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"Although I love eating barbecue, I don't want to be turned into a skewer in hell! When the time comes, the skeletons will be responsible for skewering me, and the flames will be responsible for roasting me. I have already thought of the division of labor!"

Steve became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he was dancing with joy.

At that moment, Zhu Xi always felt that something was broken. What was it?

Ah, so it’s moral integrity.

433 What is Equality?

Perhaps the word "everything went smoothly" was destined to stay away from Steve, otherwise they would not have been stopped when entering the city.

"Stop." The pig spirit guarding the door stopped the group of people who were rushing in, his golden helmet shining brightly in the sun.

Being pulled like this, Steve subconsciously looked at Val worriedly. Fortunately, the guard's eyes were not focused on the other party, but just looking at them.

It seems this has nothing to do with race.

Steve subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the other two pig spirits who were accompanying them. After all, he didn't remember them emphasizing that the guards would stop them.

As soon as they looked over, they received the same puzzled look from Zhu Zhu, so they all turned their curious eyes to Zhu Xi.

The other party felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the two of them, because he didn't understand what was going on, so he subconsciously turned his gaze to the guarding pig spirit.

The piglin guards were puzzled by his gaze and subconsciously made the same move to express their respect, focusing their gaze on Val who seemed to have nothing to do with anything.

At the first moment, they all froze here, and the scene was very funny and interesting.

Another guard had noticed the abnormality here. He walked over decisively and interrupted the silence.

"My fellow compatriots from outside, we have recently decided to implement a new policy here, that is, all pig spirits entering the city must hand over five gold nuggets as a deposit." He came over and gave an affirmative order in an unquestionable tone.

When Steve heard this, he immediately looked away and breathed a sigh of relief. Great, it was just a small matter. He should have told him earlier. He immediately prepared to dig out some gold from his space, but after searching for a while, he remembered that he didn't bring any with him.

After all, who takes gold with them when they go to hell? Steve never does!

So he looked to the two pig spirits for help. After all, this race really loved gold. Well, it was not surprising that the two guys were carrying gold since they were also pig spirits.

Steve turned his gaze, but saw only two angry eyes. Anger was an emotion that rarely appeared in them at the same time, and the high rage almost burned everything.

They were breathing heavily, and the friction of the air coming out of their nostrils made a violent roar. The fangs that could not be covered by their lips and teeth trembled slightly, and their eyes, which were so narrow that they were almost unrecognizable, suddenly widened. This look made Steve feel unfamiliar.

One was cowardly, the other calm, but at this moment they both lost their composure and were filled with anger.

All Steve thought at that time was that it was over, it was all over, a fight was about to break out.

The next moment he hurriedly prepared to grab the two people and persuade them.

In this tense and exciting situation where he felt like he would be sliced ​​into pieces at any time, Steve completely forgot how united this species was.

I'm just prepared to try my best to stop them, and sincerely hope that they won't really fight.

"I've never heard of this rule before. Why do they suddenly charge five gold nuggets? That's five gold nuggets, not just any random thing."

Zhu Xi restrained his anger very well and just asked loudly. As for why he restrained his anger...in any case, it probably had nothing to do with Steve's prayer.

What was even more beyond Steve's expectations was that the guard was not angry at the other party's questioning. His originally serious expression immediately changed. The guard first smiled innocently, shrugged his pig nose, and then scratched his ears embarrassedly.

"This and that, so you just don't plan to hand it over?" The way he said this was completely different from his previous domineering and commanding look. He stumbled and was a little hesitant.

"Of course!" Zhu Xi nodded without hesitation. "Even if you return it, it's impossible to hand it over."

Looking at the tense atmosphere, Steve couldn't help but want to come out and smooth things over.

He originally wanted to persuade the other party to forget it, after all, it would be returned in the end anyway, so there was no need to be so petty. At worst, the gold could be deducted from him after the transaction was completed, which was not a big deal.

"Forget it, forget it." He said this while holding the person, intending to persuade him. However, before he could say the next word, he was blocked from saying a word.

"...So what? What about that? Forget it?" The Piglin Guard hesitated for a moment before giving a definitive answer. "Since you're unwilling, we won't force you. If you don't want to give it to us, then don't give it to us. It's not a big deal."

As he spoke, he pushed aside to make way.

This action made Steve a little confused, so he could only swallow the words that were about to come out, and then while saying thank you, he dragged the two piglins directly into the fortress.

Just as I was about to go in, I couldn't help but look back.

He saw one of the guards leaning against the wall in frustration, muttering something inaudible, but he could probably guess that he had failed again.

The other piglin guard came closer, patted the other's shoulder, and muttered something, seemingly trying to comfort him.

Steve felt sorry for the pitiful look on his face, but unfortunately, he really didn't have any gold, so he had to borrow some from them.

Forget it? Steve still remembers the two of them looking so angry. For the sake of his own life, Steve refused to do such a dangerous job.

Next time, or maybe not next time, wait until you get out of the city gate and you'll have a chance to make up for the five gold nuggets.

