This Game Is Too Realistic

Outside the city of Boulder, the Malvern family held a simple funeral for their youngest son, Keith.

He didn't invite many people, and he didn't publicize it with much fanfare. After all, his youngest son was indeed not a good person, and that might arouse some people's memories.

Although no one cared about his family's affairs, his past experience still made him cautiously keep a low profile.

Standing in the snow, Lala lowered her head with a complicated expression, her nose buried in her scarf.

Alyssa stood next to her, communicating silently with the tombstone with her eyes closed.

There are also her parents, eldest brother, sister-in-law, etc... all standing in front of the tombstone.

Not only those who are spiritually chosen can communicate with the dead.

As long as the thoughts are from the heart, you can still convey what you want to say to the other party...even if the two parties cannot see each other.

Only a few people present could "see" him, except for one complete outsider.

His name is Meng Jie, formerly known as Mengqi. He once served as a researcher at the Alliance Academy of Social Sciences and the president of Mammoth University. He now teaches at Camp 101 and is also a friend of Malvern.

He had no plans to attend the funeral, but he happened to be visiting Boulder City in time, so he came over out of courtesy.

After praying for a long time in front of his youngest son's tombstone, Malvern put away his clasped hands, looked at Meng Jie standing aside, nodded, and spoke sincerely.

"Thanks."

Meng Jie smiled politely.

"You're welcome... I don't remember doing anything worthy of your gratitude. I really can't afford it."

"You are too modest."

Malvern looked at the back of Alyssa, his favorite little daughter, who was standing in front, paused for a moment and then said.

"There are some things I have always wanted to say to my little daughter, but from the perspective of a failed father, I really don't know how to say it. Regarding that subject... thank you. Some things really have to be said by outsiders, I hope that hero’s story can bring her some inspiration.”

He didn't want to pour cold water on her enthusiasm, but the world was not black and white after all.

She still has a lot to learn, including calmness, caution...etc.

Meng Jie smiled humbly and said in a gentle tone.

"You misunderstood, I only did it for academic research purposes."

"Really?" Malvern smiled noncommittally, "Then just treat it like this."

He could feel the professor's kindness, and this slightly changed his impression of the Borneo people.

The latter is finding it increasingly difficult to gain sympathy in the league.

Of course, it's the same elsewhere.

In this era where even the people of Wilante and Bugla can be redeemed, it is not easy to get yourself covered in mud and full of grievance and indignation.

But the amazing thing is that when they appear alone, they become normal again.

Even excellent exaggeration.

Perhaps, this is also the unusual thing about that land.

"Please don't think too much. I am really just doing this for academic purposes... Of course, it is true that I see his shadow in your daughter."

Meng Jie nodded slightly, looked at the tombstone not far away, and after thinking for a long time, he spoke in a casual tone.

"Maybe it's not appropriate to say this kind of thing on such an occasion... I studied your history and the genealogy you provided me, and discovered a special phenomenon."

Malvern raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh? What did you find?"

Meng Jie raised two fingers.

"The nobles of Boulder City can be roughly divided into two categories based on the source of power and the way to obtain black cards. One is the new nobles who are attached to the 'chips', and the other is the old nobles who are attached to the 'black cards'. Your family He and Sid's family are just two typical examples, standing at the top of two pyramids respectively."

Malvern smiled faintly, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"There has always been only one pyramid and one king in Boulder City, and that person is Sid. As for my parents, they were just the technocrats they selected, or their professional stewards."

Although this steward is hereditary, he is not immune to being eliminated.

For example, the unknown guy who was replaced by Liszt became a civilian again.

Even though he used the black card to cash out a lot of chips.

"I know that there is only one king in Boulder City as you said, but what I want to compare here is not the weight of chips and black cards, but the weight of 'people'."

There was a look of interest in Malvern's eyes.

"oh?"

Meng Jie nodded slightly and continued in a casual tone.

"From an academic point of view, your family and Sid's family are actually two very distinct comparison groups. I don't mean to offend by what I say next... According to the historical documents and information I reviewed, your family is actually There is no such thing as a fool in the true sense, they just make different choices when faced with various problems. But Sid is another story. His family also had its shining moments, but the people who followed him had their own differences. Everyone is naughty and stupid in his own way."

