Chapter 4: This is called player’s romance!

I don’t think there is anything embarrassing about loving white stockings. That’s right, if a person walks casually on the street wearing only a pair of briefs, I’m afraid he doesn’t know what embarrassment is.

He soon got used to it, and even though his hand was already smelling burnt, he remained expressionless.

"Oh my god, my hands are really useless!" Beloved Bai Si was still in amazement, looking at the burned hands, as if they were not his.

Anyone who reaches out to grab the burning charcoal will lose the use of his hands!

Lind keenly noticed the change in his beloved Baisi. It was impossible for him to suddenly become a tough guy who was not afraid of pain. He must have done something to make the pain disappear.

"Ahem" Lind felt that he had to get to the point first, lest this guy do anything stupid again.

"Immortality, is it the ability given to you by God?" Lind asked, because he had just seen the other party looking at the pot eagerly. It didn't matter if he died, but that pot of hot soup could not be wasted.

Favorite Baisi sat up straight, with a serious look on her face, but her emerald green hair and distorted facial features made this seriousness seem grotesque: "Yes, God has guided us to this world. The fire of life in this world is about to go out, and someone must become firewood to ignite the flame! Before we complete our mission, we are all immortal!"

Old Pete on the side looked moved. It was unclear whether he was moved by these words or because of these words made him more convinced that the other party had a problem with his brain.

Linde ignored the other party's nonsense and continued to perfectly play the role of a curious and generous lord.

"Star Dragon Outpost welcomes undeads who have great ideals and want to save the world," Lind said. "The magic ring is broken, and we also want to do our part to save the world. If there is anything we can do to help you, please feel free to ask for anything you need!"

Favorite Baisi's eyes lit up: "Can you give me some equipment? Weapons and armor, etc. Those wolves are too difficult to deal with."

"Of course!" Lind nodded happily: "Please follow me!"

"Yes!" Favorite Baisi excitedly pumped her fist: "I am definitely the fastest to get the equipment! Open up new land! Open up new land!"

Lind brought his beloved Baisi to the next room, where there was a pile of worn-out weapons and armor spread out on the ground, ranging from cloth armor to heavy armor.

Over the years, Star Dragon Outpost had killed many thieves and robbers, and had accumulated a lot of old and worn-out clothes that could not be sold. Since they had no value in repair, they were piled here.

Even though Lind and his men are having difficulty in getting food and drink now, they are regular infantry of the First Army of the Rand Kingdom. Their armor and weapons are all very sophisticated. With the equipment and force of 10 people, they can easily kill a bandit armed force of 30-40 people. If they guard the walls of Star Dragon Outpost with bows and crossbows, it will be no problem for them to kill 100-200 wanderers who rashly attack the city.

"So many equipments," Bai Si exclaimed.

He soon set his eyes on a set of dark green armor and kept his eyes on it for a long time. Lind remembered that it was stripped from a mercenary. The loot was not evenly divided among the accomplices, so one of them drugged the other, and the other secretly drew his knife and attacked, and then both of them died on the side of the road.

Linde pointed at the weapons on the ground and said, "You can choose a weapon. If you can kill and bring back the body of the jackal, I can give you the qualification to buy weapons and armor here."

The soldier standing guard was stunned. Qualification? Sir, what are you talking about? Didn't you just say that you would help them for free? It's too stingy to just give them a broken weapon and let them fight to their death.

They were forced to kill wolves desperately, but after completing the task, not only were they not given weapons, but they were only given the right to purchase them? Even if they were immortal, this was too much.

What they didn't expect was that their favorite Baisi with green hair said excitedly: "Thank you for your generosity, Lord, I will definitely complete the task!"

Generous, where is the generosity?!

Lind didn't say much, which made the soldiers beside him doubt countless times. Was there something wrong with the lord and the undead, or was there something wrong with himself? Why did it feel so tiring to listen to their conversation?

In this regard, Lind said that this is what players like. Isn't it a necessary experience for the game to let players spend money to buy tattered equipment? Players don't like free equipment. Starting with a dog, all the equipment is picked up. Well, this is called the romance of players!
If you give away magical equipment as a gift, players will complain that it is rubbish and has no gameplay value. If you add in krypton gold to it, then it is pure game shit.

According to the game, this is considered "opening purchasing permissions to players."

Lind doesn't lack that benefit. With the collapse of the world, the currency system has long collapsed, and the word "buy" will not appear frequently in this land. But as an NPC who cannot issue tasks, Lind must have enough reward models. He now just wants to conduct a preliminary test, through constant conversations and tests, and then determine what players can and cannot do in this world.

Now he was probably sure of one thing, that the other party should have a game interface, because when he was looking at the weapon just now, his favorite Baisi had been staring at a certain place in a daze for a while, and then shifted his gaze to the next one.

But Lind was not sure how much information he could see.

"Maybe he can see the health bar, so how much health do I have?" Lind was very curious, but unfortunately he had no way of knowing.

As for whether players will be angry when they find out that these things are all junk and no one wants them, there is no need to worry about it. Isn't this normal? The pricing of equipment in the game is entirely up to the NPC. Players can't even bargain. If you don't have enough money, you can just go and brush the materials.

Favorite Baisi chose for a long time, and finally picked out a one-handed sword, and left in a heroic manner to kill the wolf.

That sword was one of the best among the "junk" ones. Linde could tell it at a glance with his years of experience in using weapons, and he didn't need to stare at it for a long time like the players to compare the values. But he still envied the players' abilities, because the values ​​would make people feel relieved and they wouldn't miss key information.

"Sir..." The soldier was very confused, but he had so many questions that he didn't know where to start.

"Confused?" Lind asked. Seeing the soldier's hesitation, he said, "The undead think differently from us. They don't need weapons and armor, nor do they need jackals and money. What they need is a sense of accomplishment and glory."

Lind turned around and stood at the door, watching the figure wearing only shorts walking towards the gate of Star Dragon Outpost, and said: "Heroes who are going to save the world need a sense of accomplishment and glory, so I am not selling things to them, but helping them find a sense of accomplishment and glory!"

The soldiers nodded. If the undead man was really a knight of God, it was understandable that his way of thinking was different from theirs. After all, the green-haired guy had been talking like a madman since the beginning.

It is said that those who listen to the voice of God generally become mentally abnormal and talk in a mysterious way.

They agreed with Lind's opinion and tried hard to equate the weirdo wearing only shorts with the knight of God, although it was difficult... very difficult!

Then Lind continued, "Add more personnel to the warehouse, and guard it alternately during the night and day to prevent the undead from stealing weapons and armor. The guards on the sentry posts can be reduced, and the main focus is on defending this place."

Now that all the players are here, the surroundings are bound to be killed to the point where not a blade of grass can be left. There is no need to worry about being ambushed by monsters.

He should be worried about whether his items will be stolen by other players.

"Yes, huh?" The soldier nodded, then looked up in confusion.

Sir, weren't you talking about honor just now? Why would you steal things even though you're not dead?

A knight of God wouldn't be so mean, right?

If Lind knew what they were thinking, he would just laugh. Isn't that mean? When I played the garbage collection game, I stole so much that I couldn't even walk. There were plates and wine glasses, and I didn't leave any for the NPCs. Some people are just hamsters. You can't imagine the joy of stealing and hoarding.

"If an undead person comes to steal things, just hack him to death." Lind reminded again: "As for the price of these weapons... wait for me to write a price list, and then strictly follow the exchange price."

(End of this chapter)