Chapter 133 NPC Rat Man

There are no more hints in the 1.03 version update, and players have to guess everything.

But Lind was almost instantly certain that it was him that was being talked about.

Or... is my appearance actually part of the game process? No, that's definitely not the case. If I hadn't done it myself, then the BOSS of this faction might have been Lance from the old territory's lookout tower.

And besides here, there should be faction bosses appearing in the main cities of other regions.

He scanned the post so quickly that he didn't even notice that his horse had stopped.

"no!"

Currently, only Lind's Star Dragon Outpost has launched the "siege gameplay".

"The official game may not exist," Lind boldly guessed, "Update 1.02 can't say much, but Update 1.3 is definitely related to me."

Maybe the old nobles can also become officials? For example, after killing all the new nobles.

Lind finally noticed the change in the scenery before him. He had already arrived at the gate of Prey Town on horseback.

The appearance of Prey Town, which I haven't visited for a long time, has not changed much, except that the gatekeepers have been replaced by regular soldiers.

Riding on a disaster horse with a volcanic bird following behind him, Lind appeared like a disaster knight.

Just now, when the patrolling soldiers saw a figure wearing golden plate armor riding a strange and ferocious warhorse appearing on the horizon, they immediately went on alert, and the newly built crossbow bed on the city wall was aimed at Lind. Fortunately, someone recognized Lind's identity in time, mainly because they had seen the armor on Lind.

"grown ups!"

The soldier looked at the disaster horse with bloodshot eyes in awe. As a soldier, he should go up and lead the horse, but this thing's teeth were different from those of ordinary horses. They looked better than those of a lion. Could it be that it was going to eat people?

The sticky saliva dripping from the disaster horse's mouth and the "rumbling" sound of its belly made a cat-like sound, stimulating the heartbeat of every soldier around. The hands holding the weapons tightened, but the weapons did not bring them the slightest sense of security. Instead, the rapid secretion of sweat in their hands made their palms feel slippery.

Lind threw out the chain, nailing the Disaster Horse and the Volcano Bird to the ground along with the [Broken Sword of the Scavenger Princess]. The broken sword served as an anchor.

Taking off the helmet, Lind's short golden hair and tough and handsome face were revealed.

He casually handed the helmet to the soldier beside him.

"Sir!" Old Cherry rushed over as soon as he got the news. Old Cherry, who had not been seen for a while, did not look in good condition.

"You've lost weight," Lind said in surprise.

Old Cherry smiled awkwardly and rubbed his hands like a fly: "I've never managed so many people before."

He was indeed a little overwhelmed. Never have too high expectations on the quality of the lower class people struggling at the end of the world. According to the report Lind received from old Cherry, he had killed as many as 8 people.

Beheaded in public.

But it can only serve as a warning on the day of the murder, because the bad habits have already taken root.

When there are too many people, the rat people who rely on their power to bully others will hide themselves, and even a search will yield no good results.

Lind did not blame Cherry Sr.

A few months ago, the other party was just a profiteer who withheld food from ordinary people, but now he has to take charge of the food, drink, defecation and urination of thousands of people. After gaining power, old Chelly himself is too lazy to be greedy, but he has no way to prevent his subordinates from being greedy.

Although Lind didn't care about food corruption, his profits were too huge. Every time the NPCs made an inconspicuous trinket, Lind could exchange it with the undead for points. The points could drive the undead to grow a lot of food, and the food was enough for the NPCs to make a basket of trinket.

The two parties have an information gap that they cannot understand each other. Linde, which holds the final right to interpret the points, is the link that allows the two parties to exchange their interests.

Having said that, Lind couldn't accept someone taking advantage of him right under his nose. In his eyes, it was just a small profit, but for ordinary people, it was a huge profit, enough to exchange for lives.

"Where's Han?"

"I'll take you this way."

"Well, let's talk as we go."

Lind walked forward, and old Cherry bent over and talked about recent developments beside him, but sweat kept flowing down his forehead.

The sentry soldiers who had once been blackmailed by him now felt stressed just by hearing their breathing, and old Cherry had a premonition that someone would die today.

"That is to say, even though there was sufficient food distribution every day and people were supervising, some people still fainted from hunger. Even if they were not named, no one would know if they died of starvation?"

He is a lord who likes to exploit others, but that doesn't mean he is inhumane. On the contrary, as long as they work for him and provide enough labor, the NPCs can have enough food and clothing.

We want to develop our population, but some people are working against us.

“Who is responsible for distributing the food?”

"There are 30 people"

"Bring them all here."

"Yes!"

Lind was already standing in front of the blacksmiths' forge. He didn't say anything about Bard and Han's decision to build armor to supplement their combat power. At present, the construction of the post station has not been completely formed. Only after his soldiers have tamed enough disaster horses will they really start the production of related peripherals.

The market for linked trinket items is already completely saturated with 180 undead beings.

Unless you keep releasing new products, you won’t be able to sell them all.

After the last round of sales of small accessories and clothes, the undead people's points were almost emptied. Now the undead people are clearly trying to save points for mounts, so Linde slowed down the production pressure.

Don’t be in a hurry to earn points, save them up first and then grow them.

He and Han were chatting casually and mentioned weapon modifications.

"You'll have to ask Lord Bard for that. Everything he makes is beautiful."

Han wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt a little confused about the modification proposed by Lind.

More beautiful, more gorgeous, and the idea of ​​equipping the sword with a scabbard and the shield with a scabbard really opened Han's eyes. Is there really anyone who would spend points just for beauty?
He also roughly understood the points and the rules of how it worked, but understanding that didn't mean he thought it was reasonable. On the contrary, he thought it was a disgrace to honor to digitize honor in detail and spend it like currency. He also found it difficult to understand that one could leave a faction at will, but only reset the faction points, but could join a faction at will.

Is this a punishment? There is no punishment at all for betrayal!

Fortunately, these rules only apply to the undead.

"Just some special designs," Lind emphasized, "For example, when making weapons, you can pair them up or down, add some small designs to make them look like they are from the same series, and you can give them any name you want, such as the Han suit or the Bard suit."

As long as there are many varieties, there will always be people willing to spend money to buy them, and all the blacksmiths have to pay is a little bit of thought on the appearance design.

"Just some changes to the appearance?"

“Just some changes to the appearance.”

(End of this chapter)