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"How annoying!" Yarman shook his soaking wet mage robe. A flash of magical light appeared on his staff, and instantly a large puff of steam rose from his body, drying his clothes in an instant.

"However, the water in this lake is really clear!" Yarman looked at the crystal-clear lake behind him, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes. He had never seen such clear lake water before, like a sapphire inlaid on the earth, clear and transparent.

Taking out a pre-prepared spatial magic circle from his pocket, Yarman cast a levitation spell on the circle, sending it all the way to the center of the great lake. He then controlled the huge blueprint inscribed with the magic circle to slowly sink into the lake, finally reaching the bottom. The blueprint disappeared the moment it touched the bottom.

A massive magic circle, seemingly naturally existing at the bottom of a lake, suddenly appeared, and the surrounding water appeared to have found a lower place, rushing towards the magic circle at high speed.

"Alright, let's go." Yarman put away his staff and walked towards the city not far away.

The city of Siesta is very unique. I wonder if their boss, Herman, studied some feng shui knowledge in Yan Country. The location chosen for the city is truly nestled against the mountains and beside the water. In front of it is the inland sea connected to the sea at its bottom, and next to it is a volcano filled with obsidian.

In Terra, where no one has ever seen the sea, the city, which isn't even a mobile city, has been transformed into a tourist hotspot by promoting the ocean and music. It's making a fortune from tourists all over the world and is actually doing quite well. It's just that I heard there's been a little trouble lately.

There seem to be some signs of activity on the mountain they live on, and their big boss, Herman, seems to care about the infected and has provided them with medical care. The construction of the mobile city is also in the works, and the contractor for the construction of the mobile city seems to be a company from Colombia.

This company appears to have deep ties with the Colombian authorities. It operates within a revolving door system, housing a large number of vulnerable groups such as retired Colombian congressmen, retired civil servants, retired ministers, and retired government scientists, providing ample opportunities and generous benefits for the elderly to re-enter the workforce.

According to Yarman's meager memories, Mr. Herman eventually embraced Colombia and became a member of the Colombian federal city.

"But to be honest, there are fewer and fewer independent city-states on Terra. A dozen years ago there were so many, but now they've all become countries or federations," Yarman sighed.

As he strolled along, admiring the scenery, Yarman slowly arrived at the gate of Siesta. Looking at the bustling crowd around him, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. It wasn't tourist season, so why were there so many people?

After carefully observing the tourists, Yarman confirmed that they were all wealthy and leisurely gentlemen from various countries, many of whom were from Victoria and Colombia. He wondered if these two countries had given preferential treatment to Siesta in terms of tourism resources.

After passing through the crowd, Yarman walked into the city. As a famous tourist city, Siesta was indeed very well-built. The surrounding buildings were constructed in the style of a resort, clearly planned rather than built randomly.

Passing by the crowd of shoppers, Yarman headed straight for the city hall in the center of the city. Soon, he arrived at the city hall and entered the first floor, which was open to the public. Yarman then went to the staircase.

"Sir, this area is not open to tourists. Please leave."

Seeing the guards blocking his way, Yarman shook his head. "I'm not a tourist. I've come specifically to see Lord Herman. Could you please ask him for me?"

"What is your name?"

“Me? My name is Yarman Muller.”

“Yes, Mr. Muller.”

As one of the guards left, Yarman stood motionless, waiting, and his presence attracted the curious glances of many tourists.

Soon, a Liberian came down from upstairs. He was a thin man wearing glasses and white clothes, with a very warm smile on his face, but he looked a bit sinister.

Seeing Yarman standing below, he warmly greeted him, extending his hand to shake his hand and saying, "Lord Yarman, welcome to Siesta. My name is Kronin, and Lord Herman is already waiting for you up there!"

“Okay.” Yarman nodded calmly and followed Kronin upstairs.

Soon, he saw the city lord of Herman, a very powerful-looking man whose full head of pink hair did not diminish his majesty. Compared to Wei Yanwu's style of dress, this man's style of dress was very simple, consisting of a simple dark gray suit and a dark gray overcoat.

Yarman sat down in the chair that Kronin had pulled out, and looked at the silent Herman. "Lord Herman, I would like to purchase some clean water from you."

