Chapter 352 Triumph

In mid-February, the northern hemisphere enters the humid and warm early spring, and the southern hemisphere is about to end its long summer.

Only the equatorial region between the two can never get rid of the heat and dryness. The sun hanging in the sky releases amazing heat unimpeded 365 days a year.

However, at the pier in Kinshasa, a group of soldiers wearing shirts lined up in a straight line, struggling to block the dense crowds of onlookers on both sides. The competition between the two sides made everyone sweat profusely, and the salt water was printed on the white shirts, leaving behind Brown stains.

Standing at the front of the queue was a young man wearing a military cap. He was handsome and his eyes revealed a strategist that belied his age.

The young man was surrounded by two girls who looked similar but had very different temperaments.

The area where they stood was like an invisible cordon. No matter how daring the people were, they would not dare to rush into them or anyone within fifty meters of them.

About three days ago, in order to welcome this triumph, this young man with a military cap recruited a large number of strong men to work for him, widened the river at the mouth of the sea, sewed luxurious carpets, and even formed a temporary band.

Most people did not want to participate, but when they thought about the youth's iron-fist rule in Kinshasa over the past month, they reluctantly completed the preparations for the ceremony.

They couldn't wait for the young man's "immediate boss", the legendary ranger, the leader of the [World Tree], to come back and restrain his behavior.

Not only that, as the capital of Bantu, the people of Kinshasa have many ways to obtain information. They have heard about the feats accomplished by the forest ranger in Ivory Coast and Lakoon for a long time, and they can't wait to see him - this man who fell from the sky. The "great leader".

Therefore, no matter what mood they were in, people gathered at the pier early, tiptoeing, and looking forward to it.

"Woo——"

A ship's whistle sounded, like some kind of alarm. The tens of thousands of noisy people all fell silent. Next to the young man in a military hat, a short man with fair skin and rosy skin jumped up.

"My ship has returned safely!"

"And our rangers, [angel investors]." Meyer corrected him sternly.

"Of course, I'm going to go up and give him a big hug." David rubbed his hands, "To the hero!"

"First come, first served, David, Misulu has reserved the first blessing, and then my sister and I." Mezo smiled and spread his hands, "You can't jump in line."

"Otherwise, watch your back." Misulu said coldly without looking back.

David took a breath and subconsciously touched the back of his neck. He knew that some of the ghosts summoned by Misulu would use blow darts to accurately insert into other people's arteries.

"My ability to use mysteries is amazing. When I awaken, I will definitely become the super source level that will kill you all violently... No, maybe I can become a legendary statue."

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and David turned around with an easy-going Eastern face.

"Actually, you already have mysterious abilities."

"What?"

"Of course it's your money-making ability." Fu Bin winked humorously, "Angel investor, you can make me an offer I can't refuse."

"Sorry, I can't quite understand you." David took a step back awkwardly, "Please speak English, okay?"

"I speak English."

Suddenly there was a chorus of exclamations from the dock. Taking advantage of Fu Bin's distraction, David quickly moved away from the Dragon Country man who thought he was good at telling jokes, and looked at the rippling horizon again.

In addition to his magnificent ship, there were actually seven or eight ships approaching, as well as an extremely sophisticated, expensive, and huge ship.

God bless us, we must not have been attacked by some country!

Fortunately, the next moment, the green flag belonging to the [World Tree] was raised on the bow of the ship, and the other ships followed it obediently, including the expensive-looking ship.

"The ranger is back!" Misulu raised his pistol high and fired a shot into the sky, "Cheers!"

Without him giving orders, the people at the dock burst into excitement, shouting fanatical and admiring words in various languages. The soldiers maintaining public order had to use their not-so-strong bodies to maintain order with increasing difficulty. .

"Hey, the ranger also installed a bow image on my boat." David's eyes widened and he moved the telescope, "Where is that god? Why does it have wings of two different colors? Oh my God, I'm not very good at it. Love this heretic idol!”

"Let me know." Fu Bin took the telescope from him, was silent for a while, and said uncertainly, "Well, the statue you mentioned... seems to be Edward Roberts."

"The Lion Country reporter who always corrected my pronunciation and grammar?" David was stunned. "He was welded to the bow of my boat?"

"The first possibility is that he angered the forest ranger and was punished with death; the second possibility..." Fu Bin brushed his fingers over the stubble on his chin, "He is now a mysterious person."

"What an ugly mystery man."

"Everyone has different aesthetics. I think the little things are quite unique, a bit like a non-mainstream penguin show." Seeing David step back again, Fu Bin grabbed him with quick eyes and hands, "But Edward is not this time. Protagonist. Investors, look to the sky!”

