The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 39 - 39 39 Beacon Fires

39: Chapter 39: Beacon Fires?

Burn Cent!

39: Chapter 39: Beacon Fires?

Burn Cent!

Hydroponics had completely captivated Lind’s interest.

It had been only three or four days, yet the Undead had brought him an unexpected harvest, truly a delightful surprise.

But he was also well aware that even with the support of Earth’s data and knowledge, leaping from a post-apocalyptic dieval society to a modern one, regardless of shortcuts, was not sothing that could be achieved overnight.

Faraway water cannot put out a nearby fire; by the ti the technological tree had grown, perhaps he and the players would have already reached a higher position.

On the contrary, what Ace Aimu suggested about planting mutant plants was most suited to the current situation.

It could be planted and solve the food shortage, with only two complications.

First, one might mutate after eating too much, but it wasn’t significant because for most people of this world, being able to eat until one mutates was a good thing.

Second, farming in the Calamity Shadow region wasn’t as simple as imagined; the Calamity Shadow would keep spawning things.

Put plainly, farming in enemy territory was sowhat humiliating.

By afternoon, no Undead had co to submit tasks; searching for food was evidently harder than imagined.

Lind could only hope that his ‘traveling frogs’ would think to return after departing and not be lured away by sothing or soone else.

The Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword was now strapped to his back, signifying that Lind’s strength had improved, and it would also have an unexpected effect in the players’ eyes.

Having Light Martial ant having prestige.

Appearance and adornnts were also part of the service industry’s job.

Suddenly, billowing smoke ca rolling in, carried by the icy wind that stung the eyes.

His first thought was that sothing had gone wrong!

“What’s going on?” Lind hastened over and found the Undead gathered around a breach in the city walls, burning sothing; they were the source of the thick smoke.

However, these Undead, wearing only white shorts, were not faring well, each of them holding their heads and squatting on the ground.

One particularly experienced Undead placed his wrists together and pointed with his index finger toward a nearby firepit.

Lind subconsciously looked at his wrists; there were no silver bracelets.

It could only be muscle mory.

The soldiers were on edge, swords drawn and crossbows cocked, ready to rush forward and strike at any mont.

“It’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!” The situation was not going as the Undead had anticipated.

“How dare you start a fire within the outpost!” The soldiers were dutiful and strict, impartial and unyielding.

“Damn, am I going to get marked as an outlaw?”

The color drained from the faces of the Undead.

“No one said setting a fire ant jail ti.”

“Wait!” ca Lind’s voice at the crucial mont, “What’s going on?”

Although he didn’t mind getting physical with players, the premise was that they were the unsavory type.

For players with not so malicious intent, guidance, and tolerance were key.

Reward systems and moral reinforcent would steer them towards good deeds.

He didn’t discount the possibility that so would engage in destructive acts for sheer malice rather than benefit, relishing in malevolence and murder, but fortunately, Star Dragon Ridge outposts did not have this type of Undead player.

When Lind approached, the soldiers stepped forward to narrate the process.

According to the soldiers, it all started with a few Undead discussing how to repair the breach in the wall.

Then, inexplicably, more and more Undead started to arrive… more and more!

This group of people said so inexplicable things, then started digging stones, digging holes, burning fires.

By the ti the soldiers noticed the billowing smoke and ca to intervene, the ‘wolf smoke’ had already soared into the skies.

“Undead, what are you planning to do?”

Lind waved the soldiers back.

He preferred to avoid confrontation if possible; after all, he considered himself to be civilized.

He still believed that most players were reliable.

But releasing ‘wolf smoke’ was indeed excessive.

Even in this post-apocalyptic era, suddenly releasing thick smoke could attract the attention of surrounding settlents.

Even though the existence of Star Dragon Ridge might not be a secret to those nearby, a large fire might attract not just humans, but other things as well.

The re act of emitting ‘wolf smoke’ was enough justification for Lind to cut them down.

You’d think they were waiting for an airdrop.

No wonder the soldiers were angry.

“My lord, we were preparing to make cent,” said an Undead squatting with his head in his hands, “to repair the wall breach with cent.

If we just use stones to fill the gap, it won’t be durable enough.”

Cent?

