You Boro People, calm down! I gave you that stuff so you could keep The Alliance in check, so you could become "our South Seas Alliance," not so you could kill each other! Hell, even I can't stand watching this!
—Eastern Empire, telegram
Understood! Understood! We'll give the orders right away and try to kill a little less!
—Snake State, telegram
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—Eastern Empire, telegram
Outside Dawn City Airport, soldiers in exoskeletons stood ready for battle. Not far away, players and River Valley survivors gathered around with expressions of eager amusement.
"They're here again."
"Tsk, tsk..."
"Where's the train? Someone bring a train over."
"Don't be like that... They're pitiful too."
"Pitiful? I don't see it. They ate the Family Association's grapes, and now they want to spit out the skins? Why are they only thinking about good things?"
"I'm dying... Didn't this bunch hype up Zaid when he first emerged?"
"I didn't see it myself, but according to the collected editions of the Golden Gallon Port Survivors' Daily, they really didn't like Lacy and Abusek."
"Then isn't this perfect? Both sinners got kicked out, so why are they unhappy again?"
"They're impossible to please."
The murmurs of criticism rustled through the crowd. Even Duke Garawa in the distance shook his head and sighed at the sight.
In the middle of the crowd, a group of well-dressed people lay prostrate on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly into the mud.
Their status was likely not low, yet their posture was humble to the dust.
They held up placards listing the Family Association's various crimes.
Snakegrass, fraud, proselytizing, and a whole pile of other things, real or imagined.
What left Chu Guang torn between laughter and tears was that these people had probably exhausted their tricks. They had even pinned