Chapter 37: Not a lord, but a service industry

The broken sword of the Carrion-Eating Princess radiates a bright light.

I hid the sword under the quilt and looked at it carefully. Wow, it was luminous.

It flickers, as if it can breathe.

Green weapon.

Lind checked the posts on the official website and found that some players had already begun to guess the attributes of the "Broken Sword of the Scavenger Princess". However, due to ownership issues, the undead's ability to "see data with just a glance" could not be used, so he could only rely on his imagination.

There was also a group of players discussing trying to kill Lind and get his equipment, but these players would add a dog head emoticon after their comments, which could be identified as just empty talk.

Inside the Star Dragon Outpost, the undead began to work busily or rather harass the NPCs, with several women and children bearing the brunt of the attack.

After a while, the women found their groove. Occasionally, giving out a useless Rand gold coin would get the undead men to work enthusiastically.

But no one dared to really play tricks on the undead, they just regarded it as an opportunity to stay in Star Dragon Outpost.

Although the lord did not say it explicitly, everyone could guess it.

If the immortals don't need you, there's no need for you to stay.

As the Lord, Lind was on patrol, but not to supervise the undead, but to see if others were fulfilling their NPC responsibilities.

"My Lord, I think we should use No. 42 concrete to repair the wall, because the length of the screws can easily affect the torque of the excavator..."

Linde, who had just walked to the broken wall, said: "..."

Do you think you are humorous when you make jokes about an NPC?

This seems to be what they are passionate about.

Yes, that's what we players are like.

He took a look at the hole in the wall. He had barely covered it up before, but it was just a patchwork. Although he arranged this task to keep the undead people from being idle, he also wanted to solve the last hidden danger.

There is a hole in the wall, no more good dreams.

Several players seemed to suddenly have their minds opened.

"Cancer! How to make concrete? You need to learn!"

"This wall looks very thick, but it seems to be made of pure stones. If it is demolished and reinforced concrete is used, will it be acceptable?"

"Why not just renovate it to this extent and build a castle? How about DIY a medieval castle, Hogwarts? It would be very participatory, dig a moat outside, and bury dragon spears under the corners of the walls."

"I'll call a few of my MC friends. They're all out exploring. We can do this when we have nothing to do at night."

"I'll go offline and look for some information and tutorials later."

Looking at the people who were discussing enthusiastically, Lind wanted to remind them that he only needed to fill the hole with something sturdier instead of just tearing down the entire wall and redecorating it.

But forget it.

As long as the undead masters are happy, although on the surface I am an NPC lord pretending to be the chief of the novice village, I am actually in the service industry.

Script-killing? Immersive gaming experience? In short, we need to provide the best performance to satisfy them.

What's more, there is no reason to refuse when a group of people want to help him rebuild the city wall. It's just Rand gold coins.

It would be nice to let them settle down temporarily.

After all, the undead left in Star Dragon Outpost are a minority. More players go out to explore and investigate, hoping to find food to return to complete tasks, earn money to buy equipment, and also want to kill monsters and level up along the way.

This is also how most players actually play the game. It is very unrealistic to tie people up in a territory and not let them go out. Even air walls can't trap them. How could there be any player who would really stay in one place and not move just because of a game mission?

If they were really that obedient, they wouldn’t play games. When they were young, their mothers always said that games were tigers.

Each undead person is like a traveling frog. After they leave, they will go their own way and bring back surprises.

The prerequisite is that they are really willing to come back after leaving, instead of being dazzled by the world and leaving the small Star Dragon Outpost behind.

“What is my core competency?”

Linde suddenly wanted to write a PPT, and then hold a small meeting with his NPCs to discuss this issue. His core advantage is that he can access the official website and understand the true identity of the undead and the bad jokes they play.

It is impossible to connect with the gag, but after understanding the needs of the undead, we can provide some emotional value from the side.

We have turned Star Dragon Outpost into the "City of Easter Eggs", so you guys have to come.

The more I think about it, the brighter the future seems.

Until my stomach starts growling.

"Sir, it's time to eat."

There were two pots of broth boiling in the hanging pot, one for Lind and the soldiers, and the other also for Lind and the soldiers.

As for the women and children, they could drink some broth.

After the battle last night, he had consumed a lot of physical energy. Although the strength of the great knight in his body had slowly recovered, his body still felt "weak".

Lind ate the meat and drank the soup with big mouthfuls, and his physical strength recovered quickly.

While filling the meat and giving their teeth a rest, they would also exchange a few words, chatting about the surrounding situation.

The crisis did not disappear with the death of the Scavenger Princess.

Basic living issues such as food, water, and warmth have not yet been fully resolved.

Wanderers, wanderers, giant horse hooves, the new nobles in the east, the town of Prey in the south, and the bodies of veterans accidentally picked up by players all represent crises.

But compared to three days ago, everything is getting better.

Although the soldiers did not understand the undead, they were also imagining the future.

Even Elna Momo had to force a wrinkled smile on her face because of the extra flesh.

Old Pete's hands didn't shake that badly this time. God will bless him. Which God? Eluna said it didn't matter. Whatever!
Several people chatted about the changes in the past two days and casually made the next development plan.

Planning is difficult to determine because there is too much uncertainty among players and it must be changed all the time.

The most important plan is to find ways to improve strength. According to what Elna Momo said, finding the Black Fire brothers may help us know what to do next.

Miss Miko, the rabbit-toothed witch from Prey Town, might also know some secrets after the end of the world.

There is no need to rush. I have just left Prey Town for more than a day, although a lot of things have happened in this day.

The nine soldiers are old people who followed him, and Elna Momo is the poor person who needs shelter the most, so Linde still has the final say.

"Take good care of your weapons and protective gear. When dealing with the undead, use warnings as the main approach and take action as a supplement..." Lind warned one sentence at a time.

He was afraid that the soldiers would mistakenly think that the undead were weak and could be bullied when they saw them always nodding and bowing to them.

All the players have dog faces.

What's more, Linde has clearly positioned itself as the service industry!

While beating up the players, making them work for him, and scolding them, he seems to be in absolute control, but only he knows that he is role-playing for the players and providing various emotional values.

If you perform well, even if you kick them, they won’t be willing to kill you.

So there is nothing wrong with calling it a service industry.

He looked at Eluna Momo again. The old nun had a greasy mouth and had just licked the bowl. Perhaps she felt that everyone was having a good time chatting, so she naturally reached out and handed the bowl to Old Pete.

"Sir, I'm afraid that the meat won't last long." Old Pete shook the spoon and served Eluna a bowl of clear oil soup under her cursing gaze.

The gods will curse old Pete! Which gods? Every god, of course.

Old Pete ignored Eluna's murderous look and said, "Even if the undead don't need to eat, there are now nine more mouths to feed. We still need more food!"

There was suddenly a commotion outside.

A woman's voice came hurriedly: "Sir, Lord! We have got some food!"

(End of this chapter)