Chapter 166 Shelter and Placement
Just as Brooke stood up unsteadily from the snow and limped into the camp gate following the footsteps of his fellow villagers, there were several figures on horseback standing in the forest not far away, watching his back intently.
The leader was Adlai, the Sheriff and militia leader of Silver Pine Town, and he was also one of the chess pieces installed by the Demon King in Silver Pine Town
And behind him were several of his confidants - the Silver Pine Town militia including "Shield Thrower" Hebal.
Watching the last refugee disappear at the entrance of the camp, several militiamen had surprised expressions on their faces and lowered their voices to whispers.
"Saint Sis is above..."
"They really sold their souls to the devil!"
"Fortunately, Mr. Gus had the foresight to lock these guys out... If they were allowed to enter Silverpine Town, something bad might happen!"
Some people had expressions of joy on their faces, while others crossed themselves on their chests, looking like they were praying devoutly.
kovcedous\' ccoGative's «They don't know why the refugees made this choice, but no matter how they think about it, it's not a smart idea.
Unlike the whispering militiamen, Adlai could understand why those people made such a choice.
In other words, they actually have no choice at all.
Like himself.
But then again, taking refuge in that adult is not a very bad choice. At least based on his understanding of that adult, those who do things for him will benefit.
Put away the monocular telescope in his hand, Adlai lightly kicked the horse's belly, and then used the reins to turn the horse's head.
"Prepare to withdraw."
Habal the Shield Thrower came to the side of Sheriff Adlai and said enthusiastically.
"Do I need to report to the lord?"
Adlai replied without thinking.
"There's no need, Mr. Gus doesn't care about such trivial matters, we just need to make sure there are no beggars in Silverpine Town."
Throwing these words, he took the lead to leave.
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At the same time that the militia group left, the refugees from the Twilight Province also settled in the hotel at the foot of Beifeng Mountain under the guidance of the players.
This abandoned hotel looks silent and desolate in the howling wind and snow, but at least it still has solid walls and a tile roof that can block the wind and snow.
Although the professional life players in the necropolis had built a large number of uninhabited "haunted houses" before, it was still difficult to solve the housing problem of two to three hundred people at the same time, so they temporarily placed these NPCs here.
Although this long-abandoned hotel is a bit dilapidated, it still has the basic function of sheltering from wind and rain. Many rooms also have ready-made beds and furniture. If it is crowded, it will not be a problem to accommodate two to three hundred people.
Finally arrived indoors, sheltered from the wind and rain. People who had suffered from the journey finally relaxed their tired shoulders and showed expressions of relief.
They either leaned against the wall or sat on the ground. Some of them, perhaps unable to support their exhausted bodies any longer, actually lay on the ground and fell asleep... Although before they could close their eyes, they were shaken awake by their companions and pulled up from the ground.
Although there is no snow here, it is far from warm. Once you fall asleep at this time, it is very likely that you will not wake up.
Several enthusiastic players moved extra wooden boards from the warehouse and cooperated with several young and strong villagers to nail the broken windows on the wall of the lobby on the first floor.
After finishing these things, [Emotionally Stable] pushed the trolley filled with coal into the lobby of the hotel. Under the instructions of the task issued by the acolytes of the Gonggong Clan, he and a few good brothers used discarded iron buckets to raise several charcoal fires in the lobby.
The fire crackled in the black iron barrel, coating the dark room with a layer of warmth, and letting the frozen faces regain their light of hope.
At this time, the lizardman acolyte in a robe walked in front of everyone and motioned to the skeleton soldiers beside him to distribute the potions in pottery bowls one after another.
Looking at the refugees looking at each other, he didn't explain much. He just came to Andy and Maggie, looked at the father beside the two children and said.
Drink it.
Without any hesitation, Dave drank the potion in his hand under the gaze of pairs of eyes.
Soon, the effect of the magic potion came into play.
He only felt a warm current welling up from his lower abdomen, and then it flowed throughout his body like a hot spring, dispelling the chill in his body.
Dave had a surprised expression on his face, then looked gratefully at the lizardman acolyte in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice.
Dave looked at him with a pious expression, and imitated his example and prayed, offering heartfelt thanks and prayers to the Demon King.
Seeing that nothing happened to Dave who drank the potion in one gulp, the other surrounding villagers finally let down their guard and drank the bowl of dark green liquid that exuded an ominous smell in their hands.
The warm current dispelled the coldness in everyone's bodies, and at the same time prevented an otherwise inevitable plague.
Just when everyone was relaxing, a scent of fragrance suddenly floated from outside the half-opened door and penetrated everyone's noses.
"Here are the sweet potatoes!"