On the other side, Val, who also watched the entire process, unconsciously made a definition in his mind.

Perhaps this race does not have a clear definition of superiors and subordinates, and there may not even be such a thing as a leader. It is just a spontaneous form of unity.

An equal relationship.

Val also turned around and looked at the guard deeply, with indescribable envy in his eyes.

He also hoped that one day all villagers in the village would enjoy equal status, because that would mean complete peace, stability and comfort.

But unfortunately, this is impossible, at least not now, because the main world is not stable. Although after getting rid of those guys, they will no longer have monsters pressing them step by step and making it difficult for them to breathe, there will still be small-scale monsters rubbing against them, so they still need a unified and efficient leader to give orders, and they still need a leader to lead by example.

434 All this

The inside of the fortress was spacious, more spacious than Steve had imagined.

There are many shops around. Some small vendors find a place with their goods, sit on the ground and shout everywhere. There are also some people walking around the streets, holding things that are easy to carry in their hands, showing them off openly, walking from the beginning to the end of the street, and then going deeper into the fortress, waiting for people to trade.

Seeing these interesting pictures, Steve couldn't help but stop.

It’s not like I haven’t been to other people’s worlds, nor have I seen their prosperity, nor have I seen those larger trading markets.

But no matter what, that is someone else's world. Maybe it has some connection with him, but it is just some connection.

So when he discovered that there was an undiscovered civilization in his world, he admitted that he was ecstatic because it meant more colorful possibilities.

Instead of the boring and tedious world of the past, with endless repetitive tasks, chopping wood, getting stone, getting ore, getting weapons, killing monsters, growing food, raising animals, going to hell, spawning blazes, and killing the ender dragon.

No matter how much he loves these things, he will sometimes feel tired and lonely, but the most he can do is hug his tamed dog tightly. When the dog squats on the ground, it will not move at all, and it will not move when he hugs it. It is more like a doll than a living creature.

Now everything in his world has come alive. Although this has brought some more cruel and bloody things, it has also allowed him to meet his best friends and have people who support him.

He is no longer a mediocre so-called creator god who has no outstanding buildings and is extremely bad.

He has a home here and a true identity. He is a hero, a hero that everyone hopes for.

When talking about heroes, Steve thought of another piglin who was very similar to him before. He liked to complain and couldn't seize the opportunity. After finally finding an opportunity and seizing it, the opportunity threw him down quite roughly, and then he could never catch the other party's shadow again.

But is it really that easy to be a hero? He thought of the villagers who had sacrificed their lives, and the empty graves. They were heroes too, just sleeping in the graves. If he hadn't been able to kill them, they would have been buried somewhere long ago.

I just remembered those sad and upsetting things. My heart, which was originally proud of my heroic title, seemed to be not so happy anymore.

...Heroes...Heroes...The so-called heroes are just ordinary people who are born in disasters and forget themselves in heroic stories. They hold the lives of countless people in their hearts and remember them firmly, but they forget their own importance.

I hope that one day the world will no longer need heroes and no longer require any sacrifices.

Always remember the bloody facts behind heroic deeds; that is what we should really pay attention to.

Because a lost life can never be replaced by anything, and nothing can be equal to it. It’s just that some people don’t value their own lives. They choose a heavier path as their burden, shouldering those heavy responsibilities and moving forward without looking back.

The more Steve thought about it, the more emotional he felt. He couldn't help but glance at Val, and felt a little fortunate that the other party was still alive. If the other party had died in that war.

Steve didn't know what he would become by then, would he become the war madman he once despised? But no matter what he became, he would probably not maintain his playful and willful personality like he does now.

You should know that the top ten villagers rotated quite frequently, but Village 2 was the only one who voluntarily abdicated. It was not because the others were clinging to that little bit of power, but because they died before they took all their responsibilities on the survivors.

Then the next moment he was attracted by the hawking sounds not far away. He squatted in front of the stall and looked carefully at the things inside.

There are some beautiful quartz, some fluorite, some wood, and some fossils. There are quite a lot of varieties.

He wanted to buy some quartz. You know, this thing is a beautiful building material for construction, but it is only found in hell. Now he has no chance to dig it, so buying some now is a good choice.

He squatted beside the stall and picked and chose for a long time, so long that the other party was embarrassed and wanted to move away, and then he spoke.

"This set of gold and quartz is too expensive. How about making it cheaper and replacing it with a quartz block?"

The pig spirit who had been feeling a little uncomfortable just now was completely stunned after hearing what Steve said. It was obvious that they had never seen such an operation. Although they were a business empire, there was basically no such thing as bargaining. They seemed to have this innate talent and could measure the value of items by themselves.

Therefore, the price marked on each piglin is basically the same, and is within a reasonable range. At most, there will be 1 or 2 gold nuggets floating occasionally. As long as it is not a large-scale purchase, that little fluctuation will not affect anything at all, so everyone will find a small vendor to buy from without any suspicion.

