Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

On the day the visiting group left the town of exile, Antony brought two people to guide them.

"Walk to the east for about a day and a half, and you should be able to meet our road construction team, and then you can take their ride. These two are Adam and Gejill. They are on the same road as you, and they can just lead If you find a place, you won’t miss it.”

Earl Timos paused for a moment on Adam, the big dark-skinned man, and then turned to the black-haired young man who came with Adam.

This black-haired young man was young, but he was lethargic and spiritless. It was extremely inconsistent with the temperament of the people Earl Timos had seen in the exile town—even those disabled poor people who lacked arms and legs did not look like him. He is so decadent.

What made Earl Dimos frowned even more was that this black-haired young man named Gejir had a very northern appearance.

Anthony knew that members of the Shiga royal family would be more sensitive to Kenyan blood, so he took the initiative to introduce with a smile: "Girl, like me, comes from the Kenyan Empire, and he is our...well, guest."

Ge Jier was too lazy to look at his old fellow Anthony, led the horse past Andre who was staring at him suspiciously, and consciously walked to the back of the team.

Big Adam laughed: "Don't mind, this 'Kenyan guest' is not very happy to be our guest here, that's why he has such a face."

Earl Timos & Andre looked at the dark-skinned hunk blankly at the same time.

With short white hair on the scalp and dazzling black skin, no matter how you look at it, this guy is a Sokri from the south...

Don’t you find it strange that a Kenyan (Anthony) and a Sokri call themselves ours and ours in the land of the undead of Tarantan?

Anthony, the former thief, and the big man Adam, the former mercenary, didn't care what Shika people thought of them. The two waved goodbye, and Anthony went back to the town to do his own business. Walking to Andre's side, he said carelessly, "Let's hurry up and try to get to the road construction team's land tomorrow and eat the lunch prepared by the chefs of the logistics department."

As a son of a noble family in Kenya and an official investigator of the Sun Church, Gejir is now trapped in the wasteland of Tarantan as a prisoner in embarrassment. Interest in chatting up.

Adam, the former Sokri mercenary who had turned from a prisoner to an incumbent civil servant (judicial officer) in the early days, was not as hypocritical as him. On the way, he was deliberately set up by Earl Timos, so he said nothing. Tell others.

"...So you got a farm with only two years' salary?"

Earl Timos, who was riding alongside Adam, couldn't hide his astonishment.

"It's not a farm, it's just a piece of wasteland contracted. The house still has to be built with its own money. The only good thing is that people from the Land Bureau of the Agriculture Department of the City Hall will come to help our family plow the land before the spring sowing." Adam seemed modest, but in fact he said ostentatiously, "There are many people like me who use their salary to contract wasteland. The dozens of slopes of land west of Westham are all contracted by people from the city hall."

Inad's site is sparsely populated, and a large area of ​​land has not been developed. The city hall encourages private reclamation and provides various policy conveniences. Naturally, it will not let its employees go...

Earl Timos owns countless farms and manors in addition to the fiefdom, so he is not surprised by a farm. What shocked him was that the big man Adam did not hide his experience-this Sokri mercenary did not start from the beginning. He took refuge in the Nightmare Butcher, but was captured by the undead after his employer robbed Westem's village.

From being a captive to working for the Nightmare Butcher, it's only been two years!

A foreigner who was born as a mercenary and started as a captive can get a farm after only two years of work. What kind of concept is this?

For ordinary minor nobles, if they have a few or more than a dozen farms under their name, they are already well-managed.

The big man Adam excitedly mentioned that he entrusted a familiar mercenary group to bring his family back to Sokri before the fall of last year. He went to Westham this time to settle his family and take the family to him. The farm, Earl Dimos can no longer listen to it.

Earl Timos, who has read countless people, only chatted with the big man Adam for less than two hours, and he has already seen that this guy is a fool with a brain full of muscles. Elites like Clerk Shirley and Clerk Shirley are not the same thing at all.

A reckless man who can only rely on force to eat, if he is put elsewhere, he probably has no way out except as a mercenary, or as a private soldier attached to a nobleman.

In the area controlled by the undead regime, this kind of idiot with no force can actually become a full-fledged officer of the Judiciary Department, and he can really save a fortune...

Earl Timothy couldn't help but recall the Kenyan Anthony who had just separated.

Anthony, who has been an apprentice tailor and a bandit, looks like a muscular idiot similar to the big Adam, but in fact he has a delicate mind and a methodical way of doing things. If he continues on the road of banditry, it is very possible Become the bandit leader who harmed the party.

If there were such "good bandits" in Earl Timos's territory, he would definitely not be at ease. He would definitely treat them as high-risk individuals and order the Department of Public Security to strengthen surveillance and control.

However, the undead regime is very relieved of this guy who is full of flesh and looks like a good person. He not only allows him to move freely in his lair, but even dares to let this kind of murderer take care of civilian women. During the meal in the morning, Earl Timos saw it with his own eyes. Antony was taking meals for the female workers under his care.

It was only a day since he had been in contact with this Kenyan who was born as a bandit, and Earl Timos even unconsciously trusted this guy's ability to handle affairs—after being awakened by the undead last night, Earl Timos immediately let Ann Andre sent someone to find this person for questioning.

