Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Can the food given by the undead be eaten?

If it is those gentlemen who are thrown on the street and have enough fat on their bodies, they will definitely refuse. A meal or two is really nothing to them who are used to good food.

For ordinary people, there is no need to talk about this issue at all... Not to mention the low-level prostitutes, the "property" people who run family hotels like the Doyles also eat wormy cheese and "hairy" Black bread.

The reason is that Westham's local grain is not enough.

In Westham and surrounding villages, 80% of the land is mountainous, and less than 5% of the land can be cultivated.

5% of the arable land area is a bit miserable to say, but considering that the total population of the entire town of Westham and the surrounding villages is less than 2, it stands to reason that it is not difficult to feed such a small number of people with more than 200 hectares of arable land—— But this world is free of chemical fertilizer abuse.

With no chemical fertilizers, no pesticides, no intensive cultivation, you can imagine how poor the yield per mu is... The self-sufficiency rate of all the grains produced by the land (wheat, corn, soybeans, potatoes) can only barely reach 60%. At least 40% of the food gap needs to be made up from other places.

The less developed the road construction, the higher the transportation cost. Westham is only 10 kilometers away from the nearest big city, Innatrix, which is not too far away, but Innatrix’s grain is pulled to Wester In Westham, a price increase of 20%~[-]% is unavoidable... In other words, the cost of living in Westham is already higher than other areas.

To make matters worse, the only "political achievement" of Westham's mayor during his more than 40 years in power was to turn Westham from a poor frontier town into a gold-selling den.

A large number of pleasure-seeking merchants have brought a lot of money, and indirectly raised the price of Westham - four copper coins can buy a bottle of the cheapest corn rum in other places. Six coins; in other places, three copper coins can buy a catty of black bread, and in Westham it costs four to five; in other places, thirty copper coins can buy a small pot of butter, and Westham wants 38.

Except for the very cheap vegetables that the surrounding vegetable farmers often bring into the town to sell, other daily necessities are more than 20% higher in Westham than in other places.

As for the spices... don't think too much about it. Spices are a luxury item even in Innerdale. The people of Westem can ensure that the salt taste is not too light when cooking soup, and they already have a good standard of living— —Many housewives are good at making tomato sauce, just to use the sour taste of tomato sauce to add flavor and reduce the consumption of butter.

Looking at the problem from a different perspective, it means that the people of Westem live an extremely environmentally friendly, original ecology, and extremely healthy life of cultivating immortals that some Chinese people think. Fault, the average life expectancy is at least 120 years old...

But, if you really want to ask the people of Westem if they are willing to exchange their super healthy and healthy life of cultivating immortals with the daily life of Chinese people who are heavy with oil, salt and spices...they must be extremely willing.

Half a bowl of thick soup made of instant fabric wrapped in concentrated broth powder, about 50% of the solids are cooked potato slices, fried noodles that have been boiled until they swell, and green leafy vegetables that are handy, and the appetite has diminished due to aging taste Many Mrs. Doyle were also solved within 5 minutes.

After finishing eating, the old lady was still holding the bowl and reluctant to put it down, she couldn't help saying: "It's such a waste to use such a delicious soup to cook potatoes and vegetables, it should be diluted and used to cook meat, it's better to cut a few more slices Put the lotus root in... Ah, I should save some soup, old man, have you finished your drink too?"

Mr. Doyle shyly showed the empty bowl towards Mrs.  …

He was a few years older than Mrs. Doyle, and his sense of taste had deteriorated even more. He hadn't tasted food for several years, and he couldn't stop eating such a thick soup that stimulated his taste buds.

Not to mention the other seven young people, the glass bowls in their hands were cleaner than washed ones.

"Ma'am, these people are... good people!" Chris, a simple country dairy farmer, had water in his eyes.

Mrs. Doyle, who was in a happy mood just now because she had eaten something good, suddenly changed a little... It seemed that she was not as purely happy as Chris.

It was clear from Mrs. Doyle's life experience that the food they got was worth a fortune just for the spices in the soup.

A group of strange undead, a few suspicious men (Hal and the others are really not very good people), controlled Westem, and gave them such a large amount of food... These guys, what is the meaning of Weiss? What is Sturm up to?

Mrs. Doyle didn't show her worries. She smiled and asked Chris to help her wash the dishes, and then asked the old man to take the tenants upstairs and send everyone away. This old lady was deeply moved. Taking a breath, mustered up the courage, and opened the door of his own house alone.

As soon as she stepped out of the door... Mrs. Doyle saw two undead standing near the door of her house, turning their skeleton heads and looking at her with four black eye sockets.