Haunted the chemical pool and shouted with a playful smile, He Gou Shi walked in from outside pushing a huge iron bucket.
The Demon King has already paid the money. They only need to be responsible for roasting the sweet potatoes and sending them to the people here. The task is completed.
The alluring aroma soon filled the whole room, and the hungry people made the sound of swallowing their saliva.
Although this thing is fed to pigs in the Kingdom of Lane, no one cares about it to them who are already starving.
On their way here, they even gnawed the bark of the trees. Things like sweet potatoes are already considered a rare delicacy!
Especially after being roasted at high temperatures in the iron barrel, they were pleasantly surprised to find that this stuff was even more delicious than they imagined!
Not even inferior to the sweet pumpkin!
Suppressing the hunger in his belly, Dave carefully tore off a piece from the sweet potato and handed it to his two children.
However, facing the food handed over by his father, Andy shook his head and gently pushed his hand back.
"Dad, we have already eaten, you can eat."
Dave was stunned for a moment.
"Have you... eaten?"
Maggie on the side nodded her little head excitedly and said.
"Well! The Demon King's minions treated us to hot pot! It's delicious!"
Andy also said with a smile.
"Yes, that's right! There's also beef!"
Hot pot?
What is that...
Dave looked at his two children blankly, then a heartfelt smile appeared on his face, and he reached out and touched their heads.
Not far away, Brooke, who was devouring sweet potatoes, had a look of astonishment on his face, and his jaw almost split again not long after.
Meat? !
There is still meat to eat? !
Saint Sith is on top... No, it should be said that His Majesty the Demon God is on top.
In short, no matter who is up there, is he still the devil? !
He felt that his world view was conflicted.
It’s not just him.
Robert, who was watching from the side, also had an unacceptable expression on his face. He looked at the skeleton soldier beside him and complained.
"It's unbelievable... Do you believe in the devil or Saint Sith?! Just take in these wandering humans...you actually let them eat so well!"
He worked for the lord all his life, and he could barely make ends meet. Seeing that these refugees were eating so deliciously, he wanted to get attached to them and taste what the roasted sweet potatoes tasted like, which could actually make people look so happy.
Looking at the greedy ghost who was almost drooling, [Emotionally Stable] chuckled and said.
"Strictly speaking, no, we are only loyal to our BOSS."
Robert looked at him in confusion.
"BOSS? Does that mean the Demon King? Well, I don't quite understand, but can you tell me...why he did this? Or what good does this do to you?"
【Emotional Stability】said with a smile.
"Benefits? There are too many, among other things, wouldn't it be nice if the server was a little more lively? The players would also have a more sense of involvement."
"Players? Server?" Robert looked at him blankly, feeling that their conversation was not in the same dimension at all.
【Emotional stability】I didn’t explain it either, but I changed it to another way.
"We don't quite understand. Anyway, having more believers is good for our Demon King, so just think of it as the eggs given out during missionary work."
Robert was even more confused.
"Why do we need to preach?"
This time [Emotional Stability] was also stunned.
"You didn't say it?"
Robert shook his head and suddenly said with emotion.
"I don't understand why you want to take these guys in. Turning them into corpses is obviously more useful to you... But having said that, I suddenly feel that your Demon King is not bad, and can even be said to be much better than my master. If there is still a chance to reincarnate, maybe I would be more willing to do it. People of the necropolis. "
"It's not too late, we welcome the dead as well," the [urban slave] on the side said with a smile, "I always forgot to ask, how did your head become like this?"
"You mean this?"
Robert pulled his head off his neck, and when he saw that the child next to him was frightened, he quickly put it back.
…I built a new double bed for my lord, but I don’t know what happened. The bed collapsed when he was doing business with his old friend. I swore that I didn’t cut corners, but no one believed me, and then I was sent to the gallows by the lord... Even in order to punish me, the cautious guy specially ordered the executioner to chop me with the bluntest ax several times before chopping off my head. "
Several players took a breath after hearing this.
Robert became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, cursing angrily.
However, perhaps thinking that those things happened many years ago, and that the person he cursed might have died or even been reincarnated somewhere else, the frustrated ghost suddenly shrank like a deflated ball.
That guy will not go to hell because he killed a carpenter. He will probably be reborn in a noble family in his next life.
And in the capacity of heir.
"Forget it...it's pointless to say this now. At least I hope that my descendants can live a better life." Robert rambled and turned his attention to these skeletons he had just met. "Does what you promised me still count?"
"Of course it counts," [Stable Emotional] nodded and continued, "I have entrusted someone else to send it to you."
Robert had a gratified smile on his face, as quiet as a cloud floating on the ground.
"Really? Thank you... You will definitely be rewarded."
