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"So?" Yarman continued to ask.

"All you need to do is drive a bunch of heavily infected, exploding Originium bugs around the landship, and you can force it to stop. The tracks of a civilian landship can be blown off by the explosion of a large number of Originium bugs." Mostima explained his robbery techniques like a seasoned bandit.

"Once they stop the landship, they use wood of moderate hardness and a special sticky mud to fill the tracked chassis at the bottom of the landship, preventing the power wheels from moving. The landship will be half-useless, and then they can use ropes to climb up and rob it. That's basically it."

"By the way, this method is for civilian land-based ships such as cargo land-based ships and commercial land-based ships. It is useless for military land-based ships."

"...What kind of bandit would dare to rob a warship? They wouldn't even think of dying like that!"

Chapter Sixty: The First Landship to Arrive

Sitting in his chair, Mostima gave Yarman a strange look. "How do you know no one dares to hijack a military landship? I've seen gangs hijack military landships!"

"...Are those people still alive?"

"He died, he died a horrible death. He was blown to smithereens by the land-based ship's cannons just as he was about to make his move. All that was left was a huge crater, and nothing else remained."

“That’s right.” Yarman nodded matter-of-factly. They were just a bunch of crazy lunatics who had gone mad. There was nothing to pay attention to. After all, Terra was such a big continent that it wasn’t surprising to have a few oddballs.

"However, the bombs they planted beforehand were still successfully triggered. The warship ran over them and exploded, successfully blowing off the warship's tracks and a drive wheel," Mostima said with some amazement. She was also stunned when she was observing from a distance. These people are really capable!

"This guy... is a real talent!"

"Indeed, I wonder what method the robbers used this time. I'm a bit curious."

…………

Ten kilometers outside Canaan, on the barren plains.

"Shh!"

A flash of axe light, and a tall robber was instantly cut in half. Davis, as if he were carrying a toothpick, easily wielded the giant axe and continued to hunt down robbers. He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling; he was already bored with being in the mobile city.

Seeing three robbers charging towards him, each wielding a massive spiked club, a sinister smile flashed across his face. Without hesitation, he swung his giant axe horizontally, instantly cleaving all three men in two.

Gently wiping the blood splattered on his face, Davis directed his warriors to relentlessly hunt down the remaining bandits until the last bandit's head was severed, at which point he put down his giant axe.

"Has it been resolved?"

“It’s all taken care of. You didn’t need to come at all, Maris.” Davis turned to look at Maris behind him and pointed to the gleaming butterfly knife in his hand. “It’s not a place for you to use your knife in this kind of situation.”

Maris calmly stepped forward, gently tucking the butterfly knife back into his waistband. "I'm not here to fight. I'm here to deal with what happened after the battle. Besides, I killed three robbers."

He stepped forward, came to the hatch of the landship, and knocked on the door. "Is anyone home? We are the Canaan rescue team. We came to help after receiving your distress signal."

Suddenly, the blood-stained LCD screen beside the hatch lit up, and a man in a suit appeared on the screen. Looking at Maris standing in front of the screen, he said gratefully, "We are very grateful for your rescue! I have a question for you, where is Canaan?"

Looking at Maris on the LCD screen, the man's expression remained unchanged, but he didn't believe him at all. He felt that the person in front of him was a double-crosser. He had been running this route for so many years and had never encountered a mobile city in the middle of the journey. This must be a fabrication by that person to deceive him.

As soon as I open the door, they can swarm in and kill everyone on the ship.

Seeing the man in the suit opposite them who clearly didn't trust them, Maris didn't say much. He calmly said, "Next, we will help you clear some of the debris from the tracked chassis. Please do not start the landship. We will leave after we have finished clearing it."

“Okay, thank you so much!” The man’s smile remained unchanged. “I will give you a fair reward, kind sir.”

“Okay, thank you.” Maris nodded calmly and walked back to Davis, who was standing to the side. “We helped them clear the wood out of the chassis, and then we called it a day.”

"They didn't pay?!"

"They should pay soon," Maris said slowly. Just then, a small box was slowly lowered from the deck of the landship. As soon as the box hit the ground, the rope on it was quickly retracted.

"The money's coming in!"

“Go and clear out the wood inside, then we’ll go back.” Maris patted Davis on the shoulder and walked towards the car parked not far away.

On the other side, Davis and his men took away the small box, pulled out the wooden pieces stuck in the chassis one by one, and then left the landship and returned to the vehicle.

Once the last person was on board, the convoy started moving and headed towards Canaan in the distance.

Twenty minutes after the convoy left, a small team of people carrying various weapons emerged from the landship and began to carefully inspect the undercarriage to see if any Originium bombs had been planted on it, while also cleaning off the mud stuck to it.

After everything was cleaned up, the group returned to the landship, which quickly started up. This time, however, they turned a corner and headed in the direction the convoy had left.

Looking at the setting sun, the man said with some curiosity, "Could it be that a new mobile city has really appeared in this place? That would be a huge thing!"

"No, I have to go and see!"

