This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 448.2: Eternal Love

At the fortress lord's office.

Inside the hall made of granite, an orchestra played melodious and elegant music, and people in luxurious attire indulged in drinks, celebrating their hard-won victory.

Tables were laden with pottery filled with fine wines, and plates brimmed with roasted chicken legs, lamb legs, beef, and all sorts of strange vegetables and fruits.

There were many types of food there, and their abundance was staggering.

Sitting at the long table, the players from the Skeleton Corps fully embraced the spirit of clean plates, turning into gluttons. Their bellies were wide open as they ate and drank, their mouths never stopping.

"Hey, if we transported some of these cattle and sheep back, we'd make a fortune!"

"Let's talk about it when we go back. We still have to meet up with the main force on the southwest side of the Lion Kingdom and head north to liberate the Honey Badger Kingdom... there are still a bunch of activities to come."

"When are we leaving?"

"Waiting for the logistics convoy to arrive. We can't just drive our tanks across, can we?"

"Speaking of which, I think the princess of the Honey Badger Kingdom is really pretty. Damn, why isn't the administrator interested!"

"Why do you care about that?"

"I bet money on it!"

“What the fuc...”

As reinforcements from the New Alliance, they received a calm and warm welcome from Petra Fortress.

Whether it was for the sake of the 15 tanks that made the Army flee in terror or because most of them were Awakeners, they were fully deserving of this respect.

Benefits didn’t always have to be obtained through war, but strength was always the basis for respect.

No one cared about their horrible table manners.

Even Losjin, a traditional nobleman who cares about the angle and strength of cutting meat, chose to ignore their unseemly behavior at the banquet, instead impressed by their unpretentious demeanor and appetite, admiring them immensely.

The faction of the Camel Kingdom and the Golden Lizard Kingdom who wanted to surrender were a bit different. The latter was due to intertwined interests, while the former was merely due to admiration for military force and distaste for instability.

If the New Alliance could defeat the Army on the battlefield, they certainly wouldn't mind kneeling in another direction.

"By the Spirit of the Desert... That guy just stuffed at least half a lamb into his belly!"

"Where does all the food go?"

"That guy over there ate 5 chickens!"

"Unbelievable... Such barbarism."

"Barbarism? You call that being barbaric! If I could eat 5 roasted chickens in one meal, I'd eat with my hands too!"

"Exactly, eating meat in big bites... That's the elegance of a warrior... It's just a cultural difference."

"With so many brave and skilled warriors, no wonder the New Alliance dares to challenge the Army!"

As a group of satiated nobles were astonished and whispering about whether to pick a couple of sons-in-law to improve their bloodlines, another lady seemed to be in trouble.

Sien approached Sisi, and the muscular man had his arms wrapped in bandages, giving him a rugged look. Because he was slightly drunk, his usually stern face was tinged with a ruddy glow.

"Do you have a husband?"

"No, what's up?"

"What about a fiance?"

"... What?"

"May I be your suitor?"

Sesame Paste, who had been drinking some milk nearby, nearly choked and spat it all out. Tail and Roshan who were competing on who could shove more drumsticks in their mouths instantly ended their battle as they turned over with flames of mischief burning in their eyes.

"Wow, wow, wow! An NPC is proposing to Sisi!"

"Spread the word! Sisi has a child!"

Sisi stared at him with her mouth open. “Huh?”

Taking the incomprehensible cheers as encouragement, Sien stared at her intently, his earnest gaze filled with sincerity. "... I know this may seem abrupt, but I can't keep these words in my heart any longer. Your boldness and charm have attracted me. May I have a chance to court you?"

"If you are still angry about what happened before, I sincerely apologize."

Sisi stared blankly at him. "I'm not angry... But you have a wife, right?"

The bearded fortress lord smiled sheepishly and he whispered, "Only three... But that's not important, it's just a marriage of convenience with them. I don’t love them."

Sisi raised an eyebrow in silence. “...”

“GIAO!”

At the side, Roshan whispered, "Tail, how... How do we spin this?”

Tail pinched her chin in deep thought.

Suddenly her eyes lit up, but before she could speak, her mouth was covered by the grinning Sesame Paste. The only sounds that escaped were a few pitiful ‘Wuwuwus’.

"Tail, you can’t think of such naughty stuff!"

Uninterested in her friends' playful teasing, Sisi sighed, "Sorry. You're a nice guy. But...”

There was no need to take things too seriously since they were in a game, but the dude was far from her ideal type.

Not to mention the ‘producer’ loving style in idol manga... At the very least they had to be tall and suave... Handsome and serious at the same time, like their administrator!

Well, actually, the first two don't matter. She just wanted to see a serious man who could be trained to become a little more depraved...

The contrast is just too amazing...

Sien was stunned for a moment and he wore a confused expression on his face. His brain couldn’t quite catch up.

I’m a nice guy...

Why is she apologizing?

...

On the other side of the banquet hall.

Escaping Mole poured himself a glass of wine, looking at the table full of roast meat, and sighed deeply.

"If only Irene was here."

There was plenty of food, but the variety of cooking was pitifully small. No matter what kind of meat it was, they simply sprinkled some spices on it and shipped them off to the ovens before serving them on some leaves.

Then there was all sorts of fruits. Some found on Earth, others he had never seen before.

It's said that in the desert far away, there were plants taller than city walls.

If Irene was present, he'd definitely be ecstatic.

Sitting next to him, a captain thought he was talking to him, but didn't understand what he was saying. He asking in embarrassment, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Nothing, I was just saying... how great it would be if my good brother Irene were here." Escaping Mole slowly repeated in Federation language.

"Uh..." As the captain gulped in shock, he guessed something from Escaping Mole’s expression. He quickly stopped talking.

“He’s dead.” Speaking on behalf of the captain, Escaping Mole poured a cup of wine at the side before mumbling softly, “In order to buy me time, he drove his tank out as bait to attract the enemy's firepower, and ended up taking a direct hit from a Wanderer... When I walked up to see, there wasn't even a corpse left."

The captain remained silent for a moment before patting him on his shoulder and consoling, "... Don't be too sad, the Spirit of the Desert will remember his bravery. Dying for sacred honor, his soul will enter the eternal oasis."

"I'm not sad, what's there to be sad about." Escaping Mole shook his head slowly, savoring a sip of wine. "Anyway, once I fall asleep, I'll be able to see that guy again."

Hearing him, everyone fell silent.

The captain sniffed, and a young lady from some family secretly wiped her eyes.

Going to a foreign land to fight, and having a comrade fall at the last moment before the battle ended... They would never be able to share a cup of wine again.

The look on Escaping Mole’s face was truly heart wrenching.

However, they didn't know that everything Escaping Mole said was true. Once the banquet started, he would find a place to lie down to sleep. Once he went offline... He would meet those fools again and start bragging!

There were no problems there! No one was lying!

The captain didn't say any more comforting words. He simply raised his glass and clinked it with Escaping Mole's.

"The New Alliance will always be our friend. I will not forget this kindness. May our friendship last forever!"

His tone was incredibly sincere and earnest.

Escaping Mole grinned and clinked glasses with him. "May our friendship last forever!"

Just as the words fell, the doors of the banquet hall suddenly opened. In the melodious music, a guard wearing a bulletproof vest quickly walked up to Sien.

"Sir, a plane has landed in the north. The pilot who came claims to be from the New Alliance."

Still confused about being given a good guy card, Sien was puzzled about why he was rejected. But hearing the guard's report, he immediately put aside romantic entanglements and became serious. "Bring him here."