The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 236 - 236 205 Space Barrel Calamity Cultivation Plan

236: Chapter 205 Space Barrel, Calamity Cultivation Plan 236: Chapter 205 Space Barrel, Calamity Cultivation Plan The Undead had vanished for more than ten days.

It was now April.

The air gradually ward, but the surface remained barren, plants attempting to grow but unable to sprout.

Many “services” in Star Dragon City had also ground to a halt due to the disappearance of the Undead.

The back industrial towns that were scheduled to produce various products slowly filled the warehouses.

Products piled up, but they lost their buyers.

The prosperity of the past few months seed like a busy illusion.

Lind ca back to the industrial town after half a month, now certain that the Undead would not return anyti soon, but how long “one day newer” would last was uncertain—maybe a month, maybe a year, possibly decades, or even centuries?

He now had to deal with the problem of survival.

“What do you want to say, Old Cheli?” Lind looked at Old Cheli, who had started to go bald; his age had exceeded the average lifespan, and the old fellow might not live much longer.

“Our food consumption is fast, those fools always eat and eat like slobs,” Old Cheli straightened himself.

No one dared to disrespect the present Lord, especially seeing that enormous thing parked in Prey Town’s small square.

Flying Dragon!

Soldiers’ eyes glead with frenzy, while ordinary people went weak in the knees.

“We should limit them; there’s not so much work to do now; they can eat less,” Old Cheli counted on his fingers, his slack mouth spurting bits of spittle as he spoke: “Eat once a day, no, no, no, once every two days, just enough to keep them alive, you’re always too kind.”

“I ca here to solve this issue,” Lind didn’t mind having a Grandet-like character under him, as sotis a stingy and greedy image was more reassuring than everything being about others.

“But,” Old Cheli opened his mouth, but ultimately he didn’t say what followed the but.

The present Lord was no longer the poor soul who was willing to be fleeced just to see the Pharmacist.

“I’ll see Bard first, we can talk about your concerns later…

Ah, right,” Lind was about to turn around and leave, then suddenly rembered sothing and said: “We can ask the residents to cut down on small parts production, but no need to decrease the work, shift the focus to the production of armor and weapons.”

Making everyone a warrior was not possible, but he could train a group of strong soldiers.

When he saw the figure with four arms again, Lind’s smile was irresistibly bright, and when Bard brought out that bulky barrel, his smile showed his bright white teeth, very radiant.

“Bard!”

“Lord!” Bard had two hands engaged in sothing, while the other two scratched his head; four arms were quite handy.

“I received your good news and flew over imdiately.”

“Flew?” Bard’s eyes suddenly brightened: “Right, I heard from Lance; you, you have a Flying Dragon!”

“Fla Tumor Alex,” Lind said, “But sorry, its skin and bones must remain intact while it’s alive.

Even if it dies, I might treat it with full military honors.”

“Of course, I know that, but could you let see it?

A Flying Dragon; I have many chanisms, right, I could also fit it with so new chanisms.”

“No problem, as long as you don’t mind the heat, you can get as close as you want,” Lind nodded.

His gaze settled on that heavy barrel, shaped like a wine barrel but apparently made of steel; even the eyes alone could feel its weight.

“Is this the barrel you made?”

“Yes, I call it ‘Logistics,’ just like the indispensable logistical troops in the army,” Bard said with a smile on his face: “I put a lot of things inside, including traps, weapons, food; its capacity is as much as a cart.”

“Show !”

The internal space of the barrel was entirely different from what the eye could see; it could hold a lot of items, Bard first put in bags of food that clearly exceeded the volu of the barrel itself, then stuffed so weapons and armor too.

Lind leaned over the barrel and grabbed it; it was heavy.

The weight was roughly equivalent to the combined weight of all those items just added, and not only that, when the weight of a cart was condensed into a barrel, it was like an iron stake hamred into the ground, impossible for ordinary people to move.

“Can it be altered?” Lind asked: “Like making it into a quiver, I think our soldiers would like it.”

Bard shook his head: “Lord, carrying hundreds of arrows is not conducive to movent.”

“Then hang it on a warhorse’s back; Calamity Warhorses can ignore these weights.”

Lind thought it over and said: “Does it have to be shaped like a barrel?”

“Sturdiness is important, Lord, if you have anything more durable than steel, like dragon skin.”

“I want dragon skin too!” but he was just a Lord, not a genie.

“Hehe,” Bard scratched his head, not daring to continue, knowing his request was a tough ask.

“But if it was a more durable skin, maybe from so Calamity beasts, or so naturally hardened parts…”

Lind restrained himself from letting his thoughts wander too far.

“Just make a batch like this,” Lind said: “Make sure every defensive tower has one.”

For the unknown wars and conflicts that might appear at any ti, Lind preferred to be fully prepared.

Having discussed the space-related props, Lind then turned to what concerned him more.