Mrs. Doyle pinched her apron nervously, subconsciously holding her breath.

The two undead didn't pay much attention to her, and quickly looked away.

Mrs. Doyle quietly wiped off her cold sweat before turning to those who distributed the meals...

Two tricycles pulling big pots have already distributed meals to the back of a dozen restaurants. Because they saw that the people in front had received their meals, people who had been lying on the windows and watching even consciously prepared their tableware in advance and stood in front of them. Waiting at the door.

No matter how rich Westam is, it has nothing to do with these low-level prostitutes, whether it is low-end pubs and strip shows, or high-end clubs, in order to ensure that these people are obedient enough and absolutely not physically hurt Guests, even if they eat an extra vegetable leaf, they must be prepared to be taught a lesson.

Some people distributed food to them without any additional conditions. These people did not loot it, but it was because they were too weak and the undead were too scary.

Mrs. Doyle stood silently at the door, watching the procession go from house to house, until the cauldron was lifted to pour soup, and when it was evident that there was not much food left in the pot, it was poured back again.

Mrs. Doyle pinched her apron nervously, and told herself countless times not to be afraid, not to run away... until the group of people passed by the door of her hotel, she mustered up the courage to come forward, put on a bright smile, and greeted the leader Rex spoke up: "Hello, dear sir, my name is Watts Doyle, I really really appreciate the food you have given, can you let me help too?"

Rex glanced at the brave old lady and did not refuse: "Of course, Mrs. Doyle."

Mrs. Doyle folded her hands happily: "This is great——"

At this time, the door behind Mrs. Doyle was opened, and Chris rushed out recklessly, and said firmly: "Please let me help too, sir, my name is Chris."

Mrs. Doyle almost couldn't keep her smiling face, and suddenly became nervous: "Chris?!"

Chris nodded to her and begged Rex earnestly: "Please let me help too, sir, I, I have strength, I can do anything."

"Come on." Rex waved his hands indifferently, leading the way.

Chris immediately followed with strides, even if Mrs. Doyle gently pulled the hem of his clothes, he refused to turn back.

The first two pots were distributed too quickly, and the players hadn't cooked the second batch of boiled water. Rex brought back two civilian NPCs. Liu Meng, who was in charge of the cooking task, didn't think much of it, and pointed to the box of green vegetables. Let the two commoner NPCs take them to the backyard of the tavern to fetch water for cleaning—the commoner NPCs in the exile town would have done things together with the player, and there was no inconvenience in other aspects except that the two sides could not communicate in language.

Chris carried the greens into the backyard of the tavern. Seeing no one around, he turned the winch to fetch water and said to Mrs. Doyle in a low voice of disapproval: "How can I let you take the risk alone? You don't care about this kind of thing." I should have been allowed to come, ma'am."

"You...you child, you are still young, and I am already at this age, so it doesn't matter if something happens to you." Mrs. Doyle said angrily.

Chris shook his head, and started to pour the greens into the wooden basin in the tavern: "Don't say such things, if anything happens to you, I will be very sad, and so will Anna."

Mrs. Doyle sighed and knelt down to wash the vegetables silently.

The two of them were used to the work, and it didn't take long for a whole box of green vegetables to be carried by Chris to the door of the tavern, and handed over to the undead who was in charge of cooking.

Liu Meng checked the dishes washed by the next two commoner NPCs, and found that the players had cleaned up decently, even the roots had been chopped off, so she took out a plastic bag from her pocket, took out two rock candies, and distributed them to the two commoner NPCs.

This bag of rock candy was bought with copper coins from the uncle in the canteen of the chamber of commerce.

Why do players who don't eat need to keep rock candy on their bodies?This is a trick discovered by the players themselves... When looking for civilian NPCs in the exile town to do something, give a rock candy, and the civilian NPCs will be happy to help.

I don’t know who discovered this “BUG” at first. In short, there was a small hole in a player’s backpack. It was not worth selling to buy a new one. He continued to use it but was afraid of losing things, so he “bribed” a sewing shop with rock candy. After communicating with the female worker, he asked the female worker to do private work to help him mend his backpack...

This "bug", which is only circulated secretly among players, and no one posts it on the forum to avoid being planned and repaired by the dog, is being used more and more by players today. Many people will not change their clothes as long as they are not too damaged. New ones, just buy a bag of rock candy and find a female worker to help mend it.

Mrs. Doyle & Chris never expected that the undead would give them candy, and what they gave was a big crystal-shaped hard candy that didn't look cheap, and they were a little confused...