“Of course.” Herman immediately agreed, and looked at Yarman and said, “Lord Yarman, I can provide you with water for free, but I hope to reach some cooperation with Canaan.”

Um?what's the situation?

Yarman pondered for a moment, "What kind of cooperation do you hope to achieve? Let me make it clear to you in advance: Canaan is still under construction, so you may not find what you are looking for."

"We hope to establish ourselves in your mobile city and conduct business activities. At the same time, we are willing to provide a certain amount of investment for your city's development," Herman said, looking at Yarman. He had actually been thinking for a long time about what else Siesta could do besides tourism.

The water in the great lake is naturally a huge treasure, but he can't convert it into cash. There are few people on this route from Minos to begin with, and those who do come do so to ensure a quick passage through such a long route, going straight to the border city of Rembiton without stopping in between!

Even if they wanted to sell water, no one would buy it. The Sargon rainforest was relatively close to them, and the surrounding Sargon people weren't particularly short of water, so they couldn't sell to them. Minos also had their own water source.

He could only watch helplessly as the gold mine stretched before his eyes, unable to eat even a single bite.

Now, the appearance of Canaan gave him a glimmer of hope. With a mobile city in the middle of the shipping route, perhaps this shipping route could be revitalized!

And they can sell their water somewhere, and maybe there are other businesses to do. Terra's only two major shipping lanes, how much money can be mined from them?

For this one hope, Hermann was willing to take the gamble.

Chapter 58: Too Many Newbies in the Wasteland

After hearing Herman's words, Yarman immediately understood what the other party meant. They simply wanted to take a share of the business along this shipping route because they coveted their geographical location.

However, he didn't mind. Such a large shipping route was definitely not something that Canaan alone could handle. If they wanted to make money steadily, this future great shipping route would definitely have to be divided up in segments.

Moreover... the rise of this sea route will definitely pose a challenge to Victoria and other countries that control the northern sea route of the continent. The revival of this sea route will certainly not be peaceful. Canaan cannot possibly withstand the offensive of the entire northern four kingdoms with just one city-state.

However, this matter is not urgent, and Yarman did not have the idea of ​​immediately replacing the northern route with this one. He planned to let things take their natural course. After all, this route was not a newly opened one and already had a certain number of users. After a while, land-based ships would definitely pass through it.

And since they happened to be on the shipping lane, the land-based ships would definitely pass by them.

“Sure, we don’t mind if you’re willing to join.” Herman readily agreed. If he wasn’t mistaken, Herman had already made contact with Colombia, and this news would definitely get through to Colombia, at which point Colombia would definitely get involved.

As a country that has only separated from Victoria for a few years, Colombia does not actually have much interest in Terra. Otherwise, it would not have gone to pursue any eastward expansion plans. In addition, due to Victoria, it has always been difficult for them to expand their business to the east of Terra.

After all, Victoria's location is just too good, right in the middle of the continent. It's just that in recent years, Victoria's internal power struggles have been too serious, which has weakened it. Otherwise, if Colombia wanted to expand eastward and westward, you would see how they would break its legs!

Although Colombia can now do business in the eastern part of the continent, the tolls for the northern shipping routes are incredibly high, turning various high-tech and high-value-added industries into manual labor.

If this shipping route becomes viable, Colombia will definitely abandon the previous one immediately. Moreover, in order to avoid being exploited by several countries like Victoria, it will definitely do everything in its power to protect this shipping route, and may even take the initiative to open it up.

As for the other countries along the route, Minos doesn't need to do any ideological work. They'd love for the waterway to open up. They're right at the starting point of the waterway, and even if they don't charge tolls, just collecting resupply fees and port fees for their land-based ships would be enough to feed their entire nation.

Lateran, it's still uncertain what this country wants, but Rembitox, which is a bit further away, would definitely be happy. The rabbit's home is freezing cold all year round, and they can only make money by exporting raw materials. If they can get a share of the pie in the shipping lanes, they would definitely be happy.

Heading further east, Yarman expects to arrive directly in Yan Kingdom. Syracuse is still in a state of chaos, with mafia everywhere. Few of the nations of Terra respect them, and they are not very willing to involve them in any major national projects. They are basically just living in their own little world.

On the Yan Kingdom side, the main figure is Wei Yanwu, an ambitious man who has always wanted to expand Longmen's influence to the western part of the continent. However, due to the covert actions of several countries in Letania, he has not succeeded. Now that he has such an opportunity, he will definitely not let it go.

