Chapter 124 Small Commodity Processing Town
"Squeak~"

The scalding blade fell on the dragon skin spread on the ground. After being scaled, tanned, and finally dried to make leather, the dragon skin was easily cut apart like a piece of thin paper under the sharp blade.

Bud raised one arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, while the other three arms continued to work.

It is not easy to make a dragon skin armor. The knife in his hand is not an ordinary knife. The blade engraved with special magic patterns has the two functions of [sharpness] and [high temperature]. In addition, he has the strength that only those who are in a superior position can barely cut the dragon skin.

All in one go.

Bud casually threw the knife into the bucket. The high temperature instantly ignited the air, and the empty barrel burst into flames and high temperatures. The huge noise attracted other people around to look over here frequently.

"Huh~" Bud turned around, picked up the wine that had already cooled down in the cold wind, and gulped it down his throat to relieve the fatigue and heat accumulated in his chest.

This dragon skin armor made for Lord Lind was the product of Bard's hard work. Judging from the materials alone, the Kingdom of Rand would never have dared to imagine killing and skinning a dragon to make armor.

More elegant, more comfortable and more beautiful.

Bud kept in mind the requirements given by Lind. These were not a problem for him. Being able to put aside his concerns and make what he wanted to make was the driving force behind all this.

After conquering Holy Water Town, they did not stay in the old territory's lookout tower for too long. Bard was arranged to travel by water through the foothills of Red Dragon Mountain and enter Prey Town.

A group of soldiers were assigned to build fortifications.

As the undead also knew of the existence of the waterway, it was difficult to guarantee that no undead would sell the news to the new noble NPC, so the 90 Second Legion infantrymen... now they should be called Lion Soldiers, or Star Dragon Sentry Soldiers, who were responsible for guarding. Watchtowers, secret sentries, traps, etc. were built from the ground within a day, preparing for the worst.

At this time, Bard was enjoying the life in Prey Town. He wore the NPC's unique lion badge on his chest with the word "NPC" on it. It was very eye-catching and glowed at night, which was clearly distinguishable from the undead badge.

As the functions of the [Gold Medal] become more and more, Linde doesn't care whether it will destroy the sense of immersion. In his opinion, if the whole world is immersive, then not being immersed in it is the greatest immersion.

Linde is even planning to develop more new features in the future. For example, when an NPC wants to issue a task, they can no longer use the task scroll, but instead a [! ] will pop up from the lion badge, which is absolutely eye-catching.

If the algorithm is good enough and there are a lot of brains to help [Golden Seal] calculate, he will also add [?], truly monopolizing the task system, and each undead number will be individually matched.

But this requires a huge amount of computing power. The [Golden Badge] has the ability to achieve all of this, but it cannot become a computer. It seems to require a little bit of brain power. However, judging from the current state, Lord Serin is a little sluggish every day. The amount of Lion Badge computing he has to deal with has expanded from 60 undead to 120 undead + 600 residents of Prey Town + 90 soldiers + 200 residents of Holy Water Town.

The amount of calculations was far more terrifying than torture. Sirin's brain was forcibly borrowed to think, and she couldn't control her fatigue. Now the other party was begging, but without a tool, Linde would basically pretend not to hear.

It is also very important for Lind to design all of this. Who will dare to say that the new nobles are orthodox? You don't even have an exclamation mark or a question mark. You are a wild monster!
Bard drank the wine in one gulp. It had been a long time since he had experienced such a leisurely life. He collected the dragon skin and every scrap could be used to make something very interesting.

Marching bags, leather boots, leather ropes, or other small mechanism buckles, this is the dragon skin of a superior earth dragon!
"Fortunately, the skin of an earth dragon is not afraid of fire." When the lord bursts out with all his strength, his body will be burned by terrible flames. If he were to wear ordinary armor, it would definitely be burned and deformed.

What Bard regretted a bit was that he lacked the Heart of Disaster, otherwise he would have been able to borrow a little bit of the earth dragon's power when it was alive, perhaps allowing this set of dragon skin armor to gain some bonus of magma power.

But this is not bad.

After cutting, it needs to be soaked in potion, and then there is the enchantment process, which is quite time-consuming.

Bard turned and left. He had more important tasks to do than making dragonhide armor for the lord to please him.

The town of Prey, packed with nearly a thousand people, seemed to have returned to its pre-apocalyptic bustle, with everyone working bustlingly.

People who know how to do manual labor are always in high demand, so Bud went to the blacksmith factory.

In the open-air blacksmith factory, nearly a hundred strong men were hammering with hammers. It was a cold winter, but they were shirtless, and beads of sweat on their bodies slid down the texture of their skin and muscles like rain.

"Bang!"

"Lord Bard!"

The man with the hammer, who was busy with his work, turned his head to look at Bud, and quickly stood up and saluted.

The other blacksmiths also stopped and followed suit.

Although Old Cherry is still the mayor, everyone knows that the group of iron-blooded foreign soldiers are the lord's true confidants. The four-armed Lord Bad in front of them has a much higher status than Old Cherry.

