Chapter 339

The players were mixed among the excited townspeople of Hamelin Town. Now that they knew the fairy tale prototype of this incident, they began to guess what the Pied Piper would look like in this PC-filled world.

Soon, the mayor led everyone to the destination.

It was a carriage placed in an open space. The wooden carriage was huge and quite spacious. There were fine decorative patterns carved on the outside of the carriage. An iron lantern was hung on each of the four corners. Under the windows of the carriage, there was also a A sign that says "Pioneer of Deworming".

The mayor coughed to hide his nervousness,

Under the comments of all the townspeople, he stepped forward and slammed the window of the car several times, "Hello!"

There was only a faint snoring sound in the carriage, and there was no response for a long time.

The mayor leaned half of his body on the carriage, hammered the window several times, and shouted loudly, "Is anyone there?"

The snoring in the carriage stopped suddenly, and after a while of tinkling, a middle-aged man in colorful clothes and long hair with a shawl came out from inside.

This middle-aged man was wearing jeans and a loose shirt. He had a thin face, his eyes were dazed, and there were two thick dark circles under his eyes. He looked like a hippie.

The Pied Piper?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows. This hippie neither wore a floral dress nor brought a flute. Considering that this is a magically changed world, the deviation in such details can be ignored.

"Aha, mayor, may I help you?" The middle-aged hippie, who smelled of alcohol, leaned his whole body on the carriage, spread his hands, and asked lazily.

The mayor leaned back slightly to avoid the horrible smell of alcohol, "I want to discuss with you what you suggested to me before."

The hippie shrugged nonchalantly. "You mean, my dear, black people who came across the ocean to get out of Hamelin?"

As soon as this remark came out, many well-dressed townspeople opened their eyes wide and gasped, and many ladies covered their mouths, with an incredible look of being strongly frightened.

"Please go! I mean please go!"

The mayor hurriedly corrected: "Ahem, the conditions in Hamelin Town are too harsh to allow our dear African-American brothers and sisters to live a better life. Didn't you come to my office to suggest that you can bring them to In other big cities...”

"100 gold coins." The hippie interrupted: "Give me 100 Ruen gold coins, and I will help you solve this trouble."

"what?!"

The mayor was surprised and angry, "You said that it only cost 70 gold coins."

"Didn't you reject me?" The hippie waved his hand lazily, his appearance was extremely embarrassing, "Hurry up and decide, I will leave this town in the evening and go to the big city to attend the music festival there .”

The mayor clenched his fists, glanced around the townspeople, finally gritted his teeth, and said to the hippie, "Okay, the money will come from the municipal fund that the citizens pay taxes. I think the townspeople should agree, right?"

The gentlemen and ladies looked at the sky or the ground, but no one said anything.

The hippie ignored the group of townspeople, and simply returned to the carriage, took out a few items and hung them on his body.

Those things were a watermelon, a bottle of grape soda, a piece of fried chicken, and a small African drum tied around his waist.

"?!"

When Li Ang saw these things, it took a lot of effort not to laugh, and he complained frantically in his heart: "This is so fucking wrong."

John Joyce and Julia also looked embarrassed. Watermelon, grape soda and fried chicken were once the food of African-American slaves in the plantation period, and they all have a strong sense of racial discrimination in the United States.

Any act of giving watermelons to black people will be considered racist.

The old black man Bob has no expression on his face, but from his clenched fists (players put away their weapons after entering the town), it can be seen that he is suppressing his anger.

Bob uses some kind of equipment that can weaken the sense of presence, so as long as he doesn't make special moves, he will not be noticed by the surrounding townspeople.

Surrounded by a group of townspeople, the hippies came to the street of the opera house where the African-American residents gathered.

There were no pedestrians to be seen on the bustling street. The walls of the buildings on both sides were painted with colorful graffiti. In the middle of the road, a group of dark-skinned children were kicking balls.

"Bang bang bang!"

The hippie beat the djembe on his waist, and sang songs with ups and downs and strange melodies in an unknown language to the rhythm.

The African-American child who was concentrating on kicking the ball stopped for a moment and looked over in a daze.

Hippies sang songs while rocking watermelons strapped to their waists, glass bottles of grape soda, and the occasional nibble on fried chicken.

Everyone stared at him curiously. These inexplicable actions of the hippies seemed to have some kind of magical power, calling out those dark-skinned residents who were hiding in the depths of the houses and alleys.

African-American residents, or push open the window, leaning against the window to look down,

Or walk out of the alley and lean against the wall watching the hippies.

The hippies sang louder and louder, walked slowly, out of the black ghetto,

But no one came out at all to follow his footsteps.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the street, the hippie turned back unwillingly and beat the drums harder. However, the dark-skinned residents just looked at him with the eyes of a monkey.

The hippie stopped in dejection, and ran towards the mayor's party gathered at the end of the street.

"what happened?!"

The mayor said anxiously and angrily, "Didn't you say you could succeed?"

"Can this be my fault?" The hippie also got angry: "I have helped other towns drive out homeless people, hippies, football hooligans, and stowaways countless times before, and every time I succeed.

This time, it was all because of your own death. You treated these African-American residents really well, and arranged for them well.

So much so that they didn't respond to my 'Hometown Calling'.

This is entirely your own responsibility. "

After all, the hippie stared at the mayor with a gloomy face, "This time I didn't succeed, but for the sake of my hard work, just give me 10 gold coins."

The mayor laughed angrily, "If you don't succeed, you still want money? Get lost as far as you can!"

"It's not about my success," the hippie defended. "These African-American residents have already settled here. Let alone me, even if the Queen comes here, it's impossible for them to move."

"Not always!"

A voice interrupted the quarrel.

All the townspeople turned their heads together and looked at Li Ang who had just spoken.