The more he thought about it, the tighter Earl Timos frowned.

Mercenaries, bandits, prostitutes, male prostitutes vaguely mentioned in Brother Lowell's letter, ignorant civilians, and even the manpower left behind by the original lord... For the appointment and use of these people, the undead regime can be said to be meatless.

Earl Timos asked himself, if the Nightmare Butcher were replaced by him, he would never allow the Undead Consul to behave like this.

But the Nightmare Butcher really allowed the Undead Consul to do so.

This made Earl Dimos feel more incredible the more he tried to put in the idea of ​​calculating the Nightmare Butcher.

How could he allow foreigners who were mercenaries to occupy the land?Wouldn't it be more conducive to buying people's hearts to grant it to the little nobles who depended on him?

How could he allow lowly people from humble origins to occupy high positions, and how could the nobles with their own identities be willing to take refuge in him?

Earl Timos thought of exiling the civilians in the town again.

It is undeniable that these civilians expelled from Camerle Town were indeed well taken care of by the undead regime. Even the disabled who cannot take care of themselves have red faces and fat on their cheeks.

This act of kindness is commendable, but in Timos' view, the governor of the town of the undead is too wasteful... These civilians don't need to let them eat the food provided by the canteen of the undead. Most of the civilians only rely on potatoes You can feed them with corn and corn; it is even more inadvisable to wear them with high-quality, uniformly dyed clothes. Civilians always need to work, and it is a pity to wear them out?

This is the difference in values ​​caused by the difference in productivity. In fact, the per capita daily consumption of civilians in the exile town is strictly controlled within 15 yuan. The clothes of disabled civilians are also second-hand goods recycled by tons...

Earl Timos, who can't understand the power of the world factory on the earth plane, can only think so... The nightmare butcher is too flattering to the civilians in his sphere of influence.

From this cognitive perspective, Earl Timos can barely understand why the Nightmare Butcher connives at the Undead Consul to tilt the resources in the territory to the humble.

So... Earl Dimos naturally came to such a conclusion: "Could it be that the Nightmare Butcher is trying to abandon the existing nobles in his sphere of influence and try to create a new batch of nobles from the common people?"

Thinking of this, Earl Timos' confusion was swept away.

"That's why. A noble family that has been passed down for a long time will definitely find it difficult to accept the rule of the black magician; if it is replaced by a new nobleman created by the Nightmare Butcher, it will definitely obey him."

This approach is quite outrageous, but in the usual domineering style of the Nightmare Butcher, it is not difficult to understand.

Earl Dimos couldn't help but sympathize with the Rhine nobles, and secretly rejoiced that the Nightmare Butcher only took away a group of abandoned civilians from Kamole Town, and he didn't make trouble on the border of the Principality of Shiga.

"Wait—is this the reason why Brother Lowell insisted on making good friends with the Nightmare Butcher? To keep him away from Shiga Principality and Prosperity Church parish?"

Suddenly thinking of this possibility, Earl Dimos couldn't help but froze.

Thinking about it this way...it doesn't seem impossible.

The Tarantan Wasteland is bordered by Shiga Principality in the west and the Rhine Kingdom in the east. For the nightmare butcher who invaded the territory of the human kingdom with an army of undead and has the ambition to rebuild the new nobles, it is suitable to develop in either direction.

Thinking of this, Earl Dimos slowly sweated on his forehead.

The word of borrowing soldiers from the undead must not be opened, otherwise, wouldn't it be an excuse for the Nightmare Butcher to get involved in the Principality of Shiga!

Earl Timos quietly wiped his cold sweat.

"It's better to see the monks before making a decision... If you can't do anything, just try your best to fulfill the Pope's entrustment."

Sleeping in the wilderness overnight, the next day, the Prosperity Church delegation found the large construction site of the prisoner road construction team before noon.

Hal, who was in charge of the railway project, arranged a lunch for the visiting group, and then sent the guests from afar to the transport vehicle of the logistics department.

Earl Timothy, who rode his horse so hard that his bones seemed to be falling apart, got into the crowded Wuling Hongguang, but it was more comfortable than riding a horse. After several hours of bumpy rides, he arrived at the station at the junction of Westham and the Tarantan Wasteland. small town.

Rested in the station town for one night, the next day, the guests who had worked so hard to cross the Tarantan wilderness boarded the train to Westham Town.

"It's finally here."

Brother Lowell, who had received a call from the station town last night, rushed to the town hall early in the morning to wait for the news. When he learned that the train had entered the town station, he stood up excitedly.

"It's coming."

At the same time, Yang Qiu, who had been sitting idle in the capital of the Rhine for two months, opened his eyes from meditation.

In the hall of the villa provided by the royal family, a vague figure is gradually taking shape.

Yang Qiu came out of the study, walked downstairs, saw the people in the hall clearly, a surprised smile appeared on his face: "It's actually you."

The guest who appeared in the hall raised his head slightly, and under the black cloak covering his whole body, there was a... smooth, jade-white skull.

"It's been a long time, Yang."