"Keep working," Bud frowned, "We must get everything out within the time limit!"

"Yes!" The blacksmiths were well fed and had more energy to work.

"How is it?" Bud walked towards Han.

"The skills of these blacksmiths are very poor. It will probably take several months to produce 90 sets of armor." Han was helpless: "And the armor produced is not very good."

"First produce light armor with iron plates, so that our brothers can at least wear thicker armor."

Lind has already pointed out the seriousness of the new nobility many times. Bard, Lance, Han and others also know clearly that the confrontation between the new and old nobility is inevitable.

The only thing they could do was to produce as much armor as possible to give themselves a greater advantage in the war.

Unlike Lind's certainty, everyone had a strong distrust of the undead. They didn't know why the lord was so confident that the undead would act according to his orders, because they often heard the undead say shocking things by chance.

For example, whether killing the lord will drop equipment, whether killing Lance will drop an ice bow, etc.

Rebellion, treason! These undeads were born to be with the bastards of Leon. But the Lord's orders were absolute.

If they wanted to betray, like Frostwatch, they would have already done so.

Those who do not betray will become more loyal. What keeps them alive is not only the desire to survive, but also that tiny bit of hope, or it would be more appropriate to call it "what if?"

The existence of Lind means that the Kingdom of Rand still exists. All the nobles have royal blood for several generations, so even if Lind becomes the king of the Kingdom of Rand, it is legitimate.

Not to mention that Lind is very strong.

"How's the making of the trap going?" Bud didn't forget his other job.

Production machinery trap.

Hunting, tracking, delayed firing and other mechanisms are not a big problem for Bud.

More materials are needed, but the production scale and quality of the blacksmiths in Prey Town cannot keep up. Currently, out of 10 pieces produced, only 3 can be used. The rest are either too big or too small, and are completely waste for the mechanisms that require precision.

If you want to use it, you have to polish the parts by hand, which is quite time-consuming.

"Let's have a drink tonight"

Bud patted Han on the shoulder, turned around and left. He was busy.

He happened to meet old Cherry on the side of the road.

"Lord Bud!" Old Cherry knew how to put himself in the right position.

Lind never mentioned removing old Cherry from the position of mayor, and Bud never said he wanted to seize power. Their eyes were only on the "new nobility" and Goliath, and the town of Prey was nothing more than a mud pit.

The tacit understanding between the two parties is that old Cherry manages the lives and discipline of ordinary people, and Bud is in charge of production and commodities. They do not interfere with each other, but they are implicitly required to obey Bud.

"Mr. Mayor" Bud did not despise the other party because of his weak body, and nodded and greeted him in response.

"Are we going to...?" Bud looked at the group of people behind Old Cherry.

"Go move the food," said Old Cheri helplessly, "Prey Town now has to feed nearly a thousand people, so a large amount of food needs to be transported every day."

With the storage capacity of the granary, not to mention thousands of people, even tens of thousands of people can be easily supported for a month.

However, as the number of people in the territory increased, Old Cherie naturally began to worry, especially since it was said that there had been no food in the granary for some time.

Eating up all the food... Even though there are thousands of people working hard now, the situation will probably become quite ugly when they have no food to eat.

"Ah, speaking of food," Bard seemed to have remembered something: "The Lord asked me to study a circulating water system before."

Lind just casually mentioned soilless cultivation. Not only Bud, but also Micko and Brittany were assigned the task. They needed to study the cultivation nutrient solution.

Only by truly breaking away from the constraints of the land can we truly achieve self-sufficiency in food.

But it is too early to do all this. The undead will do any work as long as they can earn points for the faction. They will not mind the work if they are willing to work hard. At most, they will say a few words of "cyber corvée" and then rush to do the work. They are more useful than any slaves. At present, the undead can completely solve the food problem.

After saying goodbye to old Cherry, Bud walked to the other side.

Clothing processing factory.

This is the most important batch of goods at present.

Bud had never seen this type of clothing before. It was too small to be called a skirt. It felt like it was only the size of a palm. He didn't know what effect it would have on a person when worn.

And he is also responsible for enchanting these clothes.

The first point is to look good, requiring more exposure, and the second is to have various additional functions. For this reason, Bud had to recruit female workers on a large scale. Women who have been living at the bottom of society now have opportunities. They can earn more food through their own work and live a better life.

In addition to clothes, there are also various pendants, accessories and so on.

Gold, gems, etc. are worthless in the doomsday and are all recycled to make various accessories and pendants.

There's no need to spend a lot of time enchanting these little things; their only function is to look good.

Nearly a thousand people are fully operational, production lines are being rolled out, and the entire town of Prey has been plunged into an atmosphere of enthusiastic work.

They eat well, live well, and they love this job so much.

The cruel lord exploits the NPCs using piecework, and then turns around and uses the things produced by the NPCs with cheap labor to exploit the immortals.

But no one felt that what he did was wrong. Everyone was praising the Lord, the great Lord Linde!

　Thanks to Wang Nongbo for his 500 reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)