The specific time point seems to be after the status of the "black card" is determined.

Malvern glanced at him and smiled to himself.

"...I can't even tell for a moment whether you are praising me or hurting me."

Meng Jie shook his head, turned his gaze to the scrawled tombstone, and said in an apologetic voice.

"No, this is just a purely academic discussion...Of course, maybe I shouldn't discuss this issue with myself."

Malvern didn't pay too much attention, he just lowered his eyebrows and prayed, and replied casually.

"It doesn't matter. If my information can bring you comfort, then it means that I have done something meaningful at the end of my life."

"More than just comfort," Meng Jie looked at the old man with a smile and said, "At least, your research information gives us hope of getting out of the long night -"

"Isn't that comfort?" Malvern replied casually, "If you place your hope for the coming of dawn on the descendants of the devil and make irreversible mistakes, then you will either have to wait in the long night, or you will have to wait in the old world for a long time. When a devil dies, a new devil comes.”

He finally discovered why these smart people gathered together but turned out to be so stupid.

Meng Jie stared at him blankly and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he seemed to be much older, his shoulders drooped.

"Maybe... but no one can say what will happen in the future... What if things turn around?"

Malvern glanced at him, thought for a long time, and finally ended the topic in good faith and gave a noncommittal answer.

In this sad moment, there is no need to add meaningless sadness.

"maybe."

Only future generations can see what happened many years later for them.

…

In the first year of the new era, on the third day after his birthday, a grand wedding was held in Triumph City.

The groom is from the Battlefield Atmosphere Group, and the bride is Penny, the daughter of Captain Bennott.

Contrary to the Warlord's expectations, after learning that his daughter had been abducted by him, Benoit did not angrily duel with him, but instead blessed them both.

It’s not just Benoit.

Including his close friend Colway, including Reiser, the commander of the Guards Corps who had worked with him, and many people whom he could not name sent him blessings.

At the end of the wedding, Benoit held his hand and spoke in an unprecedented serious and solemn tone.

"...You are a true warrior. Your loyalty, bravery, kindness, kindness and generosity are impeccable and even recognized by Marshal Julius."

"As Penny's father, I have no more demands from you. I only hope that you can share those many beautiful things with my daughter, just like you have selflessly shared it with so many people."

"Dad..." Penny's eyes flashed with emotion.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team squeezed his hand.

"I promise you, I will treat her well."

Benoit's serious expression relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly.

"give it to you."

Although there was no regret or reluctance in that sentence, the warlord found that the old man did not let him go so simply.

On the night of the wedding, he was forced to drink several barrels of wine and was almost sent away on the spot.

According to Benoit, how can it be that the son-in-law, who is a Willant, cannot drink?

But that being said, Benoit himself was a drunkard and fell asleep on the table after just a few drinks.

These civil servants are really not very good.

It was his good brother Colway and those good brothers who had been with him through life and death who really drank him down.

Warlander thought they would blame him for deceiving him, but the reality was quite the opposite.

Especially Colway, who was deceived the most.

Not only did this guy not take his concealment of his identity seriously, he actually held his shoulder with a look of reluctance.

"Bon voyage...man, we're going to miss you."

A young man from the Praetorian Guard also put his hand on the shoulder of the battlefield atmosphere team.

"Come back often."

A captain of ten thousand men muttered, probably drunk.

"I'll go to the Alliance and become an officer. I'll resign when I become a consul. This is only fair."

Another captain sitting next to him said with a smile.

"Isn't it possible? The alliance is not us. Where can we get the consul?"

"No? I heard that they are planning to get one... something to learn from our experience."

"What the hell, you can always start as a soldier, right?"

Looking at these noisy guys, the battlefield atmosphere team was moved, but still put their hands on their shoulders.

"Stop talking in your sleep and live a good life. There won't be so many battles to fight in the future."

They all have their own families and their own lives in Triumph City.

After taking them all to Dawn City, he really couldn't think of how to settle them.