The second batch of the cauldron was almost done when Rex came over.

This weapon master, who was young but well-versed in the world, glanced at the two civilians who were quietly standing beside him and seemed to be waiting for help, and waved to Liu Meng, signaling the undead to give him a share first.

In front of Mrs. Doyle and Chris, Rex generously poured half a bowl of soup in one gulp.

Mrs. Doyle was okay, the smile on her face didn't change much, and Chris, who was not so sophisticated, was obviously relieved, accepting the fact that the undead didn't tamper with the food they were given.

The catering convoy set off again, and stopped for a long time when it reached the middle of the town's main avenue.

The two largest shops "Golden Coast" and "Elegant Dream" are both in the middle of the avenue. Forty percent of the town's prostitutes and male prostitutes are concentrated in these two stores. What's different from other stores is that there are many "special goods" in these two stores. ——Beastmen.

A brothel that is not strong enough can't use the orcs to attract business. The reason is very simple. The cost of guarding the orcs is much higher than the cost of guarding the humans. No matter how weak these orcs are, they can still kill people if they find an opportunity.

Holding a large steel spoon and standing next to the steaming and fragrant cauldron, there are orcs who are also weak and have signs of being imprisoned, which is enough to offset the defense of these orcs who quickly huddled together after the accident; More than [-] or [-] orcs walked out, and some of them knew Ossirian and Lika, and even stepped forward to hug them excitedly.

Rex stepped back, ceding the dominance to Ossirian and Lika, and it was up to him to appease his kin.

The players couldn't understand anything, and they could only watch with a half-knowledge, all surrounded by muttering.

"Is there racial discrimination in this game? The same NPCs who are forced to sell their bodies. The human race is still fat and white, but the orc race is so thin that it has only a handful of bones?" Yang Ying asked curiously.

"Necessary, our undead race is often discriminated against." Tang Jia nodded affirmatively.

Rex: "..."

In order to prevent the undead from misestimating the physical fitness of the prostitutes, Rex had to turn his head and said solemnly: "It's not what you see, the human race is actually treated badly, and they don't get enough food in normal times. They were also forced to take fattening agents used in livestock farms to maintain a plump body, so as not to offend customers because they are too thin."

Not only Tang Jia and Yang Ying, but also the players who came to complete the mission were stunned...

"I—what?! It's just a game! Is it necessary to set the background so dark?!"

"Mom?! I can't look directly at those beautiful big sisters!"

"Damn it, I have a psychological shadow just by listening to it!"

"It's no wonder that the sacks want our righteous undead to attack this place. The light of righteousness must shine on the earth!"

"Rex, cut off all these guys on the street! How dare you treat a whole street of beautiful girls like this, uncle and aunt can't stand it!"

"Capital punishment! Capital punishment!"

Rex covered his ears, ignoring the madmen who got excited and sprayed out everything.

At this time, Hal Maxwell, who had counted heads for almost two hours and was about to explode, came over with a sad face.

This guy changed from his previous domineering, haggard as if he had just been rounded by eighteen big men, silently grabbed Rex's arm and pulled him to a place a little far away from the undead, stretching out his hand without saying a word.

"What?" Rex frowned.

"Give me money." Hal said gloomyly, "You set the task reward yourself, capture an enemy and give 100 territory reputation and two copper coins, this gang of undead captured a total of 860 people, almost [-] Copper coins, where do we bring enough!"

Rex froze.

It’s true that the broilers lined up on the street are spectacular, but Rex didn’t expect that there would be more than 800 of them...

Hal compared his thumb to the player representative who was waiting to turn in the task, and his tone was even more sinister: "The heads have been counted, and those guys are excitedly waiting to get the money. If we don't have enough Copper coins...you know what that means."

Cold sweat fell off Rex's forehead...

"Save the Civilians", each rescued prostitute and male prostitute has [-] points of reputation, as long as they refresh it in their imprint matrix operation panel, it's not a big problem.

In "Capturing the Enemy", in order to avoid giving these undead the opportunity to experience the pleasure of killing as much as possible, Rex not only increased the reward to 100 prestige points, but also added two extra copper coins per person.

According to Rex's expectation, it would be good if the undead with such a small number can capture hundreds of prisoners. After all, they are on other people's territory. The undead must not be familiar with the route as the locals, and there will be a large number of fish that slip through the net...

I never expected that under the double stimulation of prestige and copper coins, the undead could do this siege mission so beautifully, even so beautifully...

Rex put his head in his hands, cold sweat dripping down like a waterfall.

Under the normal "task order", no matter how crazy the undead are, they are still controllable.

