Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Arms master Charlie Rex was sitting alone on a cement bag at the Warriors Guild construction site in a daze.

The walls of the warrior guild hall (actually a long rough room with an area of ​​about [-] square meters) have been completed, and the lime putty on the walls has dried completely, but the roof has not yet been covered with asphalt tiles, and the floor has not been laid.

One of the bungalows for living has been built, but because Yang didn't come to help him set up a new magic trap & soundproof circle, Rex didn't rush to move.

The magic trap is fine, now the undead are not as disrespectful and offensive to them as they were at the beginning, but without the soundproof circle, life is absolutely impossible.

The construction of the other two bungalows has not yet started, and the construction site is still full of building materials.

But... the trolleys used to transport water and mud were so dry that no moisture could be seen because they had not been used for several days.

Usually, the construction site of the Warrior Guild is the most deserted place, and the undead who come to him every day to accept tasks can be counted on one hand.

And these few days, the few undead have not come.

Rex has long been used to being alone, but for some reason, such a deserted construction site actually makes him uneasy...

Suddenly, Rex's complexion changed, and he stood up abruptly.

He would never admit that he was used to the noise of the undead!

He didn't miss those undead ladies who had a beautiful voice but were rude and rude to him!

Not to mention the undead man who is clearly an undead but knows how to cook, and takes care of others silently like the ascetic monks of the church he met when he was a child!

Absolutely impossible——!

Rex left the construction site without saying a word, returned to the tent where he lived, and hurriedly picked up the garbage that was going to be landfilled and incinerated as if venting some embarrassment.

Most of the food and drinks that Yang sent to them were packaged in paper or plastic sheets. According to Yang's request, these paper and plastics had to be collected and sent to the garbage incinerator behind the town for unified incineration and landfill.

After packing and tidying up the food eaten in the past few days, Rex "leaved without authorization" and went to the garbage incineration place.

This waste incineration site was converted from a tile kiln. It seems that among the people who came to this valley to build a small town, there were people who knew how to make tiles, and left a small kiln.

Of course... After so many years, this tile kiln can no longer be used, and it can be regarded as waste utilization if it can burn garbage.

Walking to the kiln where the garbage is disposed of intensively, Rex was about to stuff the packaging bag he brought into it when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He squatted down slowly, reached into the cave and took out...

Inside the cave, other people had already thrown some paper boxes, plastic bags and other garbage into it.

But the amount of this garbage is... a little less than usual.

Rex counted the last time the garbage incineration kiln was turned on, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

The warrior who had been promoted to a weapon master at a young age clapped his hands, stood up, and turned to the town hall.

In the town hall, "Yang" was still drinking tea.

But Rex, watching through the window, knew that it wasn't Yang, it was just an illusion left by Yang.

Although the difference cannot be seen with the naked eye, the "spirit" of the phantom and himself is different in the eyes of a professional like Rex who is familiar with Yang himself.

Rex felt that Tuttle Joe among the former thieves should also be able to feel it.

The target of Rex's observation was not Yang's phantom. He stared at the large cabinets behind the phantom for a while, and then walked around the town hall, focusing on the ground near the window sill and the surrounding shrubs. leaf damage.

After confirming his guess through meticulous and directional observation, Rex couldn't help but shook his head: "These guys, are they worthy of being members of the bandit group? They're too daring."

The whole town can only see twenty or thirty undead in a day, and Yang himself is not there, leaving only a phantom... It is not difficult to understand that these ex-thieves are not dead.

Rex's character was incompatible with those former thieves, even if they often met in the town, the two sides had less conversation than each other with the undead.

The former thieves could not understand Rex's withdrawn spirit, and disliked his polluted spirit;

This made Rex a little tangled. He really didn't want to meddle in those people's business, but if he just ignored them, it seemed to be in conflict with the belief he had always insisted on.

"...Forget it." Rex sighed, "It's not a good thing if the town loses manpower just halfway through construction."

Rex was intrigued by Yang's idea of ​​running Tarantan as a territory.

Like Tuttle Joe, he was born in the Rhine Kingdom, and his family was of a higher level than Tuttle's - his father was a viscount who owned territories and people, as well as countless manors and ranches.

It stands to reason that no matter how bad the young master of the Viscount's family is, he will not be so poor that he will have to hide in the Sorensen Mountains to die after being mentally polluted... But unfortunately, he is not his father's legitimate son, he is his The illegitimate son of a father and a mistress.

This is a very common thing. A gentleman with an aristocratic aura can naturally attract women who use their beauty as their capital to succeed, intending to exchange their bodies and wombs for a more decent life.

But it is a pity that it is common for gentlemen to have strings of mistresses, and it is extremely rare for any of these mistresses to be favored for a long time, and any of these mistresses' children will be recognized by the family.

Rex is obviously not the kind of lucky guy who can win the favor of the viscount and get the favor of resources even if he is an illegitimate child. The only benefits he has gained from half of his inherited blood are a relatively carefree childhood and the ability to enter the private school when he was a teenager. Eligibility for admission to the college.

