Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 690 - 644 Questioning the Mayor

"That's really quite a commercial mindset!" Perfikot quickly figured out what the whole process was about.

It must be said that this mayor is indeed quite a talent, able to come up with such a brilliant idea.

From the situation she observed, it really is a good idea, akin to performances at some so-called theme parks in the original world.

Except that the people in Railway Town put on more dedicated performances, and the effects are more realistic.

After all, performances in the original world are more about acting, pursuing effects, and everyone knows they're fake.

Whereas the performances in this town have a strong sense of realism, and most of the actors aren't real actors; they don't know how to 'act', and their natural performances add a touch of authenticity.

This already brings a great sense of novelty to Perfikot, not to mention those train passengers who haven't experienced it before.

Who has seen this kind of spectacle before! Native attacks on towns! Murder even! Hanging heads on spears!

This would be an incredible topic of conversation even in the original world before Perfikot crossed over, and for the people of the Northern Territory in this era, it would be a hot topic for months.

As long as this small town continues with such performances, as their reputation spreads, it will only attract more and more people to come.

Judging by the behavior of some passengers on the platform earlier, it's clear they have been here more than once and have figured out the general routine, knowing they're not in danger.

But even so, Perfikot could still see anticipation and eagerness on these people's faces.

Obviously, they can't resist activities filled with a wild air, with their male hormones stirring restlessly.

But that doesn't mean there aren't any problems.

Perfikot thought for a moment and asked the 'police': "What if some fool pulls out a gun and joins the fight?"

"No way, we've greased the wheels with the staff on the platform, plus we have people like me disguised as police officers; we'll pin down any fool who wants to join the fight immediately." The 'police' shrugged, looking rather unconcerned: "Besides, our performance area is quite some distance from the train station. Passengers on the train can see the performance, but it's hard for them to actually participate.

And people generally gravitate towards favorable conditions and avoid danger. Hotheads wanting to join a conflict are indeed rare; most people will instinctively hide somewhere safer."

"Sounds good, it seems your mayor really is talented." Perfikot generously praised, but also added: "I need to meet your mayor. Although this performance is indeed good and poses no real threat, there are still some issues, and I need to discuss them thoroughly with your mayor."

Upon hearing this, the 'police' showed a hint of worry and trepidation on his face.

He knew that what they were doing wasn't without problems—it's just that the mayor has been good at managing things, and nothing has happened so far, so the town's approach could continue.

Now that the Lord's office is aware of this, problems are coming to light.

Although Perfikot didn't show any intention of targeting the town and seemed enthusiastic, who can guarantee this lady from the Lord's office doesn't have other thoughts?

What if she thinks it's dangerous and likely to cause public safety issues and security risks?

The thoughts of important people are sometimes completely different from those of common folk. The 'police' understood this profoundly.

Yet he had no good solution, nor could he think of any good explanation to offer Perfikot. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

On the contrary, knowing the dangers of these performances in town made him even more worried about this matter.

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Since she planned to have an in-depth talk with the mayor, Perfikot booked a room in the town's inn. Despite the loud banging in town indicating a night performance was still ongoing, the mayor still appeared in front of Perfikot.

"Are you the mayor of Railway Town? I must say, you have great creativity and commercial acumen." Perfikot scrutinized the unimpressive young man before her and praised him.

The mayor had already changed into a clean outfit, no longer clad in the rugged native attire she saw during the day, making him look scholarly, more like a well-educated civil servant or business elite rather than a native leader performing executions earlier.

"Thank you for your praise. May I know your surname? I heard you're from the Lord's office?" The mayor was courteous, politely greeting Perfikot and wanting to know her identity.

Perfikot, her curiosity piqued, smiled and said: "My last name is Brandelis, I'm a distant relative of the Lord, tasked with collecting some basic information about various towns in the Northern Territory.

Your town is quite distinctive, and this model is impressive too, so I'd like to chat and understand your thoughts to report to the Lord."

Perfikot's words changed the mayor's expression to one of surprise, but also some concern.

"It seems you also understand that your approach has some risks and problems." Perfikot noticed his expression change and pinpointed the mayor's most worried concern.

The mayor showed helplessness but still explained to Perfikot: "Yes, I know this can lead to some problems, but considering the town's development, I had no choice but to do this.

After all, with the coming winter, there are too many issues the town must face, and if we only rely on some commercial income from passing trains, the town can hardly develop significantly.

The current performances may cause some issues, but as long as precautions are taken, nothing unmanageable should occur.

Compared to the benefits this can bring to the town, I believe the minor troubles are within a tolerable range."

"In theory, that's correct. But have you thought about what happens if such performances inspire copycat crimes?" Perfikot looked at the mayor, speaking with a somewhat serious tone: "If indeed bandits or robbers attack a town, their motive might be to imitate your town's performance, what would you do then?"

"I..." Perfikot's question struck at the heart, leaving the mayor speechless.

His moral compass was still high; otherwise, as a mayor, he wouldn't think of such a way to bring income to the town and participate in the performances himself.

And with a high moral compass, he naturally realized the seriousness of Perfikot's question even more.