Beit Street North Gate.
Seeing the guns and ammunition being transported out of the caravan, Old Walter, who was guarding the prisoners, clicked his tongue with mixed feelings in his heart.
"If that guy had fired the gun earlier, he might not have lost."
The survivors of Beit Street never touched a gun, because their respected Lord Mayor never intended for them to afford it.
As for the reason, he can think clearly.
Compared with the predators who can be appeased by money, the hungry scavengers under his feet are what he is really afraid of.
Old Charlie, who had just returned from appeasing the survivors, happened to hear this sentence, smiled lightly, and replied casually.
"The result is the same."
"Why?"
"Do you have faith?"
Old Walter was taken aback.
"Belief?"
Charlie glanced at those blue coats who were full of energy and sticking to their posts, and said meaningfully.
"They have."
What turned this world into a wasteland was never because of a terrible weapon, but the despair of seeing heaven collapse.
Before being sold here, he had seen a rich man plowing the fields with a bionic robot, a war madman who installed a nuclear fusion engine on an airship, and seen eight prosthetic bodies installed to transform himself into an octopus madman.
Many compatriots who came out of a refuge with him were obviously good people before the door opened, but they went crazy not long after they came out.
There are also many people who choose to commit suicide because they cannot accept the cruel reality. But these blue coats seem to be the other extreme.
How to say……
They seem to be a little bit too much optimistic, which is not normal?
Old Charlie couldn't think of how to describe their state. But one thing is certain, if even the despair of the collapse of heaven cannot destroy them, then there must be some kind of strong belief in their hearts supporting them.
They didn't notice what old Charlie was thinking. The two little players standing guard at the door were just talking nonsense to pass the time.
"I have the following six views on the situation in Afghanistan..."
"You are right, but the permanent population of the Vatican is 800 people, and there are 47 million kangaroos in Australia alone. If kangaroos decide to invade the Vatican, then each Vatican will have to kill 58,750 kangaroos."
"By the way, that old man seems to be looking at us?"
"Is there a mission for us to do?"
"No, there's no exclamation point on the map, and he's not wearing a VM."
"Forget it, let's leave that old guy alone...by the way, what did I just say?"
...
The generator that supplies power to the castle is located on the first floor. It is the same model that Lucius bought from Liszt before. It is a combination of wood carburetor + gas generator.
However, the power of this firewood generator is much higher than the one Lucius bought before. The four feed ports are connected to four huge cylinders, and the maximum output power can reach 150KW!
It would be a waste to put a generator in this castle.
Lucius intends to take it back. At present, the power of the "Grid" of the shelter is only 10KW, and it is already very tight to supply power to an active substance extractor.
150KW, can do a lot of things! However, Lucius had to use it before moving it back.
The players skillfully stuffed the firewood into the feeding port and pulled up the electric switch. As the generator started working again, the lighting in the castle was restored.
Lucius, carrying a sledgehammer, stepped into the castle and took the elevator directly to the top floor.
According to the reports of the players, this is the study of the old mayor. Lucius told them not to rummage through the things here, and everything will be discussed when he comes.
These players obeyed obediently, except that the walls were not chewed off by them everything in the study room remain same.
The elevator stopped.
Looking at the fireplace directly opposite, and the neatly stacked triangular pile of firewood in the fireplace, Lucius couldn't help but smashed his tongue.
"It's so corrupt."
Even the corridors are heated! Doesn't this old leech usually wear clothes at home?
The picture was a bit eye-catching, Lucius decided it would be better not to take it at heart after everything here is now his and there is no need to think about it too much.
Passing through the carpeted corridor, Lucius went straight to the study room marked with a special mark on the VM map.
It's more like a collection room than a study room. In addition to some antebellum novels, poetry collections and cooking recipes, the bookshelves also have some weird knick-knacks and decorations.
Lucius reached out and took down a small brass-colored pistol from the bookshelf. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then aimed at the wall beside him and pulled the trigger, only to see a small flame burst out from the muzzle of the gun.
"Lighter?"
In addition to the lighter shaped like a pistol, there is also a beetle clock made of gold springs and gears, which looks very valuable. Lucius even found a few gold bars in a rusty iron box.
It seems that in this area of Spring City, gold is not a rare thing, at least not as valuable as those colorful chips. Otherwise, it would not be thrown here.
"Tsk, that cheap basterd."
"He doesn't even have a single chip left for me!"
Lucius admired my booty for a while. Then he temporarily put aside these flashy things, and his eyes fell on the radio on the desk.
Stepping forward, he reached out and pressed the switch. After a brief pause, melodious and soothing music and loud electric sounds soon floated out from the old speaker.
Lucius was surprised.
"There is a signal?"
Is it from Boulder City? Or is it another survivor settlement...
Lucius is planning to tune the frequency to see if there are other channels.
However, just as his hand touched the black knob, the melodious and soothing music stopped abruptly and was replaced by a glib host.
