, Lin Zhengyang was still hesitant and reluctant to let go, like an old father who still thinks about his children no matter how bad they are.
But after hearing what Mo Xie said, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and nod, choosing to let go.
After all, he couldn't delay his brothers because of his own worries. Compared with these city residents, he still preferred the Mohist Army, which was closer to him.
Like him, many of them still have relatives in the empire. If they knew they could return to the empire, they would probably be eager to do so.
So in the end, Lin Zhengyang chose to let it go. He nodded and said with the swift execution of an adjutant, "Okay, then do as the general wishes. I'll go issue a notice right away."
(End of this chapter)
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