Chapter 3: Can I still eat?
Listening to those soulful words, Linde fell silent.

"..."

Rushing forward without any preparation is quite reckless and completely fits the stereotype of players.

Because we will not die, we are not afraid of death. This is how natural disasters should be.

"His body turned into a pile of ash and disappeared without a trace."

"That's probably a magical monster!"

"It could be a disaster!"

The soldiers were very nervous and started discussing the matter.

It is indeed a disaster, and it is known as the fourth natural disaster. However, Lind is in a good mood because he may get a tool man who will not die and has infinite work enthusiasm, provided that he is not treated as a monster.

"Find out the characteristics of the players. I used to be a player myself. Although I don't have a system, I know their style of doing things very well."

What is the player's style? No taboos!
They can give up everything in a noble way, or sacrifice everything in a wicked way.

In order to deliver a letter, one would travel thousands of miles and ignore any difficulties and obstacles.

You can also draw your sword and kill the teammate who just fought alongside you just because you think it's fun.

They are chaos itself, because this is just a game to them.

"The sentries, keep an eye on it." Lind couldn't explain the characteristics of the player to the soldiers, so he could only order, "Keep an eye on that person, and any other strangers who might appear, and notify me immediately."

Players are like cockroaches. When one appears, another nest will come. He doesn't want Star Dragon Outpost to be treated as a wild monster stronghold.

"Yes!"

"Everyone else, take turns standing guard after you finish eating." Lind tightened his coat. "Those of you who don't have a job for now, take out all the old clothes and discarded swords and shields in our warehouse, no matter if they are useful or not, and clean them up first."

"Yes!"

There are five houses in Star Dragon Outpost. One is used for eating and resting, one is Lind's residence, one is the residence of the remaining 9 soldiers, one is a warehouse, and the other is an empty room where some discarded items are randomly placed.

Linder returned to his room.

He wanted to research the official website, but found that he didn't have a registered account. If he wanted to register an account, he had to use a mobile phone and email verification code... He was in a different world and could not register, so he could only play as a tourist.

That’s not right. If I have a chance to get his phone number and email address in the future…it always seems very difficult, so don’t count on it.

The remaining functional sections are empty.

There are only a few people in the discussion forum who doubt whether this game really exists and it is not worth studying.

He dug out the box he had hidden under the bed.

Open the lock on the box and there is a letter on top.

"Tione", Linde's "ex-girlfriend", and the two nobles were engaged, but Linde was transferred to the border post.

According to normal development, although he was excluded, he could return with military merits to inherit the baron title and marry Tione in three to five years at most. Although he could not enter the center of power in the future, it would not be difficult for him to get a position in the Lander First Infantry Corps. Who made him follow his "good brother" Prince Royal Highness not become king, but his sister became queen.

This letter came from Goliath in the capital city of Golden City two years ago. In the letter, Tione said that she was chosen to become a clergyman of the church, but she never sent a letter since then. In addition, the huge changes brought about by the breaking of the magic ring completely cut off the contact between the two parties, and this "romance" naturally came to an end.

Linde took out a pen and paper and sat down at his desk to write and draw.

Although the appearance of the players was very unexpected, it also gave him a lot of ideas. It was definitely realistic to avoid the players who were destined to be the "protagonists", but he might be able to leverage their power.

"I don't know if they can kill monsters and level up, and whether they need to complete quests. Looking at my favorite Baisi's expression at the time, it didn't look like they had received any quests." Linde suddenly felt that he was a little impatient. He should have kept the players and observed them carefully, and then made targeted designs.

Lind quickly wrote: "First, determine the approximate number of players, and then their abilities and characteristics, and what they need. I probably can't provide them with experience... but they definitely need weapons, food, medicine and other resources, as well as a place to rest. I must also improve my strength, otherwise they may kill me directly after they become stronger... but I'm not a player, so I can't kill monsters to level up."

After he traveled through time, he also killed jackals, but he did not gain any experience or upgrade. He just remembered the delicious taste of that meal of wolf meat, otherwise he would not have been obsessed with it.

In a short while, he had written several sheets of paper.

After taking another closer look and finalizing the current action plan, Lind lit the paper and waited quietly for the flames to turn all the words into ashes.

Leaving text behind may very likely be obtained by players, which is unsafe.

Knowing that this world is a game and that he is considered an NPC by players is the only advantage Lind can think of.

"Sir!" The soldier knocked on the door, his voice filled with fear: "Sir, the green-haired man is back again!"

Favorite White Silk stood in front of Lind.

He was still only wearing a pair of white cloth shorts covering his lower body and was shivering from the cold, but his face was flushed and he was obviously very excited.

"Lord Lord!"

Favorite Baisi said excitedly: "I have found the traces of the jackals, but there are too many of them and they are too dangerous. I have no weapons or equipment..."

As he spoke, he looked at the one-handed sword at Lind's waist, his eyes flashing with eagerness. It was obvious that he didn't mind suddenly taking the weapon away, but considering the size difference and equipment difference between the two sides, he still restrained his inner thoughts.

Lind didn't mind using his eyes to warn the other party to be more honest, but he doubted that there was any point in doing so. If the player was forced into a corner, he could choose to delete his account and start over.

He calculated in his mind: "It will take half a day to revive again. Considering the resurrection point, the resurrection may take even less time."

This is already very terrifying. If the other party does not have any punishment, it will simply be another disaster monster.

"I think we need to talk about something," Lind asked him, "Would you like a bowl of hot soup?"

"Can I still eat?" Favorite Baisi rubbed her stomach and nodded quickly: "Eat, I'll eat!"

The narrow and dilapidated hut could not curb the curiosity of his beloved Baisi. After entering the house, he touched here and there, curious like a fool.

Old Pete kept holding back until he saw his beloved Bai Si reaching out to the fire.

"Don't!" Old Pete tried to stop him, but he was too late.

"Ah!" Favorite Baisi held his hands, a piece of charcoal fell to the ground, he rolled on the ground in pain: "Fuck, it's so hot, it's burning me to death!"

Linde: "..."

Old Pete: "..."

(End of this chapter)