The situation for players is just the opposite. Few players really care about NPCs. Even the legendary highest NPC, the Duke of Normandy, doesn't have much respect and only uses other NPCs.

The system shows its harshness towards tourists at every turn, causing widespread criticism from tourists regardless of nationality.

Anderson's workplace is nearby, which happens to be the same destination as the pair of aboriginal NPCs, an inn.

When we arrived, the player boss Wilson was busy settling down the aboriginal NPCs, and was especially careful with the NPC clergy for fear of offending them.

"Anderson, quickly, go to the kitchen to help."

"Okay, boss!"

Players and tourists can visit NPC shops, and NPCs can naturally take care of their business. This group of aboriginal NPCs is sent to the public server from nearby settlements. There are many such settlements in the territory of the national server, and there are often

Anderson was not surprised to encounter such a migratory team.

Several tourist colleagues were already busy beside the stove in the kitchen. Anderson, under the instruction of the squad leader, picked up a heavy wooden barrel and put it on the cart outside the kitchen.

With more than a dozen wooden barrels piled high, he set out with an assistant, creaking along the narrow path towards the city wall not far away.

"Hey Anderson, are you a little late today?"

The NPC guard on the city wall greeted him from a distance. Anderson quickly stopped the cart, smiled and bowed slightly to the NPC on the city wall, "I'm quite busy today, Master William!"

City guard William nodded and waved for him to pass.

As a tourist, you must not offend such a famous and intelligent NPC. The opponent is also the captain of the city guard, and there are many ways to make things difficult for him.

In the rules of the system, tourists are just civilians, and their 'status' is far lower than that of the other party. This is the system's narrative, and it is best to integrate and abide by it, otherwise he will be the one who suffers.

It's fucked up to say the least. Players can easily improve their status through meritorious deeds, and can be ranked above intelligent NPCs through the mission and reputation system. Visitors can only change their 'origins' through donations, and huge donations, otherwise they will never change their 'origins'.

It's a head lower than them, but at this stage, there are tourists who spend huge sums of money on these 'insignificant' details.

In the small river outside the city, Anderson struggled to fetch a bucket of water. He lost his balance and almost fell into the river.

Not far away, two goblins wandered over. Perhaps seeing that these two humans were easier to move, they rushed over waving their ridiculous sticks.

Two thick crossbow arrows were fired from the wall behind him, scaring the goblins away.

"I really wish I was a player too!" said a fellow tourist who was traveling with me.

Yes, if you are a player, this is money and experience delivered to your door.

There was a shortage of monsters in the national server, so these two blind goblins were quickly picked up by players passing by. Seeing the players skinning and cramping the goblins and using them without any waste, Anderson was very envious.

"There are more and more monsters in the national server." Anderson heard a passing player say.

"I heard it was exchanged with the system?"

"It's still not enough. We shouldn't have opened the server in a place like this in the first place. We could only become bandits..."

"Shh~, don't talk nonsense."

"What are you afraid of? You're just a tourist...after level 20, you can only go to the Chinese national server to work?"

"Chinese players are not easy to mess with."

"Otherwise, go to the public server. The national server has no resources."

"Let's take a look again."

"By the way, has your relocation order been issued?"

"Well, I am the day after tomorrow, and the whole family will move here together."

After fetching water and pushing the heavy cart, Anderson and his companions followed the group of players and staggered into the city gate.

"The weather will be nice tomorrow, right?"

William, the city guard, was in a good mood and shouted to the people below the city.

"Boss William, do you have a mission?"

The players from the returning team took advantage of every opportunity to ask questions.

Behind him, Anderson struggled to push the water cart. Because the player blocked the way, he had to stop and wait.

The sun sets in the west, and under the red-burnt clouds all over the sky, it looks like a rich oil painting.

Will the weather be nice tomorrow?

Maybe!
Chapter completed!