Even if he lets it go, the merchants in Longmen will definitely not. Moreover, he has the Yan Kingdom behind him. How could he decide such a big matter by himself? In the end, it will still have to be submitted to the Yan Kingdom's court for discussion, and they will most likely agree in the end.

In this way, the entire waterway is completely connected. Once this thing is truly connected, it will be virtually impossible to interrupt the waterway.

At that time, Canaan, located in the center of the shipping lane, will be able to make money effortlessly. Even if land-based ships want to take a detour, have they asked him? He didn't say anything. If you land-based ships dare to take a detour, just wait to be stranded in the wasteland.

Seeing that Yarman immediately agreed, Herman was also stunned for a moment. He nodded, "Then it's decided. Within a week, the Siesta convoy will arrive in your mobile city."

“Okay, then let’s do it this way.” Yarman nodded, then stood up and walked towards the door. He didn’t intend to sign a contract. In this land, contracts were no different from waste paper and could be torn up at any time. It was better to reach a verbal agreement and then act according to the agreement later.

"Kronin, see Lord Yarman off."

"Yes, sir."

“No need, I’m leaving now.” Yarman took out his staff from his robes and tapped it lightly behind him amidst the shocked gazes of the two men. “Goodbye, Lord Herman.”

Watching Yarman disappear into thin air, the two exchanged a glance and remained silent.

"You can go out now, Kronin." Hermann ushered Kronin out of the office, then took out a high-powered walkie-talkie from the cabinet and made a call.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Hermann?"

"Yes, I have something to tell you..."

…………

Inside the tower.

Sitting in the lobby on the first floor, Yarman took out a bottle of chilled Redberg from the cabinet, carefully poured a small cup into a glass, and began to drink it slowly.

Thanks to the resolution of the energy issue, his cabinet is now electrified, and beer that was previously at room temperature can now be chilled.

"Ahhh, that feels so good!"

"Give me a drink too!"

"it is good!"

Yarman poured himself a full glass and placed it in front of Mostima, who had suddenly appeared. "Here you go, the beer you wanted, not the witchcraft-chilled kind."

Mostima finished his beer in one gulp, tossed the glass to Yarman, and plopped down on the sofa. "I'm exhausted. I finally got the management organization done."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work. How many people are there in Canaan now?"

“Over two million! I really don’t know why there are so many people. How can there be so many people in the wasteland? Have mobile cities become this cruel?” Mostima complained to Yarman while sitting on the sofa. “You can start preparing to build a new energy tower!”

"Oh? Why do you see it?"

"You wouldn't believe it, 98% of these Wastelanders are newbies who have only been Wastelanders for less than three months. They all came from mobile cities in various countries." Mostima shrugged, completely bewildered. "Is living in a mobile city worse than being dead?"

"Who knows?" Yarman shrugged. At least in his opinion, working to death in those sweatshops was worse than being dead; living was worse than being dead.

"By the way, the issue with Siesta has been resolved."

"So, how much does a ton of water cost?"

“They said they'd provide it to us for free and even invest in us, but we had to move in here. I agreed.” Yarman carefully put the cup down, turned to her, and asked, “What do you think?”

"They probably want to get involved in this shipping route."

"Fine, whatever. This is too much for our family to handle."

"That's what I think too."

Chapter 59: How to Rob a Land-Based Ship

three days later.

Sitting in his office, Yarman leisurely flipped through the book in his hand. His desk was empty, with practically nothing on it. The documents that had once filled his desk had all been pushed to his subordinates, namely the Canaan government that had just been established yesterday.

After friendly consultations with Mostima, the remaining leaders of the smaller groups all submitted and expressed their willingness to work under Lord Yarman's leadership to promote the steady development of Canaan.

Yarman was quite satisfied with this; it was good that these people were willing to stay out of trouble. However, he would not use these people as government members too often, but would instead choose more promising young people from various small groups.

Currently, within the entire government, there are only two former leaders of small groups: Maris, who was the first to surrender, and his friend Davis. The rest are young people from various groups, as well as some young wastelanders who have come from other mobile cities.

With these people in charge, Canaan immediately became well-organized, and similarly, the amount of work piling up at Yarman's place decreased considerably.