"Hahaha, these guys just got drunk and made a joke. They would really be reluctant to give up their treatment and military ranks and start as new recruits."

Colway laughed and patted the warlord on the shoulder.

The warlord responded with a helpless smile, but he always felt that his eyes didn't look like he was joking.

If she really wanted to take him back, he would probably follow her without saying a word.

It's not even just him.

Many people here do this.

"Good brother, take care..."

He picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Colway, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Just when he was about to start drinking the next round, a heavy cough came from behind everyone.

"How long do you plan to make the bride wait? Or do you plan to have another one?"

Penny, who was wearing a wedding dress, had her arms folded in front of her chest, staring at the back of the Battlefield Atmosphere Team's head with a smile on her face.

Realizing that they had hindered the young couple's intimacy, the old men sitting at the dining table also felt a little embarrassed, and they immediately made excuses to leave.

Everyone sitting at the dining table dispersed and went to other tables, leaving only the battlefield atmosphere group and Penny.

Realizing that he had drunk too much, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Feel sorry……"

Upon hearing this apology, Penny smiled and twitched her eyebrows.

"Feel sorry?"

The warlord understood that look in an instant and understood that what she wanted to hear was not this implicit expression.

Although he was a little embarrassed, facing the expectant eyes, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Before the wedding started, he had heard Penny talk about the customs of the Willant people——

After accepting everyone's blessings, he had to carry her all the way from the banquet venue back to the wedding room.

A true warrior doesn't let his wife's feet touch the ground or else the others will make fun of her for a whole year.

That seems to be what he said.

After drinking down the remaining half of the glass of wine in one gulp, the warlord's face was as red as a city wall. He hugged Penny by the waist when she was caught off guard by her exclamations and giggles, and then amid a burst of whistles and applause, Disappeared like a tornado at the wedding venue.

It was like a real tornado, it came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

No sloppiness.

"This guy... is indeed a real warrior," a civil servant who drank too much gestured with his hands, "I thought he had something to hide, so he stayed here and drank non-stop."

Another civil servant next to him also nodded in embarrassment and said in an appreciative tone.

"Yes, unlike the old man from his mother's family, I remember that he slept until dawn that time."

The customs here are indeed different from other places. These guys with muscles growing to their heads made jokes without caring about the face of the former consul and current ministers.

Perhaps he heard the whispers of these bitches in his dream. Benoit, who was sleeping on the table, suddenly became angry and hit the table with his fist, straightening all the old bones in his body.

"Who the hell are you talking about! Stand up and... fight!"

Several civil servants quickly closed their mouths, coughed and changed the subject, pretending that nothing happened.

Benoit only yelled for a while, but was soon grabbed by Penny's mother and pushed back by his ears.

"You old thing, you have the nerve to duel! It's not even embarrassing!"

"What do you know..." Benoit muttered a few words, perhaps feeling guilty, and finally stopped talking.

"It was too fast, I didn't even see it clearly." A bearded officer muttered, rubbing his eyes that were blurred by drinking, "Did that guy drive the truck into the hall?"

That's cheating, right?

This stupid remark quickly earned him a blank stare, and the captain sitting next to him laughed at him.

"You must have been drunk. How could you drive a truck into the hall? I clearly saw a motorcycle."

"puff--!"

"Blank!"

"How can a motorcycle drive in! I think you just drank so much that you went crazy!"

The symphony playing in the hall gradually changed from warm to passionate.

The young couple has already gone to their world of two with everyone's blessings, and the rest of the time belongs to all the guests present.

They will eat meat and drink wine here until late at night and even at dawn.

They had received their own rewards a long time ago and lived a happy life with their families, and now the only shortcoming in the ointment has finally been filled.

“Cheers to our pangolins!”

I don’t know who started the first sentence, but soon the same voice echoed throughout the banquet hall.

That was their heartfelt blessing to their comrades who had fought side by side——

“Honor the pangolin!”

"cheers!!!"

The boiling enthusiasm was like a blazing flame in a fireplace, and even the setting sun hanging in the sky was robbed of its limelight.

The story at night may be more beautiful and longer than everyone imagined...