Chapter 1 This

The mayor really wanted to say, "That's it?" but the words changed at the last moment as he lowered his voice and said, "No problem, I can arrange something for you, but I think it will have to wait until evening."

Li Ang nodded. "Evening won't be a problem."

In fact, the Ice Queen always encouraged tolerance and peace. Her church was open to all humans and non-humans alike. Even filthy, barbaric, cruel, and ignorant species like gnolls and goblins could enter and worship at will.

Because the church provided free water and bread, some vagrants and beggars (in reality, they weren't true vagrants, but ordinary residents who had reversed PC errors, said incorrect things, lost their jobs, and weren't accepted by social assistance centers—the real vagrants had all found good jobs with the help of social assistance centers),

frequently spent the night in the church, so it was difficult to find a time when it was empty.

Therefore, the mayor planned to hold a large gathering of African-American residents and local townspeople in the evening.

The gathering would also set aside a small corner for the vagrants, which would free up the church.

Li Ang chatted with the mayor for a while, discussing his experience in NBA event operations. Then, the mayor sent someone to start preparing for the gathering, and also had someone take Li Ang and his team to the church, and to "invite out" the vagrants in the church.

Li Ang thanked the mayor, called Lumberjack and his teammates, and followed the mayor's secretary to the church in the town center.

The atmosphere was rather oppressive along the way. Lumberjack Frederick was still reminiscing about the wonderful game he had just seen, muttering to himself.

John Joyce, Smoker, and Julia were embarrassed and silent.

And the black old man, Bob, his face was as gloomy as could be, his black face almost blending into the evening sky.

The group arrived at the church door led by the mayor's secretary. It was a Gothic-style church, built and carved from white megaliths, with two slender spires soaring into the clouds on the left and right, each with a snowflake-shaped sculpture on top.

If it were any other time, the mayor's secretary—who was also the mayor's nephew—would have been happy to introduce the history of Her Majesty the Ice Queen's church to outsiders, as it was the most glorious building in their town.

But now, the young man's mind was filled with thoughts of the basketball game and the upcoming gathering, and he wasn't in the mood for introductions.

He went directly into the church and discussed a few words with the priests (in order to oppose gender discrimination, the Queen's Church prohibits the use of the word "father," and priests no longer have gender requirements).

A few minutes later, the priests came out from the back door, and the vagrants who were praying and repenting in the church were also led out by the mayor's secretary.

After the mayor's secretary left, the church and the streets were empty, with only a few players and the lumberjack left.

Li Ang rubbed his hands and was about to step over the threshold when he was stopped by the black old man, Bob.

"Friend,"

Bob stood on the steps leading to the church, squinting at Li Ang, his fingers lightly gripping the trigger of his double-barreled shotgun, saying each word carefully, "Next time, don't joke about skin color, okay?"

"Sigh."

Julia sighed with a headache, covered her forehead, and with a wave of her hand, knocked out the lumberjack who didn't know what was going on.

Infighting is always the most annoying thing in a player team.

If the players grew up in the same civilization, the same country, with the same culture and skin color, then it would be easier, at least the two sides wouldn't have completely opposite views.

However, the players in this mission came from all over the world, with different skin colors, so it was hard to say that they could unite.

Dao-ge, who was proficient in Eastern culture, had just used a bunch of nonsense to successfully clear the church for them, avoiding conflict or triggering potential threats,

but the means he used did have a hint of mockery.

Bob, the black old man, had been treated differently because of his skin color in the real world, and was particularly sensitive to it.

The fact that he could endure it during the crosstalk performance was already considered calm and collected.

Now that the streets were empty, it was a good time to "negotiate" with this Dao-ge.

"I know that the people here are different from us. This land is not the land we live on."

Bob said expressionlessly, deliberately avoiding using words like "script world" to prevent eavesdropping. "But I don't like the jokes you make, and I'm disgusted by this behavior. If you do it again..."

The black old man's finger lightly caressed the trigger of his double-barreled shotgun, and a kind of iron-blooded and brutal aura condensed on his body.

"Calm down, brother, calm down."

John Joyce hurriedly held Bob's shoulder. "Don't get excited, okay? Dao-ge was just using a little trick, he didn't have any malice towards you..."

"You're saying that making jokes about watermelons, grape soda, and fried chicken to African-Americans isn't malicious?"

Bob glared at John Joyce. "This has nothing to do with you, step aside."

Faced with the dark muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun, John Joyce helplessly raised his hands and slowly backed away.

"Infighting at the very beginning of the mission."

The thin Latino youth, Smoker, muttered in a low voice, and took a few steps back like John Joyce.

Julia waved her hand, releasing invisible power to grab the unconscious lumberjack, retreat, and stand with John and the others.

Making space for Li Ang and Bob.

"Hmph."

Bob glanced at his teammates who consciously retreated, snorted coldly, and turned to look at Li Ang. "Don't think I don't know you're Asian.

Listen, I can let bygones be bygones for what happened before, but in the journey ahead, you better not joke about skin color again."

Bob had some understanding of the occult. One of his skills was to ignite voodoo objects, absorb the smoke, and see the perspective of an individual within his line of sight.

When Li Ang was performing crosstalk earlier, he had quietly switched to the perspective of an ordinary townsperson while hiding behind the crowd, and saw what Li Ang looked like in the eyes of the residents of this world (blurred by the system, he didn't know his exact appearance), and knew that the other party was an Asian youth.

Only African-American brothers and sisters can casually say the N-word, and casually joke about the N-word.

If people of other races make such jokes, it's definitely blatant racism, and they would be condemned and despised by everyone in America.

"What jokes?"

Faced with Bob's threat, the expression on Li Ang's face was somewhat blank. "Are you talking about the n-word?"