David raised his head and saw a line of glowing code appearing in the sky. The font was very large and bold.

"Good morning, users of the World Tree. I am the developer of this system, the Forest Ranger. First of all, thank you all for coming together to celebrate my return. I hope that with our concerted efforts, Bantu will become more prosperous."

This short line of words stumped 80% of the people present.

Although it is the capital, a large number of people have only completed primary school, and those who have received education may not necessarily understand French.

Just as many people were scratching their heads and whispering to each other, a mechanical sound without emotion sounded, as if it was echoing in everyone's ears, clear and loud.

It first read the text in English, followed by French, Bantu, Kituba and other local languages. Each notification lasted for 20 seconds, and it lasted for 5 minutes before it ended.

Thanks to him, tens of thousands of people present understood the message conveyed by the Forest Ranger.

The port was silent at first, and then cheers like waves broke out, resounding through the clear blue sky.

The people didn't know why their emotions were suddenly so excited, perhaps because they hadn't understood the rulers' meaning for a long time.

"Please be quiet!"

This phrase took a minute and a half to play, and the people's emotions just calmed down, and words appeared in the sky again.

"Secondly, I have a message here. The World Tree System will hold a second job fair to recruit talented, knowledgeable and capable employees. If you are interested, please report at the entrance of the Capitol from February 15th to 25th. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Second job fair?"

Misulu and others did not need voice playback, they all understood French, and their expressions were different for a while.

"This is a small update of the World Tree System - dictation is enabled. We are about to open a Lakongo branch office, which requires more manpower, and the personnel stationed in Kinshasa will also be adjusted - the future schedule is full of busy schedules."

A calm and pleasant voice sounded from the other side of the crowd, and Misulu turned his head suddenly, only to see the black-haired young man standing in the morning light.

"Long time no see, companions, I'm back."

"Lin!"

Misulu rushed forward and hugged Lin An, who also hit his thick and powerful back.

"Misulu, you did a good job."

During his time with the Red Poppy Merchants, Lin An had been using the "Communicate with Developers" module to keep in touch with everyone in Kinshasa.

Under their management, the situation was stable. Kinshasa after the war restored the stability of the former Bantu capital, and the chaos in other areas gradually subsided.

Not only that, Black Cat Okonkwo raised an army of nearly 10,000 people in a short period of time, Meyer basically reset the cabinet, and the other members also made achievements in their areas of expertise.

But these improvements are inseparable from Misulu's "help".

Without Lin An, [Prophet] is not good at or likes fighting, Misulu has become a mysterious person who rushes to the front line, and the "War Emperor" provides a lot of help in management and support.

"It is my responsibility to build the territory." Misulu let go of Lin An, showing his white teeth, "Lin, let's go, let's go to the Capitol."

"Are you going to work right after you come back?" Lin An frowned, "I was thinking about resting for a while at the Presidential Palace."

Hearing his words, Misulu's expression was a little subtle. Without waiting for Lin An to ask, the sisters Mezo and Meyer came up to him from the left and right, decorating Lin An's hair with flower petals. This was their way of celebrating the "hunting victory."

Immediately afterwards, David strode over and wanted to hug Lin An. After feeling Misulu's unfriendly gaze, he slightly agreed and trotted to his ship.

"Forest ranger, I, uh..."

Lin An cast his eyes on the last ranger, Fu Bin, who scratched his ears and cheeks, and couldn't hold back a few words of celebration for a long time, so he simply followed David's footsteps.

"I'll go see the reporters."

"The second job fair may be an opportunity to replace him." Misulu raised his lips, "Although he is the best architect I have ever seen, the content and way he speaks are inexplicably unpleasant."

"Colleagues are not necessarily your friends. I didn't get along well with some colleagues before." Lin An brought the topic back, "Misulu, is there something wrong in the presidential palace?"

Misulu scratched his head, and Mezo looked around and lowered his voice.

"Lin, a powerful mysterious person came not long ago, and he said by name that he wanted to see you."

"Looking for me?" Lin An raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well. The first thing he said was, 'I'm looking for Lin An'?"

Lin An's pupils shrank. Who is this guy?

He actually knew his Chinese name.

"We told him that there was no Lin An here, but after listening to our explanation, he changed his mind and said he wanted to find you."

"Did this person reveal his identity or purpose?"

"It is dangerous to let strangers wander around the territory, so I asked the [Prophet] to find a way to lock him up in the presidential palace." Misulu took over the conversation, "Anyway, his original words were 'Tell the forest ranger that I am the messenger of another Lin'." (End of this chapter)