…………

“I have a feeling that our port may soon welcome its first passenger,” Yarman said slowly, sitting on a deck chair at the top of the tower and looking at the starry sky.

“How come you see?”

“I sent Maris with Davis and the others to the rescue so that the landship being rescued would know that we are here,” Yarman said, looking at Mostima. “If we only sent Davis, they would definitely think that they are also a group of bandits from the wasteland, just double-crossing each other.”

"Would adding Maris make a difference?"

“There’s a big difference!” Yarman said definitively. “Davis is only suited for things related to combat; he’s not suited for anything else.”

“Okay.” Mostima nodded.

As the two lay on the deck chairs gazing at the starry sky, a slightly dazzling beam of light caught their attention. Yarman sat up slightly, looked towards the source of the light, and said hesitantly, "That... is that a land-based warship?"

“It seems so, those lights,” Mostima said uncertainly. She looked at it for a while longer, then turned to Yarman with some shock. “It really is a land-based warship! And a civilian land-based warship!”

"Looks like I was right. I just didn't expect them to actually come!" Yarman was also surprised. Normally, a land-based ship that has just been hijacked would be extremely panicked and should have fled immediately after the crisis was over. Why would they follow?

It seems... the owner of this land-based ship is quite an unreliable person!

I wonder where he's going to do business, and what kind of business he's going to do? It's probably some kind of shady business!

Yarman watched with curiosity as the landship slowly approached Canaan. He got up and walked towards the foot of the tower, deciding to personally receive Canaan's first commercial landship at the port.

By the way, let's see who that boss who dared to follow is. He should be a Vaiva, because only a Vaiva could do something so outrageous, just like Davis.

Chapter 61: My name is Yalman Müller

Arriving at the port, Yarman stood on the pier, quietly watching the landship slowly dock. With a sound of a door opening, the bottom hatch of the landship slowly opened, and a man in a black suit walked out. Seeing Yarman standing not far away, he greeted him.

Hey you over there, come here for a second!

Yarman walked slowly forward, looked at him, and asked, "How can I help you?"

"Where is this place?" The man looked around, put his hand on Yarman's shoulder, and leaned closer to ask, "How come I've never seen this mobile city before?"

"Because this place was just completed recently."

"Oh, I see. Which country do you belong to? Iberia? Victoria? Sargon? Or perhaps Lateran?" The man rattled off the names of countries like a menu, then paused, looking at Yarman who was shaking his head. He then slowly asked, "You're not Colombia, are you?"

"What country are you from, sir? Colombia?" Yarman looked up at him and asked, noticing his free-spirited suit.

The man was taken aback by Yarman's question. He nodded. "Yes, I am Colombian, but how did you know?"

“These days, only Victoria and Colombia are fashionable for wearing suits, and people in Victoria wouldn’t wear a suit like yours,” Yarman said casually, pointing to his clothes.

He didn't actually care much about people's clothing; it was just that due to his past professional habits, he would subconsciously judge a person's identity and other information from various details. Although Victoria had spread suits throughout Terra, the upper class of the various Terran countries still preferred to wear their own national costumes.

"Oh~~~~ You're quite knowledgeable, buddy!" The man exaggeratedly stretched out his body and patted Yarman on the shoulder. "So, what country is this city in?"

“We are an independent city-state.” Yarman looked calmly at the man in front of him. Although the man was a bit unreliable and his behavior was exaggerated, he didn’t mind. After all, he had seen even stranger things. The nobles of Letania often did amazing things.

"An independent city-state!" The man's eyes widened as if he had heard some major news.

"Yes, sir, an independent city-state."

“…Alright, an independent city-state on this route, I understand.” The man muttered, patting Yarman’s shoulder repeatedly while nodding as if he had been electrocuted.

"Then... young man, who is your city lord?" The man put down his hand, took out an exquisite cigarette case from his pocket, took out two cigarettes from it, gave one to Yarman, and then lit both cigarettes.

"Thank you for your cigarette, sir. Our city lord is Mr. Yarman Muller, a handsome man with platinum blonde hair." Yarman said calmly, puffing on his cigar, which tasted very sweet and rich, clearly a high-end product.

"Oh, I see. Who is this Mr. Yarman Muller?" The man put his arm around his shoulder, puffing on his cigarette as they went, and inquired about the matter.

"Him? He's a very capable person. He's the one who created this entire mobile city." Yarman's expression remained calm, as if he weren't praising himself.

"Okay, okay." The man said, taking out a wallet from his pocket, pulling out a brand new Colombian pataca, and stuffing it into Yarman's hand. "Thanks, brother."

“You’re welcome, sir.” Yarman put the money away and took another puff of his cigar. “You can take a good look around Canaan. Although there are many infected people here, the security is still quite good.”

"There are a lot of infected people, it's okay, I don't care." The man smiled and shrugged. He had seen a lot of infected people, and had even done business with them. A businessman should be able to deal with anyone, because you never know who will become your customer in the next second.

"By the way, sir, what's your name?"

"Sir, what is your name?"

“Me? My name is Henry Girard, and yours?” Henry warmly put his arm around Yarman’s shoulder, gesturing with his cigar in front of him as he asked with a curious look.