The other party was stunned for a long time. Perhaps this situation was too bizarre, so he couldn't find anything to say and didn't know how to say it?

But when it comes to gold, the piglin's IQ is always online, so he shook his head violently, not knowing what to say, so he said nothing and just shook his head.

Most people would have given up after seeing this, but who was Steve? He was no ordinary man, he was a man without shame. So he didn't give up, squatting beside the other party's stall, persevering in negotiating with him.

He was so persistent and determined that he spoke without pause or interruption. He didn't know how long he persisted. He was so thirsty that his mouth was dry and the other party was dizzy. The other two pig spirits finally realized that they had lost someone and immediately ran back in a hurry.

Val, who had no sense of presence throughout the whole process and acted as an invisible man, just stood calmly a little distance away from Steve, watching the two pig spirits running around, watching the show calmly and peacefully.

He made up his mind that in hell, he must minimize his presence in order to save the villagers' face. No matter what, he would hold on.

Perhaps because he had really confused the other party, he didn't shake his head so firmly, and even started to negotiate. Steve looked at the store owner who finally gave in, and smiled. Just as he was about to make another effort to pursue the victory, he saw two accomplices running towards him from a distance.

His expression changed instantly.

The reason was simple: Steve didn't have any gold at all. He was just so fascinated by what he saw that he forgot about it. He smiled awkwardly and ran away quickly.

435 investigation

Steve ultimately failed to get the gold from the two piglins, as he was almost kidnapped by force.

There is no other way. If we don’t kidnap him by force, who knows what kind of trouble will happen.

Even though they were kidnapped, Steve still persisted in adding to the trouble before leaving, and his screams like a pig being slaughtered resounded throughout the fortress. If the other pig spirits had not seen that they were of the same race, and the other two had not sworn that there was no problem, the three of them would probably not be able to escape the questioning of the patrolling guards on the street for a while.

Therefore, neither of the two piglins noticed that Steve's companion disappeared quietly.

Val's figure disappeared in the chaotic pile of piglins, and his appearance, which should have been quite eye-catching, became exactly the same as the piglins next to him.

He calmly squeezed out from the crowded pile of piglins, paused for a moment, looked back in the direction where Steve was captured, smiled, and continued walking forward.

He left openly and unnoticed, passing by the two pig spirits who seemed to be leading the way but actually had part of the responsibility of surveillance.

Their decision to act separately this time was not actually premeditated, but a sudden idea after entering the city.

Steve didn't even say a word to him, but when he noticed that his clothes were starting to change color, he was careful and hid in a deserted corner.

Because no one except Steve would make such a joke, and no one could do such a thing.

When he completely turned into a pig spirit, he knew very clearly that Steve wanted him to act alone. Although he didn't tell him the purpose, it was probably to inquire about those so-called businessmen.

At first Steve thought they were some wandering merchants, but wandering merchants don’t travel in groups, nor do they stay in one place for long. Just like their name, they are always wandering around the world.

He later wondered if it was some other villager. This idea surprised him. The spatial difference in hell was astonishing. There might be some new ones of their kind in places that their villagers had not yet opened up.

However, the deal Steve wanted to reach with the Piglings was an internal deal with them, and it would probably be difficult to get in touch with those businessmen. Once he talked to the Piglings about those businessmen, no matter how good they seemed to be because of their interests, they would just keep silent when talking about this aspect.

Or they would just turn a blind eye and try to muddle through. In short, they could not get to this point in the discussion, as if it was pre-arranged.

Although the two of them couldn't quite tell whether their questions would arouse the suspicion of the pig spirits.

After all, they used to fight on the battlefield, not try to guess what others were thinking. Val had good command and dispatch abilities, and some of his speaking skills had also improved during the peace period, but that didn't mean he could do everything well.

The successful negotiation during their first meeting almost made Val use up all his life's knowledge, so those business negotiations, as well as what to do next and how to contact those strange creatures, were all discussed by them together. Steve also went to the doctor to ask for a lot of ideas. Although some of the ideas did not meet their needs at all due to Steve's incorrect descriptions, at least some wrong options were eliminated, right?

Val walked around the market for a while, but he didn't rush to ask, although he was sure that the two pig spirits had indeed gone far away. After all, he could no longer hear Steve's pig-slaughtering screams.

He just wanted to be more cautious and get enough information before setting off. Because he was not sure about himself, being cautious was a good choice.

He didn't have to wait long. Suddenly, a commotion started from somewhere. The group of piglings became very noisy. People gathered around to watch the fun and talked seriously about gossip. Val didn't stay there any longer. He followed those guys and rushed forward like a turbulent wave, shoulders bumping against each other, piglings pushing each other.

It was so noisy and chaotic that there was almost no place to stand, but he still squeezed to the front and successfully saw the source of the disturbance.

Are they some disheveled villagers who look very similar to him but are different?

If I guessed correctly, these guys were his destination.

Val didn't know what to call those guys who looked similar to them, only a little darker.

Those guys were indeed in a very miserable state, with black wounds all over their bodies, but no scarlet blood flowing out.