Chapter 50 Another Spicy Death

Lind listened to the young man Renzo's story. Similarly, the undead Ace Aimu also recorded this content as a key plot.

"Before the birth of the magic ring, the Lord of Madness was born from the first fire." Renzo held the jumping blood-red flame in his hand: "He is the god that the noble master once asked me to serve."

Maybe he wanted to explain it more clearly, but it was very difficult.

"Who is that noble lord?" Linde was quite curious.

"I was still young at that time." Renzo took his hand back: "I only remember Goliath, a blood noble... with great power."

"Once upon a time, under the illumination of the magic ring, every noble with a surname possessed his own power." Lind didn't mind talking about this secret which was not a secret at all. Perhaps only the undead knew nothing about it.

Ace was surprised, but found it reasonable.

If the nobles do not have strong power and uniqueness, how can they suppress the people below them?

If a brilliant genius wants his offspring to be powerful, he can only join the nobility and choose marriage, because only the surname and bloodline can pass on this blessing.

As for after the magic circle was broken, didn’t new nobles rise?

Every era has its own "aristocracy". The only difference is probably the people who are chosen. But for the vast majority of people, there is actually no difference.

"Continue." He stroked the hilt of the broken sword, wondering whether to choose to believe Renzo.

The other party's attitude was humble enough, and his etiquette was clumsy, but it was obvious that he had indeed received court training. The most important thing was that Renzo controlled the fire.

If Renzo had intervened during the match just now, Lind would have won in the end, but it would have been a difficult victory.

Renzo placed his hands on his thighs and remained in a kneeling position. “We followed the orders of the noble lords and traveled to various parts of the world. We joined the church of the Mad Lord, we sacrificed ourselves, we dedicated ourselves, and after years of lurking, I was the only one left. But I never heard the Mad Lord’s whispers from beginning to end. That group of people just kept sacrificing, and sacrificing again and again.”

"And?" Linde glanced at Renzo, his eyes falling on the scar on his forehead. The burn scar made his already ugly face even uglier.

He couldn't help but frown.

"The magic ring was broken," Renzo said, "Then, I heard the voice of the Lord of Madness."

What was happening looked dangerous, at the very least it would be a riot.

The village area is indeed very remote, with no roads, no traveling merchants, and no survival resources. Going further ahead is fog. I am afraid that Linde will not approach this place for decades. But who could have imagined that there would be a group of crazy wise men hiding here.

"...I have been waiting for the nobles of Goliath."

Lind had no idea how much he had gone through, but it must have been very difficult.

"I can take you back to Goliath," Lind said, "someday. If you have nowhere else to go before then, you can work for me."

He admitted that he was a noble, but did not nod in acknowledgement of the conspiracy to obtain the secrets of the world.

Although a subordinate at the level of a great knight is tempting, the benefits seem unimportant when considering the risk of exposure.

What's more, with the undead by his side, BOSS-level subordinates are nothing.

"At your service!" Renzo agreed with the result. He was extremely grateful to the nobles for being able to contact Goliath again. He was too young to remember anything else. He just clumsily followed the etiquette in his memory to meet the nobles. To him, Goliath was just the obsession of his dead elders.

Complete the noble's quest and return to Goliath.

As for which noble to target, the same applies to the noble in front of us. As long as they are nobles, it's fine as long as there is a goal to act on.

Renzo was left to guard the Mad Sage Village, and he was also responsible for dealing with the remaining Mad Sages.

It is impossible for the villagers who have lost their minds to obey orders just because of the Madness Fire. I am afraid it would be the same if the Madness Master stood here.

Renzo had no objection.

"Sir, aren't we taking him back?"

Ace Aimu quickly took two steps to catch up with Lind. In his eyes, Renzo was obviously an important plot NPC, so why not take him back?

“Food is the top priority,” Lind explained.

"I understand!"

What do you understand? I mean, a person who loves to set fires and is most likely mentally unstable should not be allowed in the home.

……

Star Dragon Outpost.

The undead man carrying the stone moved forward with staggering steps.

After arriving at the designated area.

"Bang!" The huge rock hit the ground.

A small hill has been piled up ahead.

More and more undead people come to build houses, and construction has entered an era of high-speed development.

The cantilever crane, built from two upright dead logs, is supported by three pieces of wood and stands next to a stone house.

Pulleys and ropes.