Lind hadn’t expected them to be so efficient.

But what does making cent have to do with sending up smoke signals?

It’s clear they used green wood for the fire.

Don’t tell …

these Undead are all talk, no action.

Living in a civilized society, not many people truly understand daily life and cooking—it’s mostly armchair theorizing.

Even those who are good at armchair theorizing are considered to have so understanding of life.

The more exaggerated ones can’t even tell crops from weeds in the field.

What can you do, these are the ones you’ve managed to coax into staying with difficulty.

Just spoil them.

“Cent can also be used for building houses!” an Undead imdiately added.

“I’ve also discovered a very hard type of mutated bamboo.

We could directly use reinforced bamboo concrete, theoretically speaking…”

“If you ask , we should just go for steelmaking.

Primitive steelmaking—I’ve cramd a lot of short videos on it.

We have the materials, and there’s also primitive cannon making.

Aren’t you guys interested in Dwarf Alchemy cannons?

They’d knock people flying.”

“You’d better be talking about Dwarf cannons.”

Though they were like fish on the chopping block, resigned to their fate with sincere attitudes, it didn’t an the Undead were afraid.

But Lind felt that, while the group was excited in their discussion, their practical skills were probably…

yet to be developed.

Even so, he definitely needed to support them.

Players who enjoy farming, players who love infrastructure, and those who love exploring—all of them were talents.

They had the knowledge of the real world to back them up.

What they lacked was only skills and experience, and even life-threatening risks were no longer a problem.

With continuous experintation, they were bound to succeed eventually.

The social type was the most troubleso, pure idlers who couldn’t create the slightest value.

After internally complaining that social players were useless, Lind nodded, “The territory needs stronger walls and more houses.

I’ve felt your enthusiasm, and I will assign you an area for construction and renovation.”

Cent wasn’t that difficult a technology, but reinforced concrete, laying foundations, and building houses were all beyond Lind’s knowledge, and he didn’t have the ti to study them.

If they truly mastered building techniques, he and his Soldiers, as well as the won and children, could live in new houses that were better at keeping out the cold and had higher defensive power.

Not to ntion the more distant benefits that could stem from researching the building materials technology tree, simply getting a group of Undead to work earnestly as construction workers and stay put without wandering off was a task well worth it.

Keeping themselves busy with anything was good—just don’t wander off.

Of course, he wouldn’t outright say he wanted the Undead to study reinforced concrete, but instead he said, “The sturdier the houses you build and the better the environnt, the higher the rewards I’ll give.”

Worried that the Undead might not take it seriously, Lind added, “As long as it’s up to standard, I will offer 200 Rand Gold Coins as a reward, and the better the job, the higher the reward.”

The Undead breathed quickly.

200 Rand Gold Coins, how long would it take to gather that much food, to kill monsters for that kind of money?

“Long live Lord Lind!”

“Don’t worry, my Lord, I will build you a fine house.”

“What style should we go for, European, Chinese, Nordic, or Japanese?”

Watching the lively discussion among the Undead, Lind thought he needed to take precautions, “Research on materials and architectural planning should be done outside Star Dragon Ridge, so as not to disrupt the normal operations of the territory.”

Not disrupting the normal operations ans, in plain language: Don’t accidentally burn down my ho.

After giving his orders, Lind left with his Soldiers.

The smoke signals might attract so trouble.

It’s well known that players don’t have a static field of vision, so relying on players to patrol and catch anyone with ulterior motives is very unrealistic.

Excessive ti consumption also ans players don’t have the patience for such tasks.

Only Lind and his subordinate Soldiers could perform this kind of work.

It’s also why Lind was very keen on recruiting so more indigenous NPCs to serve him.

“There shouldn’t be any problems, right?” Lind stood atop the wall, peering into the distance, and then a thick plu of smoke, as if it had eyes, rushed towards him borne by the wind.

If one were to use a scientific explanation, the air pressure is lower when a person is moving, creating an imbalance of pressure inside and out, so the surrounding air would naturally move closer to the person, causing smoke to gravitate towards them.

But right now, Lind didn’t have any scientific knowledge in his mind, just an unreliable feeling.

These Undead, they really shouldn’t cause any problems, right?