The face of the person in the mist was hideous and strange, but to Lu Ban, it gave him a sense of security.

Old friend.

It seems that Fog City Man is not the same as his colleague Four Eyes. Even though the whole world is occupied and destroyed by the foreign gods, they can still walk to every corner of the foreign land and complete their tasks.

The faces were distorted and surrounded the members of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood like guardian spirits.

For ordinary people, the smoke is so thin that they cannot detect it at all, nor will they notice it. Without corresponding knowledge about foreign lands and experience of direct contact with the people of the foggy city, they would never imagine that this is actually a person.

"It seems that the people of Fog City support the Yellow Sand Brotherhood. They want to make this place lose the motivation to explore, and let other city-states gradually dismember this city."

Lu Ban closed the illusory book and muttered to himself.

Ke Cheng came back to his senses. He listened to Lu Ban's words and had no idea what was going on.

"Hmm? If the Fog City people were behind this, then why couldn't the rules of Utopia detect this?"

Lu Ban thought of this again.

The people of Fog City are obviously not in the same camp as those of the Wasteland, or in other words, the gods behind them are not the same gods as Silence. The people of Fog City will definitely not get any tasks like making Utopia great again, or leading the hardworking and brave Utopian people to common prosperity.

In all likelihood, his mission is to bring destruction to the utopia.

So, why didn't the Huangsha Brotherhood be sanctioned when the people of Fog City intervened?

Are these people in Fog City really so patient?

Thinking of this, Lu Ban felt that he needed to go and see the situation of the Huangsha Brotherhood.

But according to the rules of Utopia, peeping at others is definitely illegal. If he wants to sneak into the residence of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood and investigate the behavior of the people in the Fog City, he will definitely be sanctioned.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Ban quickly came up with a plan.

"What are you going to do?"

Feng Yu glanced at Bao Bao and then looked at Lu Ban.

"Just go ask them."

Lu Ban answered immediately.

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Feng Yu didn't quite understand.

…

The next day.

The headquarters of the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sands in northern Utopia.

This is the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce. All traveling merchants certified by the Yellow Sand Brotherhood can be entertained here and receive introductions and some business assistance.

In the original rules of Utopia, everyone's private property is sacred and inviolable, but at the same time, individuals cannot occupy the means of production, etc. However, with the development of the city, various imbalances will always arise.

Powerful extraordinary people can obtain higher returns from exploration and production, while weak ordinary people can only pick up some leftovers. If these gains are forced to be equal, it will only weaken the desire of the strong to explore and ultimately lead to stagnation in development.

Therefore, as the utopia continued to develop, a special group of merchants gradually formed.

They relied on the initial exploration of the ruins to gain primitive accumulation, and then used their intelligence or some luck to earn a lot of wealth. However, they have no way to continue to create wealth with the existing wealth for the time being, because this is not allowed by the rules of utopia.

In fact, they do not have the right to hire others to produce. In Utopia, farmers who raise insects and produce food rely on the saints of Utopia, and the products of the old civilization need to be produced by the explorers of the academy. As for daily necessities, there is almost no demand for daily necessities due to the poor life. Most of them are agricultural products, which are derivatives of insects and have not yet developed to the level of handicrafts.

So although the merchants possessed huge wealth, their lives did not change drastically. It was not that they no longer needed to work, they just did not have to work in the fields. Basic barter and transaction settlement still took a lot of time, and some merchants even needed to travel to other city-states to trade.

Of course, in the long history, there were also merchants who chose to carry their property and directly flee Utopia to other city-states, but the journey was long, and in other city-states, these merchants were not protected by the laws and rules of Utopia. Those who were luckier could find a relatively peaceful city-state to settle down, while those who were unlucky would either lose their way in the sandstorm and become a treasure buried in the desert, or they would encounter robbers on the road and lose both their money and their lives. There were also some who, after going through untold hardships, were directly captured by the people of that city-state when they arrived at their destination, and all their property went into someone else's pockets.

It is for this reason that the merchants of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood want to obtain the status of saint and become the ruler of Utopia, so as to further consolidate their wealth status by interpreting the rules.

In the Huangsha Brotherhood's Chamber of Commerce headquarters, there was a woman sitting.

She looks to be over 30 years old, but still has charm and seductiveness.

In the wilderness where the average life expectancy is only in the twenties, such women are extremely rare.

This is not about looking old, but some kind of extraordinary power is showing its strength.

If you look closely, you will find that her clothes reveal a large area of ​​skin, and there is no crystal between her enchanting figure.

This is a saint.

The de facto leader of the Brotherhood of the Sands is a woman named Cleopatra, who inherited the name of the Queen.

The woman held a transparent glass in her hand, and in the glass was light red wine. This was not wine made from honey bugs, but wine brewed using the craftsmanship of ancient civilizations. Of course, the specific raw materials were still insects and some plants, but the taste was endless. After being chilled, it was even more intoxicating. It was Cleopatra's favorite drink.

Around her, there was a cloud of faint smoke. At first glance, this seemed like a very ordinary scene, but in the desert, smoke itself was extremely rare.

"I know what you want, don't play those tricks in front of me."

Cleopatra said, looking toward the cloud of smoke, her words only full of teasing.

"But you still accepted our help."

The cloud of smoke responded in a language that was not native to the wasteland, but its meaning was conveyed to Cleopatra's mind through some indescribable supernatural power.

"You should know that our most fundamental goal is to destroy this city, but you don't seem to care about that."

"Utopia will not be destroyed because of this. Your purpose has been empty from the beginning."

Cleopatra said, putting down her glass and looking towards the cloud of smoke.

"Thanks to Utopia, we can have these exchanges openly. You have your goals, and I have mine. As long as it allows me to inherit this city, I don't mind cooperating with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a voice coming from outside.

"Sir, there is a man who wants to see you. He says he is a representative from the academy."