【Emotional stability】Shruged.
He actually didn't care too much, after all, it was just a game to him. But hearing his heartfelt thanks made him feel warm in his heart.
Not far away, a skeleton soldier walked into the lobby of the hotel holding a translation crystal and shouted to the villagers who had eaten and drank enough.
"Does anyone here know how to raise animals? It's best if they have raised cattle!"
His ID is [Senior Beast]. He originally chose this name because he planned to play Druid, but when he came in, he discovered that there was no such profession.
But this did not have any impact on him.
Especially when he discovered that the game had a higher degree of freedom than he had imagined, he quickly found a new pursuit in life - owning a huge farm!
Although there is currently no arable land around the necropolis, he can start developing the breeding industry first.
Now he has saved the money to buy livestock through doing tasks. The only problem is that he neither knows how to farm nor how to raise cattle... Even building a stable is a struggle for him, and a lot of building materials are piled on the open space without moving at all.
Just when he didn't know what to do, he happened to see this group of refugees fleeing from the Twilight Province.
These people may not be able to read a few words, but they should have no problem doing farm work, after all, they are the ones who eat.
Thinking of the previous decree issued by the Demon King that you can get contribution points by helping NPC arrange work, [Senior Beast] suddenly had an idea in his mind.
And these refugees did not disappoint him.
Not long after he finished speaking, a ragged middle-aged man immediately wiped his hands stained by sweet potatoes, quickly raised his arms and said.
"I, I have raised one before!"
【Senior Beast】 glanced at the surrounding villagers, and it could be seen from the expressions on their faces that this guy was not bragging.
Realizing that this guy might still be a skilled worker, [Senior Beast] suddenly showed an expression of joy, stepped forward and held the man's shoulders enthusiastically.
"Great, I plan to build a cowshed near here and raise a few more cows... Do you have any good suggestions?"
Although he was a little frightened when the skeleton grabbed his shoulder, the man still took courage and said after thinking that the undead here did not hurt him.
"As long as you give me some materials, I can build it for you... It's just a shed. That's not a difficult task."
For an experienced herdsman, that is indeed not a difficult task. Especially for him, he not only built the cowshed, but also built the pigsty and stables for the lord.
【Senior Beast】heard this and patted his shoulder with joy.
"Well, then, just work for me! I can pay your salary and arrange a place for you to live! It's better than here!"
The man asked cautiously.
"Can I bring my family?"
"Of course!" [Senior Beast] said generously, "You are welcome to join the Beast Farm! Although we have nothing but land at the moment... But I can assure you that we will have everything we should have in the future!"
At worst, he can take on a few more tasks and make money.
Hhearing that the devil's minions were willing to take him in, the man's face suddenly showed a joyful smile, and the surrounding villagers cast envious glances at him.
Everyone present knew that charity was only temporary, and at most it could only provide them with immediate food and clothing, but not future food and clothing.
No matter how kind the Demon King is, he cannot keep them forever.
Only when you get a job can you truly have a place to live.
Looking at those eager eyes, the lizardman acolyte thought for a moment and turned his attention to the old man who seemed to be the most prestigious among the refugees.
"After you settle down, we will arrange jobs for you. I hope you will register the occupations you have held as a family and let me know what you are good at."
"No problem! Can you give me paper and pen? I can register for you now, and it can be completed before dusk tomorrow at the latest." Mayor Pierre nodded seriously and said in a sincere tone.
Of course he also hopes that his fellow villagers can take root here as soon as possible.
While fleeing to the coast of the Whirlpool Sea, they saw too many wanderers who were just as hungry and exhausted as they were.
As the war continues, more and more refugees will lose their land.
He had a strong hunch that maybe it wouldn’t be long before other homeless people would find themselves here like them.
There are only so many job opportunities.
The sooner they settle down, the better it will be for them.
The lizardman acolyte glanced at the old man in front of him with slight surprise.
"Can you read and write?"
"A little better... I served in the army of the Kingdom of Lane before, and the instructors there would teach us spelling. After retirement, I returned to my hometown of Hollyoak Village and became the village chief with the appreciation of the local lord..." Village Chief Pierre did not hide anything and truthfully confessed his resume.
He hopes to gain the other party's appreciation in this way.
As he expected, the lizardman acolyte nodded approvingly after hearing his resume, and then said in a hoarse voice.
"I will prepare paper and pen for you."
"In addition, the Demon King is very interested in your resume. Maybe it won't be long before we can arrange a job that is more suitable for you."
Mayor Pierre had a surprised expression on his face. He glanced around subconsciously, but did not see the man in the cloak.
“So never try to deceive the Lord.”
“He is always watching over you.”