"Task order" cannot be guaranteed, and these undead will become a super thorny problem——

Seeing his reaction, Hal was not in the mood to laugh at this guy who always looked at them with his nostrils, and grabbed Reike's collar frantically: "You bastard, don't you want to say that you are not prepared to fight back?" ?! How is this going to end? Ah? Tell me!!”

"It's okay, I'm here."

Hal, who was crazy, and Rex, who was almost crazy, had a man's deep and indifferent voice in their minds.

Hal, who is usually annoyed by Yang giving orders through the imprint matrix, is not only not irritable at all, but ecstatic when he heard this voice: "Yang?! You're here??"

"Yes, I'm here."

Yang Qiu used the matrix to appease the two tools who were about to give up the treatment, then nodded to Supervisor Lowell who was parallel with him, and dismounted first: "It's finally here, let's go in."

Inspector Rowell silently pulled down his dusty hood, and got off the horse sideways.

They each led their horses and walked towards the town gate of Westham Town.

Quest players dispersed quite a bit, some of them went to wander around the town, and some of them habitually formed a team to wander outside the town to see what monsters they could fight; those who stayed in the town, Either they are anxiously waiting for the settlement task to be paid, or they are worried about running around and dying, so they simply wait patiently for the resurrection point to be built.

Several players squatting and chatting at the gate of the town saw Yang Qiu, and immediately yelled:

"Lao Yang is here, Lao Yang is here!"

"Did I come here with a little boy? These two can't be really good friends, can they?"

"Is the broken game still engaging in formalism, and the lord won't be rewarded for the settlement of large-scale tasks? Let us wait so long!"

"If you want to be more open, Lao Yang will have a resurrection point when he comes, so he can roam around casually."

"I just want to send it back and mend my clothes. My pants are so exposed."

Yang Qiu ignored the bluntness of these guys, and calmly led the undead horse into the town.

The scene in the town...Yang Qiu has already seen it through the player's perspective, and there is no fluctuation at all.

The black-robed inspector, who had suffered so much and couldn't help but see this exciting scene, followed Yang Qiu into the town gate, and saw clearly the rows of thousands of half-guo men on the main road in the town who were dying of the sun in the morning of July. Will was dumbfounded...

Yang Qiu raised his eyes to admire the landlords, old money, thugs and thugs who filled the whole street with satisfaction, and showed a happy smile from the heart, as if asking for credit, he supervised the dumbfounded black robe: "Look, what a spectacle, decades of accumulation It's a relief to see this quaint little town once again cleansed of its sins."

Rowell: "..."

He has a lot of objections, and he doesn't know whether to speak or not to speak...

Yang Qiu acted as if he didn't see the resistance written on the face of this backward religious person, led the horse, admiring the distressed gestures of the clients, brothel owners and thugs all the way, and went to find the two tools who were trapped in the siege of the players and were waiting for him to rescue them. people indigenous.

There was a client who was so fat that he was struggling to sit for a long time, and he had been staring at Yang Qiu wearing a black robe. When Yang Qiu passed by him, the client tried to sit up and shouted: "Wait a minute!" ! Are you a black magician? Did you summon these undead?"

Yang Qiu naturally ignored him.

"Wait a minute! I'm, I'm from the Otis family! Earl Otis is my uncle!" The fat client was in a hurry, and took the initiative to destroy his noble status regardless, "If you send me whole Return to the territory of Earl Otis, and you will be rewarded handsomely! Did you hear the black mage?!"

Yang Qiu finally stopped, turned around, and looked seriously at the fat prostitute who claimed to be the earl's nephew.

The fat prostitute's eyes lit up, and he tried to prove his identity again: "My luggage is in the No. [-] VIP room of 'Elegance and Dream', and the family crest is in the glasses case. You only need to ask someone to fetch it to know that I am not lying!"

Yang Qiu nodded to the fat client, looked left and right, and waved to the rider instructor Jerome not far away: "Jerome, come here."

Jerome hurriedly ran up to him, and said, "Do you want to invite this...to the room first?"

"No need." Yang Qiu waved his hand, "Go find a piece of paper and write a 'very valuable' post-it note on this fat man, so as not to go back and classify it in the wrong place."

The fat prostitute who claims to be the noble nephew: "??"

Supervising Rowell: "...(゜ロ゜)"

Even Jerome was dumbfounded...

"Go quickly." Yang Qiu waved.

"Okay, okay." Jerome swallowed, turned and ran.

Jerome has the habit of keeping a diary, so he quickly brought over a piece of paper with "very valuable" written on it, and taped it to the fat whore's chest...