By the time Rex was fourteen, the viscount's interest in the old-fashioned mother was no longer attractive, and they were sent to the country for a meager sum of money.

It is one of the most unrealistic fantasies in this world to rely on the so-called father-son relationship to bind a gentleman with countless resources. The Viscount has many mistresses and more illegitimate children. To abandon Rex and his mother, for the Viscount It's no different than discarding a pet with litters.

In short... Rex's desire to build Tarantan into a territory may be stronger than Yang Qiu himself - he wants to be successful and famous, and he wants the viscount father who abandoned him so easily to regret abandoning such an excellent son as him .

Without such a strong desire, there is no way to make Rex, who was on the verge of collapse at first, work hard to "serve" the undead.

After making up his mind, Rex came to the construction site of the Walker Guild for the first time.

Walker is a large population where players change jobs. The degree of completion of the Walker's Guild is completely different from that of the Warrior's Guild. Not only is the square quite large, but the union hall with a much larger area has taken shape, and the rows of bungalows have also been completed. eight.

On the construction site, there were only a few scattered undead busy doing tasks. Of the three people in charge of this area, only Tuttle was still on duty, and Hal and Pansy were nowhere to be seen.

Rex stared at Tuttle from a distance for a while, and felt that the showdown with the ranger was no different from the showdown with Hal... and walked straight over.

Tuttle obviously didn't expect that this soldier who had never dealt with them would take the initiative to find him, and stood up with a look of surprise: "Charlie Rex? What's the matter?"

Rex stood still a few meters away, without turning around, and said directly: "I don't know what you are planning. For the sake of getting to know each other, I feel I have an obligation to remind you that you'd better give up, Joe. .”

Tuttle's expression changed when he heard Rex's first words, and after hearing this guy's pretentious warning, he laughed angrily: "Ha, I'm sorry...Did I hear it wrong, are you Who are you going to educate?"

Rex shook his head slightly: "No, it's just a reminder."

Tuttle let out a hey, walked up to Rex with a displeased face, and raised his chin: "Who do you think you are? A soldier?"

The army in this world... is not a respectable existence.

Even on Earth, Chinese people's perception of the military is fundamentally different from that of Earthlings from other countries.

In short... the word "soldier" is not a good word, it is a word used to express contempt, and it has the same meaning as "Qiu Ba" in ancient China.

Rex would not be irritated by this childish provocation, and said without expression: "I have heard about the loss you suffered at the hands of the undead last time."

Tuttle's face turned cold: "Are you looking for trouble, little Charlie?!"

"Calm down, I'm not so bored that I come here to find trouble." Rex raised his hand to stop the other party, and said, "I repeat, I just want to remind you in good faith, don't do stupid things."

"I understand that you feel that it is a shame to surrender to Yang and be forced to live with these undead. You don't agree with Yang's ideals, and you think Yang is fooling you or just crazy. I can understand all these." Rex sped up his words. Hurry up and finish what you want to say before the other party loses control of his emotions, "But I still want to remind you, don't forget Yang's attitude towards you, me, and us."

Tuttle Joe was also Holy Crow's think tank. Although he felt offended by the other party and was in a rage, he did not lose his basic judgment. He suppressed his anger and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that Yang is a high-level magician." Rex breathed a sigh of relief, this guy was finally able to talk normally, "Even if he doesn't care about us people, he will still maintain the status of a high-level magician." Some demeanor and etiquette will not embarrass us too much, which may make us misjudge the situation."

Tuttle looked startled.

"No matter how demeanor and etiquette is, it is still true that Yang doesn't care about us." Rexton paused, and said in a deep voice, "He doesn't need our support, love, trust, and awe, he just asks us to follow his needs. To do something as simple as any trained valet would do, and to provide treatment commensurate with what we pay, I'm sure you understand what that means, Jo."

Tuttle's complexion changed suddenly, his mouth was half-opened, and he wanted to say something, but he failed to spit out the words.

He understood.

He is also a young master from a good family, and he has been fascinated by the world since he was a child.

Thinking about it seriously, the black magician Yang really didn't put higher demands on them. Even if the intention to rebel was discovered last time, Yang didn't mean to punish them at all. He made a verbal promise and let it go gently.

Even... He bluntly said that he didn't care about their betrayal.

The reason is because to Yang, their betrayal and loyalty are worthless!

Seeing that Tuttle's face was pale and his forehead was sweating, Rex knew that he understood his reminder.

With such a belated awareness, Rex looked down upon it a bit...

He had no choice but to be a "colleague" no matter how despised, Rex could only continue to persuade patiently: "The undead never shy away from us when chatting, I think you know the reason why Yang and the undead left the town of exile, It is to receive the civilians that Yang brought from Shijia Principality."

"What we did for Yang, ordinary people with a little education can also do it. We people... are not so unique that they cannot be replaced." This sentence hurt Rex himself a bit, reminded him of the past, and endured Can't help but faintly sigh.