"Looks like today will be another leisurely day!" Yarman sat in his chair, looking at the ceiling, slowly sipping his wine. Yesterday, the supplies from Siesta arrived, not just water, although water was the main item, but also a lot of other supplies.

These supplies acted like a shot in the arm, instantly energizing the entire Canaan. However, Yarman also noticed that the labels on the supply boxes were not from Siesta, but rather all original Colombian goods. Although the quantity was small, they contained everything imaginable.

"The attention from Colombia shows they've caught on. I wonder if the other countries know about this yet," Yarman murmured, sitting in his chair. Although this world is quite isolated, its information network can be frighteningly efficient at times.

He felt that the news had probably spread throughout the entire continent by now.

Just as he was contemplating the future, suddenly, a man ran in with a receiver and shouted at him, "Lord, a land-based warship ten kilometers outside our city has sent out a distress signal!"

“A land-based ship?” Yarman put down his glass, thought for a moment, and looked at him, saying, “Go and have someone respond to them, ask them what kind of rescue they need, and then prepare to carry out the rescue.”

"Yes, City Lord!"

Watching the employees quickly leave the office, Yarman slowly stood up from his chair, downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, turned and left the office. What else could the Landship's distress call mean but that it couldn't escape?

However, they can only handle one situation where they can't move: being robbed by bandits in the wasteland. They can't handle anything else. Repairing a land-based ship is a very complex and advanced technology, and Canaan currently lacks this technology completely, not only in terms of tools but also in terms of technical personnel.

The skilled workers in their machine factory are fine for repairing motorcycles, bicycles, or civilian vehicles, but asking them to repair land-based ships is really asking too much of them.

Walking out of the office, Yarman arrived at the signal control room of the mobile city. Watching the employees sitting in the control room talking to the person on the other end of the microphone, he stood silently to the side without saying a word.

The conversation between the two sides ended quickly. Looking at the employee who stood up to bow to him, Yarman waved his hand indifferently, "No need. Send the message to Davis and have him take some men to kill those barbarian bandits. Tell Maris to go with them, and don't let him kill the people who asked for help too."

"...Yes, Lord City Lord."

"Hmm." Yarman replied and walked straight out of the room. He had met Davis before. Even among the Vayvans, Davis's physical abilities were among the best. He didn't know how Davis had grown up. Despite wandering in the wasteland, his physical abilities were not affected at all.

It's his brain, it seems like it's degenerated from not being used for so long. When you talk to him, you can't feel the presence of his brain at all.

Given this situation, Yarman could only assign him to be in charge of the security of the entire city of Canaan, since this job only required him to lead people around and didn't require much brainpower.

Sometimes you might get lost while walking around, so you need to be equipped with a special walkie-talkie.

His friend Maris is at the other extreme. He is very intelligent and quick-witted. He has been assigned to oversee the production and construction of the entire Canaan. However, his physical condition is not very good, only slightly better than that of an ordinary wasteland dweller.

Back in the tower, Yarman sat on the sofa, watching Mostima sitting opposite him constantly eating desserts. He asked curiously, "Where did you get your desserts? Are there pastry chefs in Canaan?"

“I just arrived recently, in the West District.” Mostima picked up a small cake and ate it gently. “Their skills are actually just so-so, but under the current conditions, it’s not easy to make decent desserts.”

“That’s true, I’ll try some too.” Yarman picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. After chewing it a few times, he said in surprise, “It’s really not bad! It’s just too sweet, it’s easy to get tired of it if you eat too much.”

"It's good enough to have it, don't worry about it so much."

"Yes, I'll eat something else."

"No, you're already tired of it."

"I didn't?"

"You've eaten so much, you must be tired of it, stop eating."

As Mostima pulled the dessert box in front of him, Yarman shook his head slightly.

"By the way, what about the landship being hijacked? How are we going to handle that?"

“I sent Davis with his men and also asked Maris to keep an eye on things. There shouldn’t be any problems getting out,” Yarman said calmly. He suddenly asked with some curiosity, “So, how did they manage to raid the landship?”

“Landships aren’t invincible.” Mostima swallowed the last piece of cake, tidied up the scene, and leaned back on the sofa. “The tracks of a landship are very vulnerable… relative to its hull.”