My Player 2

Chapter 252: Treeman's Work

The sun is about to set.

Logically speaking, without the warm sunshine, the tree people would sleep until dawn.

But for the tree man Gerald, his day's work has just begun.

Leaving the gang's sunbathing area, putting on a baggy suit specially tailored for tree people, tree man Gerald put on sunglasses and got into his old car.

6pm is the time when traffic jams occur.

The tree man Gerald placed the branch on the car window and looked at the long queue of cars ahead. He was not in a hurry and leisurely tended to the branch.

It doesn't start work until 8 o'clock in the evening, so there is still plenty of time.

A number of hovercrafts flew across the sky, and the blue trails of their suspension magic drew blue lines in the air.

Gerald the Treeman was not envious.

Although the traffic is not as congested as on the ground, the speed of the hovercraft is strictly limited during peak hours.

After all, none of them is as convenient as a portal.

Ever since he went to the divine realm and served the mother tree for a day, the tree man Gerald could not forget the way the aliens traveled.

In order to shorten the time on the road, those people from other worlds are crazy and don't care about the word "cost-effectiveness" at all.

Expensive magic cables were laid as soon as possible, teleportation portals that consumed magic crystals were always open, each person was equipped with a set of exoskeleton mecha for traveling, and even teleportation nodes were placed in the wild.

It is said that the daily consumption of magic crystals there is an astronomical figure.

In order to cater to the needs of people from other worlds, several large companies have announced that they have begun researching the technology of "artificial magic crystals".

It would be great if it could succeed.

Then you won’t have to drive to work anymore, you can just sit through the portal and get there in a few seconds.

At half past seven, the tree man Gerald parked the car and walked into the Desert Inn bar.

This old-fashioned pub is owned by the Godriff Gang, and as a member of the gang, his job is to look after the place.

After touching the branches with the tree man who was taking over the shift, the tree man Gerald walked to the center of the bar, took root in the soil of the small green belt, closed his eyes, and turned into a "green plant" in the pub.

On the surface, it was dormant, but the submachine gun hidden in the suit jacket was not even turned off.

If an unexpected situation occurs, it can empty the magazine in seconds.

In the past, there were constant conflicts between gangs, and there were many fights for territory.

Even though this unprofitable bar is shot several times every year.

But now, the 'Godref Gang', which has relied on the support of the aliens, has rarely encountered trouble.

All the gangs that sold drugs and sex were cleansed out by the aliens. Even the bigwigs behind them were not spared. Many famous gangs were eliminated overnight.

It is said that those aliens cleared out the gangs not to seize the gangs' territories, nor for a so-called sense of justice.

They came here just to kill people.

As a member of the 'Godriff Gang', the tree man Gerald knew.

The rumors were right.

In any case, Iron Wall City is peaceful now. Those aliens may have bad intentions, but the new order they inadvertently created is indeed ten thousand times better than before.

Amid the soothing jazz music, the pub's regulars arrived one by one.

Rabbit people, bee people, orcs...

The customers who come here are all "vulnerable races" who huddle together for warmth.

Their population is small, and they are not the widely discriminated beastmen, but they can be seen at a glance that they are very different from "humans".

They are not like the "dragon people" who are born as extraordinary races, nor are they like the "elves" who have no worries about food and drink just by relying on their looks.

Most positions will not accept them, and they can only do dirty and tiring hard labor. Even if they get an enviable job through personal efforts, they still have an invisible ceiling for promotion.

What's worse is that, for various reasons, these races cannot reproduce a large number of people, and the extremely small number of compatriots means that they have no say at all.

Even the widely discriminated beastmen have fought for their own city and have relocated there on a large scale.

To put it bluntly, they are too weak and don't even deserve to be discriminated against.

The tree man Gerald felt quite sympathetic towards them.

If the tree people had not had a legendary elder brother thousands of years ago who formed the 'Godriff Gang', they would probably be the same as these races.

After a day of clearing silt in the sewers, he would probably drag his tired body to the bar, order the cheapest light beer, and whistle at the androgynous orc dancer.

"Is this the treasure shop you mentioned?"

It's a strange voice.

The tree man Gerald opened his eyes and looked at the two people who had just walked into the store.

An elf who is so handsome that it makes people feel sick, and a hairy minotaur.

As soon as they entered the room, they were immediately met with hostility from the customers in the store.

Mainly for elves.

These guys are rare in number and are not a naturally extraordinary race, but they are very popular in human society because of their handsome looks and long lifespans.

The matriarchs of some large families are elves who have lived for who knows how many years.

One of those female elves can give birth to several generations of people for some human families.

The thought of an old woman who is hundreds of years old attacking half-elves who are only in their twenties or thirties and are most likely blood relatives to her would make everyone feel disgusted.

These shameless guys still have the nerve to call themselves "noble and elegant".

Only short-lived humans don't care.

"Ni Furui" found a seat and sat down, and found that he was inexplicably being treated with hostility.

He looked at "You're lucky" for help.

But the pervert didn't even look at him, instead he was scanning the patrons in the pub.

There are a lot of genuine Fortunes here!
Although there are many types of beastmen, only their heads are orcish, while their bodies are still the same as humans.

Damn it, those guys simply insulted Fury’s history of who knows how many years, no wonder they are discriminated against by the whole society!
But the humanoids in this tavern were all covered with hairy skin, from their necks under their collars to their chests covered by their clothes.

Ohhh! This is what I want!
The two Fury fans had green eyes, which made several regular customers tremble.

The tree man Gerald stared at them and was about to ask them to leave.

But looking at the temperament of the two, they were very similar to those lawless aliens, so it closed its eyes again.

Although the tree people have the support of the "Golden Wind Gang" and have a lot of face among the people from other worlds, these two have not caused any trouble yet, so it is better not to make trouble for now.

After finishing tonight's work, he would be able to return to the divine realm and stay with the mother tree for a day.

The tree man Gerald couldn't help but hum when he thought that by this time tomorrow, he would be serving the mother tree, watching the mother tree happily exuding the breath of life and taking care of the various plants in the garden.

Antonio, the old tree man, was on the right side.

You know, at the beginning, because of the old tree man Antonio's attitude towards aliens, the young and strong members of the gang almost rebelled, but they were all suppressed by the old tree man.

Now that the mother tree has returned, those tree people who previously opposed it have been punished and are not allowed to return to the mother tree.

Such punishment is somewhat cruel.

But thanks to them, low-level gang members like me can also spend one day a week with the mother tree.

(End of this chapter)