The undead are pulling below.

The stone transportation that used to require countless slaves to work hard has become extremely easy.

The large grappling hook can accurately grab each stone and transport it to the second floor using a wooden cantilever crane.

"I think after I finish building the house here, I can go back and find a job on a construction site!" "Hey, don't worry about filling the stones, we still need to pour cement!"

A group of people are busy.

The construction speed far exceeded the imagination of the Star Dragon Outpost NPCs. Before this, who could have thought that several houses could be built within a day?
Not only is it fast, but the cover is also beautiful.

I'm afraid it will be completed before the afternoon.

"You can't seal the roof. You have to wait until the first layer of cement is completely dry before sealing the roof."

"This is a magical world, and you're telling me about physics?"

"Fuck, who the hell just walked into the cement barefoot, leaving behind two feet and a face! Do you think this is the Hollywood Walk of Fame?"

There was a lot of noise.

Rare leisure time.

Papermaking, house building, equipment repair, patrolling, and even food processing and cooking, everything went on in an orderly manner.

The undead are trying to help the technology tree advance quickly in their own way, and the progress seems to be encouraging.

The NPCs at Star Dragon Outpost suddenly realized that they didn't have to do anything.

"Is this what the lord meant before?" Old Pete held on to the soup spoon. He didn't need the undead to cook for him. Food was the top priority.

"Um, old Mr. Pete," a cute-looking girl came over and said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Old Pete knew her, and her name seemed to be Romantic Glutton. The lord had taken her out to eat last time.

But he felt that this girl was very dangerous. She was always swallowing her saliva when she spoke and her eyes never left her soup pot.

"Not yet!" Old Pete shook his head, and then added: "Really not!"

She was not the first undead who came over to ask for a mission. This group of people seemed to have endless energy, eager to work, and willing to work hard.

There was even a robbery in the morning. Not only did they not want to be paid, they were even willing to pay. If it weren't for the Lord's intervention, who knows what would have happened.

Romantic glutton: "Can I help you chop wood?"

Old Pete pointed to the door and said, "Those undead have helped me chop enough firewood to last until summer. I have to build a small warehouse to store the firewood so that it won't get soaked when it rains."

The romantic glutton's eyes lit up: "Then I'll help you build a warehouse!"

Old Pete pointed again: "They've built a warehouse big enough to store firewood until next fall."

Romantic glutton: "Then I'll help you chop wood and save enough for next autumn!"

Old Pete: "..."

Seeing that it was not going to work, the romantic glutton looked at the boiling soup pot and said, "How about I help you taste it?"

"You really want to find some work?"

"Hmm!" The romantic glutton nodded his head like pounding garlic.

"Here's some fire tongue grass. You have two days to grind it into powder." Old Pete remembered the seasoning that Lind bought last time, but he was too busy. After Lind threw it to Old Pete, he forgot about it.

But old Pete was afraid of being killed by the spicy food, and he had too much work to do, so he never did it.

"Flame tongue grass, what is it for?"

"It can be ground into powder and used as seasoning," said Old Pete, "but you have to be careful not to use too much, otherwise you will be killed by the spiciness."

"Too spicy to death? An adjective?" The romantic glutton looked at the fireweed and felt a little greedy.

“You will really die.”

It was evening when Lind returned to Star Dragon Post and the torches were lit.

Looking at the several buildings that rose from the ground within a day, Linde felt as if he had entered the wrong house.

"Ah! Another one is dying of spiciness!"

Lind was confused: "What's going on?"

"It seems to be Old Pete's side," the guard said, "a group of undead suddenly wanted to help Old Pete grind the fire tongue grass powder, and they didn't listen to advice. Three of them have died of the spicy food."

Linde: "..."

I really won't let myself down.

He walked to where the undead gathered and heard them plotting loudly.

"The Flame Tongue Powder is so useful. Damn, it's a long-range attack weapon!"

"Where can I buy it? The Lord will surely sell it."

Facing the undead people who all turned their heads to look at him, Lind coughed.

This is for food, not... wait!
At this stage, although there are undead people who love farming, they only account for a pitiful one-sixtieth of the sixty people, so it is also important to mobilize the undead people's interest in farming.

"The yield of the fire tongue grass is too small," Lind said, "but I can sell the seeds of the fire tongue grass... Then, the undead people..."

"Do you need it?"

(End of this chapter)