“My name? My name is Yarman Muller.”

"……what?"

“I said, my name is Yalman Muller, sir.”

"..."×2

"Do you share the same name as your city lord?"

“No, Mr. Henry.”

"..."×2

"Hahahaha!" Henry suddenly burst into laughter, slapping Yarman's shoulder hard, laughing so hard he was almost crying. "Dude, that's a really funny joke! Hahahaha!"

“Sir, sir, we are from the Canaan Wharf Management Office… Lord Muller?” A staff member from Liboli ran up. He had originally intended to greet this landship owner who had appeared out of nowhere, but instead saw his lord chatting enthusiastically with that gentleman.

“Oh? It’s nothing, I was just chatting with Mr. Henry,” Yarman said casually. “You can go back now, I’ll take care of Mr. Henry.”

“…Oh, yes, Lord Muller.”

Henry stood frozen, watching the departing staff. He looked at the people leaving, then at Yarman, who stood there with a cigar between his fingers and a smile on his face. He stammered, "You, you really are..."

“As you can see, yes.” Yarman spread his hands and said with a smile.

"Then why are you standing there..."

“Your landship is the first landship to arrive in Canaan, so of course I had to come out and see it.” Yarman shrugged and smiled at him, saying, “Thank you for the cigar; I haven’t had such a good cigarette in a long time.”

"But...why didn't you say so earlier!" Henry said somewhat flusteredly. He suddenly felt that his behavior just now was really too impolite, and looking at the city lord's clothes, they were all made of good material. Why didn't he think more about it!

Seeing Henry looking flustered, Yarman smiled calmly and said, "No need to be so nervous, Mr. Henry. As you can see, I am just a minor city lord."

"You...you're joking."

"After talking for so long, I still don't know what kind of business you're going to do, sir!"

"It's nothing, I just plan to go to Lungmen." Henry gave an awkward smile, extinguished his cigar, and said with a smile, "I heard there's a war in Lungmen, and I want to go there to sell things, that is... buy some post-war reconstruction supplies and make a little money."

“I see…” Yarman nodded, then suddenly looked up. “All I can say is, I wish you success.”

"Huh? Why?"

“It takes three months to get from here to Lungmen. By then, Lungmen should have already finished rebuilding.” Yarman looked at Henry, whose pupils had widened in shock. “You’re too late.”

"what?!"

Chapter 62: What exactly is Terra?

Looking at Henry's shocked and terrified face, Yarman shook his head helplessly. He didn't know how much stuff the other party had transported this time, but no matter how much he transported, it was destined to be a complete loss. Lungmen didn't need these supplies at all; Wei Yanwu had already prepared everything.

But he wouldn't sympathize with the other party either. As a speculator, when pursuing huge returns, one naturally has to face the risk of losing everything.

Mr. Henry clearly miscalculated; he misjudged the timing. Now he's going to lose everything. There's nothing more to say; it's simply his own problem.

"This... Lord Muller, is the battle at Lungmen really over?" Henry asked, still unwilling to give up.

Looking at Henry, whose eyes were filled with expectation, Yarman was silent for a moment, then sighed slightly. "We should still be in the first half, but I expect the whole battle to end in two weeks. It's obvious that you won't have enough time to get there now; by the time you get there, they will have already finished rebuilding."

"I see!" Henry nodded. It turned out that it was just Yarman's prediction. They were only at the first half of the war. Wars don't end so quickly. If he went there now, he would definitely make it in time!

"I wonder if Lord Muller has any Originium, food, or water here? I hope to replenish my supplies here!" Henry finally decided to head to Lungmen. The supplies on this ship had already exhausted all his money and even left him with a considerable amount of debt. He couldn't turn back!

Seeing Henry's determination to go to Lungmen, Yarman didn't say much. He simply pointed to the management office not far away and said, "You can buy all these things there. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Wait! Wait!" Henry suddenly called out to Yarman, stepping forward to ask, "Lord Muller, is your mobile city ready yet?"

"Not yet, it's still under construction."

"Do you need any materials to build a mobile city?" Henry asked, looking at him. He suddenly realized that it was uncertain whether Lungmen needed his materials, but Canaan definitely did. This was a certainty that could be used to reduce the risk.

He decided to sell 60% of the materials in Canaan and then take the remaining 40% to Lungmen to sell. That way, even if Lungmen needed them, he would only earn a little less. But if Lungmen really didn't need them, he could save his life with the money from selling 60% of the materials.

Although he was a speculator, he understood the importance of risk control. He didn't want to end up like his peers, who worked hard to earn so much, only to lose everything in one fell swoop due to a single mistake, leaving them with a mountain of debt and ultimately ending up on the rooftop.

Looking at Henry who had asked him the question, Yarman immediately understood what he meant. He smiled and said, "Of course we need the materials for construction, but we may not have enough money right now. We can only use other things as payment. I wonder if you can accept a certain amount of barter."

"Of course! Of course!"

“That’s wonderful!” Yarman nodded, then asked, “May I ask what construction materials you brought this time? Cement? Steel bars?”