Until a few hours ago, Weiss didn't think he was a speaker who could talk in front of thousands of people, but he didn't realize that when the flash of the power guide camera completely blinded his dog's eyes, let alone thousands, even tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, there was no gap for a person who could see nothing.

"I finally know the wonderful use of flash..."

Rubbing his sore eyes, Weiss returned from the flashing lights to his companions behind the scenes. As the leader of his team, he had just come on stage and Captain Laurel who was pulled to the press conference when he just came back together with the captain Laurel who was pulled to the press conference in front of many media reporters, thanking the country and the government all over, even though Weiss was not a Langson.

"Damn it! I would rather go on a war patrol and fight to the death with the Imperial Fleet..."

Captain Laurel, who also disliked this kind of political show, quickly walked down from the front of the stage. This person had some "experience" than Weiss and knew that he was wearing a pair of sunglasses. The other party retreated behind the scenes and looked around, and soon came to Weiss and the others.

"Can I put you here for a while?"

"sure."

Joseph Aldridge, the captain of the Laurel, the former commander of the Navy battlecruiser of the Republic, a man who claims to be "almost inseparable from the ship and the sea". With this strong fist, the more than 600 people on the Laurel were able to persevere until the rescue arrived without causing any big trouble. However, judging from the fact that he was complained more than 30 times as soon as he came back, his "management methods" of passengers in the Great DIO village seem to be really offensive.

"What are your plans after the matter here? Do you continue traveling?"

Joseph, who was a mature man, recognized Vis and others at a glance as the kind of invaders who were ready to go out to see the world. He saw his youth from the other party, so he asked this question.

"I have this plan, but I don't know if the Republic will have any restrictions."

"Ha! Boy, your worry might be a little bit possible if it was released twenty or thirty years ago, but now it is not a problem at all. Times are different. For big countries, the owner of the chess piece has long been no longer the main force of the army."

For an army that requires standardization and absolute control, the chess piece owner is actually not the most ideal soldier. If it is strong, it is also very troublesome to manage. In the era of cold weapons, the hot weapons are even worse now. No matter how awesome the chess piece owner is, he cannot withstand the direct attack of cannons. Everyone is "equal" under the coverage of firepower!

"Compared with the 'super warriors' rewarded by God, the senior executives of the Republic's military are more optimistic about the prospect of guiding weapons. After all, it is a future that we mortals can control ourselves, and we don't have to worry about the fate of our country being controlled by God."

"...It's really worthy of being the country where the Supreme People's Science and Technology Academy dares to call it 'Prometheus'!"

Unlike the human beings who have no gods on the earth (actually some are laughing on the brackets), they also need to make a human being whom the ancestors offer. The mortals in this world still do not choose to worship them when God clearly exists. The power of the divine power has never really emerged from beginning to end. Mortals respect the "great will" that created this world, but they will not unconditionally even those funny gods who make trouble. If they can't beat them, they will have to demonstrate "not cooperate"!

Perhaps it is the influence of this "resistance spirit" that Wangqi Game did not create a group of "new gods" worshipped by orcs in the mortal world, but instead made ordinary people work hard for 500 years and finally created a guiding technology that could overwhelm the power of the chess pieces.

Several people were chatting and asking Captain Joseph about the places worth visiting in the Republic. A middle-aged uncle with straight clothes and a slightly gloomy face walked over and stood not far from Weis and the others. He silently looked at Mayor Gorene who was being interviewed on the stage, then snorted coldly from his nose and turned away without saying a word. The other party's strange behavior immediately attracted Weis's attention.

"Uncle, do you know that person?"

"That hooked nose? That's the chairman of the National Love Party, a celebrity who often comes to newspapers. I remember he is one of the candidates for the next presidential election. I don't like these politicians very much. All the party has such virtues and a DIO flavor!"

"...Uncle, I began to understand a little bit why you were able to mix from a battle patrol commander into a passenger ship captain."

Do you think you are the otherworldly version of Patton?

For some reason, maybe just out of intuition, Weiss felt that the chairman should be a very dangerous person, so he secretly remembered the other party's appearance. At this time, the mayor and various important personnel who ended the press conference returned to the backstage and began to settle the settlement of these "meritorious people".

As the Weiss team that ran across the entire Yege Forest and reported to the government in a timely manner, all members were awarded the honorary citizenship awarded by the City of Gorene and a total of 200,000 Langson coins. If these bills were exchanged for "hard currency", they would have 1,000 gold coins. Weiss's expected "financial crisis" was successfully postponed for some time.

"Oh! Want to visit the famous places of Langson on the side? What a great idea! I also support young people to go out for more walks. Since this is the case, there are still many things to deal with in our municipal government, so I will say goodbye first. Goodbye everyone!"

Although the mayor's attitude did not seem to have changed much, Weiss still keenly noticed a subtle difference. In fact, from the moment the press conference ended successfully, the value of Weiss and others in the eyes of each other was exhausted. Behind the elegant and gentle smiles of the politicians was a cold and ruthless heart of profit.

"Let's go, let's go back and pack your luggage as well and prepare to set off!"

Weiss knew very well that being a human being is "consciousness"! After the four of them returned to the villa, they immediately started packing their luggage and prepared to leave early the next morning. When the butler in the villa saw that they were so "talking", they tacitly ordered the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous dinner, which was regarded as seeing off these brave young people.

But just as they finished their hearty dinner and were about to go to bed early, an unexpected visitor suddenly came to the door. When Weiss saw each other in the living room, his expression suddenly became a little subtle.

"Who are you?"

"I will introduce myself. My name is Oma, Oma Daglas. I am the chairman of the National Love Party of the Republic of Langson and one of the candidates for the next President Longson. This time I came here to visit several heroes."

Weiss never expected that the other party would take the initiative to come to "visit" a little bit of unknown little person like him. In addition, he felt a "dangerous" atmosphere from the other party, so he was like a tight spring, looking restrained as if he would jump up at any time. However, Oma was calm and talked freely.

The other party didn't stay for long. After sitting for less than 20 minutes, he got up and said goodbye. The butler who had just called the mayor sent the other party out of the door, hurriedly called another one, then looked at Weiss with a suspicion, and finally left the living room silently. The three girls hiding outside the door immediately rushed in.

"Wright, what did that uncle say to you?" Ling Lan asked in confusion.

"Some irrelevant official accents are completely... completely meaningless!"

"Are politicians so idle?"

"This is a gesture, and it is also a demonstration, but the target is not us little people, but his competitors." Adele understood some of the mystery in it.

"I don't bother to pay attention to his intentions. These politicians like to do these mysterious tricks. It's easy to understand those stubborn local rich men. Even if you don't shout out your ideas, they will clearly reflect them on your face."

He got up and stretched his waist, and Weiss was about to go back to his room to have a good night's sleep. He had no intention of studying these profound political issues. His current goal was to take advantage of his youth to travel around the world and broaden his horizons, and then form his own team during the trip. But until this time Weiss didn't know that he, a small person, was about to be involved in a huge vortex!
Chapter completed!