Chapter 226: The Song of the White Knights

Under the pressure of Linde's tyranny, the people of Cuigang were very cooperative, and the people living here had long become numb.

Lind walked towards the shed in Cuigang. The crude construction techniques would not be of much use in the cold winter, but the people in Cuigang lived a good life.

It can feed a group of people, and the people here have not been hit by too many disasters.

The defense is just a simple wooden fence, which may not be able to stop even an adult who can jump.

But even in this situation, Cuigang lives a very stable life.

"Do you have arable land?" Linde asked casually.

The person who spoke "A Piece of Green Land" was a middle-aged man. He could already be considered an "old man". People over 40 years old were not common, but his difficult living conditions made him look very old.

"That land can grow some fruit, and we will feed the pigs with the fruit."

Lind's eyes lit up, there was no mutated meat: "No wonder I could always smell the fruity scent."

"Have undead appeared here before?"

Previously, 3000 people appeared in several novice villages, but most of the novice villages failed to cause much trouble, and the undead people only experienced the "Medieval Farming Simulator" or "Medieval Bandit Fighting Simulator" for a period of time.

"Yes."

There's nothing to hide.

All the villagers were ordered to gather in front of the open space in Cuigang. The sky gradually turned dim, and Linde scanned every dull face.

Until he waited for the village's "protagonist lady".

Lind felt that his favorite step must be plundering the poster girl. The mastermind behind the scenes might not be very familiar with the game and therefore often made some mistakes, but he must know what the players want.

It may be a coincidence, but most of the novice villages will have a beautiful and capable poster girl.

They all have great potential for growth, such as the rabbit-toothed witch Ms. Miko, the greedy snake Brittany, the necromancer Morena, and the fence-sitter Milam.

This is a beautiful woman.

This may sound a bit vague, but she left a deep impression on Lind and the soldiers at the scene, because compared to her pretty face, you were definitely more curious about where the thin silver necklace around her neck went.

"Miss Doris?"

He felt that the name sounded familiar, a lady of integrity.

"I know you." She raised her head and found a blond man in front of her, smiling and looking at her...cleavage.

"You are very different from the last time I saw you," Doris couldn't help but say.

He had never hidden his preferences, so he didn't care about the sarcasm in Doris's words.

The people of the Rand Kingdom are pure, otherwise there wouldn't be so many messy illegitimate children. Lind suspected that he also had illegitimate brothers and sisters, but the right of inheritance protected him well.

Lind's eyes moved upwards and rested on Doris's face: "The Narrator is yours..."

"My grandmother," Doris answered.

He recognized Lind at a glance, the baron's son who followed the eldest prince all day long, but this guy never looked at his face at first glance, second glance, or even at all.

"You are really very different from what you were before," Doris said.

"Hahaha!" Lind laughed. "It's great to meet you. It's great in every sense, Doris. We have a lot to talk about!"

The recorders would sometimes record the content of the nobles' conversations at banquets, certain special quotations, etc., and finally compile history books based on these contents. However, as far as Lind knew, these things would eventually become garbage texts for self-entertainment.

Occasionally, some anecdotes from within the royal palace would be exaggerated and spread through the mouths of bards, and then spread by word of mouth among ordinary people, turning into royal scandals.

The recorder was not a noble, but at most a court lady. Moreover, Lind suspected that no one except the Kingdom of Rand would set up a special position to record what they said every day.

Since there is an acquaintance here...although he and the other party are not familiar with each other, the other party knows him but he does not know the other party, but when fellow villagers meet, they will always be closer.

They entered a shed, which was cramped but well insulated.

There is a table here covered with writings that Doris had recorded.

"Are you still taking notes?" Lind pointed to the paper on the table.

"This is my job, a family legacy." She nodded and told Lind to take a look. "I've been in the north all the time," Lind said.

"I know" Doris pointed to the paper on the table.

Linde nodded: "I forgot, don't try to hide any gossip from your ears."

"Before the end of the world, to be exact."

Lind was about to say something briefly when he noticed that Doris had picked up the pen and was looking up at him.

"You want to write this down?"

"You are the lord I will serve in the future, aren't you?"

"I never thought about having a recorder," Lind shook his head. He was occasionally very proud and sometimes quite narcissistic, but that didn't mean he needed someone to record his every word and action.

Linde advised: "Don't write yet, we should have a good chat."

“Pick up a pen and it makes it easier for me to think,” Doris said.

After the correction failed, Lind had no choice but to nod. He was quite polite to his "acquaintances", on the condition that they didn't show their fangs, otherwise his head would be smashed.

Lind briefly explained his situation and then said, "We still hope to return to Goliath."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult." Doris used her little finger to gently hook a strand of hair hanging down from her forehead. "Prince Kurt has gone mad, completely mad. Not long after Queen Rania ascended the throne, the magic ring was broken, and then chaos broke out everywhere. The legion was sent out to quell the rebellion."

She recalled but did not stop writing.

Lind glanced down and realized that what she had written down was completely different from what she had said. The pen recorded the experience that Lind had just briefly described, but what Doris said was what she had seen and heard about Goliath.

However, Linde was a little uncomfortable with the way she addressed him.

Prince of Cote? He always called him the eldest prince.

"The prince took the potion and gained great power. Queen Rania left under the protection of the Royal Guards. I was also in that fleeing team."

"Then?"

"We had a hard time," Doris recalled. "The third legion, the cavalry legion, and the royal guards of the Land Kingdom were as fragile as glass when facing those disaster monsters. Then we got separated. Then I came to Cuigang."

"Cuigang has always been very good, but Scimitar's temperament suddenly changed a while ago."

Scimitar, the great knight who was shot dead by Pierre with an arrow.

Lind nodded.

"Have you seen it many times?"

"Many times," Lind nodded, "They admire the new nobles very much."

Doris looked up in surprise, as if she didn't expect to hear the term "new aristocracy" from Lind's mouth. He should have called them rebels, with the pride and dignity of the aristocracy.

"What happened next?" Lind continued to ask without explaining. He didn't have much sense of aristocratic honor, let alone the arrogance and persistence of aristocrats.

"Scimitar is very tough. Later, dozens of very strange undead came to Cuigang. There was no way this place could support so many people, but Scimitar insisted on letting them stay. This group of people are hardworking and behave strangely. They are both hateful and hard to dislike." Doris was trying to find the exact adjective.

The narrator has an enormous vocabulary, but now she is at a loss for words.

"Chaos," Lind said.

"Yes, chaos!" Doris wrote quickly. This word made her feel like she had found a treasure, as if all her thoughts were suddenly cleared up.

Doris continued writing, "Later, Raven City sent people to take the undead to Raven City, but the undead suddenly disappeared some time ago."

Because of the update, the immortals were offline for "one day".

Finally, it came to the part that Linde was concerned about: "Do you know which faction that Raven City belongs to?"

Just like the city of Leon is the disaster executioner from the Great Rift, this is a real world and the new nobles did not suddenly jump out.

"The Lord of Raven City is a White Knight"

(End of this chapter)