"...The following is a piece of news. In the north of us, that is, in the northern suburbs of Spring City, there was an armed fight involving hundreds of people. A group of refugees suspected of coming from the north, armed with rifles made of water pipes, attacked the local survivor settlement, the most advanced weapon is a ridiculous smoothbore gun?"
"Tsk tsk, it's cruel. We saw those refugees blasting open the doors of the local people with black powder and smashing their skulls with gun butts. They hanged the men at the city gate, and tied the women with ropes. Then women from one year old to fifty years old were all dragged to the dark alleys... Tsk tsk tsk, this group of beasts are really savage."
Lucius: "...?"
Is this host on drugs? How could it be some stupid words?
The window of the study is facing the Fifth Ring Road in the north of Spring City.
Lucius looked out of the window, and could only vaguely see rows of jagged and crooked high-rise ruins, as well as the wreckage of viaducts and bridges.
The urban areas further away were either blocked or blurred by the winter fog.
"...Can you actually see this place from Boulder City?"
Or did they set up observation stations along the Fifth Ring Road or on a certain high-rise building? Observing secretly with a large telescope?
Lucius raised his eyebrows slightly.
Interesting.
The voice on the radio continued to play. After compiling the barbaric deeds of the refugees in the north, the host of the radio station changed the subject again and abruptly inserted an advertisement in the news.
"The continuous turmoil in the northern part of the River Valley Province is threatening the safety of the southern region. Giant Rock Military Industry reminds you that guns are the foundation of your life. For your safety, we solemnly recommend our latest product - Salamander Assault Rifle, a dragon fruit grenade launcher, and crowbar bread from the cafeteria of the No. 1 workshop."
"If even that doesn't keep your neighbors calm, we also offer a range of military outsourcing services, from fighting to mediation."
"As long as you have enough chips in your pocket, the mercenaries in Boulder City will never let you down!"
...
[ Mission: Liberate Beit Street (Completed).]
[ Explanation: The flag of shelter 404 fluttered on the castle on Beit Street, and our enemies ran away, throwing down their weapons and surrendering. While the old leech's whereabouts are unknown, that doesn't matter. The people of Beit Street will thank us and they will embrace a better tomorrow. ]
[ Rewards: 50 silver coins, 100 contribution points, a chance to draw a lottery, a 330ml bottle of wine, and thanks from Yuki. ]
At noon.
Almost at the same time, they received a reminder that the task was completed, and the players standing in front of the castle showed surprised expressions on their faces.
"Huh?! Am I delusional? What is the lottery chance?"
"Good guy, the closed beta has not been opened yet, and the lottery function has been unlocked!"
"Blind guessing that the next function is to draw cards!"
"Operator: Testing the money collection system is also a part of the beta test, don't play if you are unhappy, it's funny to do it manually."
"Hey, a brass pistol lighter exploded?!"
"F*ck, I'm coming too... F*ck! Why the hell did I smoke a croissant!"
"Hahahahaha, your luck is also like your face, ugly!"
Certainly. Not everyone is busy drawing prizes, either. Like a girl with short hair.
"Thanks from Yuki! Woohoo, how will Yuki thank Tail! Will she let Tail give her a hug? Can you hug it and have a bite?"
Sisi, who was standing aside, sighed, and poked Tail's arm with the butt of his gun.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you are too perverted, you will be kicked off the assembly line."
The lottery draw function was developed by Lucius last night with Popi, but he didn't find a chance to use it, so he edited it first to test the waters in the task rewards.
So far, the feedback from players seems to be pretty good?
Although the prizes in the prize pool are all gadgets that don't affect the balance of the game, the occasional one or two excited shouts from the little Emperor can always push the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.
To Lucius's surprise, judging from the players' reactions, the recognized SSSR is not an iron-barreled rifle priced at 150 silver coins, but the useless "brass pistol".
The brass-colored appearance looks like a "Golden legend", and the cool shape is even more fashionable.
The only disadvantage is that you can't shoot with it and, can only light a cigarette. After all, this thing is a lighter.
However, this is not important!
Anyone who has played "The Division Offline" knows that the weapons with names are not necessarily better than those famous orange weapons, but everyone will still keep them as collectibles, and use them on the forum to pretend to be a big brother to deceive new players.
"Wasteland OL" is the same.
"Legendary" weapons do not provide any damage bonus to the bullets. Whether it is a submachine gun or a Bear shotgun, except for a unique story, it is no better than those iron-barrel rifles bought from Boulder City.
Of course, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the old leech's lighter was completely useless. After all, the players in the shelter now mainly rely on matches to light their fires.
This kind of lighter with piezoelectric ceramics is relatively "High-tech".
Brother Mosquito, who got a croissant, yelled angrily in the square.
"Bad review! Why don't you hold an auction this time! I want that old leech's lighter!"
The players around all looked at him with a smile.
Let you raise your cards blindly! This time I don't engage in group G rules, so I'm dumbfounded.
[ Red Face Boxer ] who got the lighter had a hippie smile, wishing he could wear VM around his neck to show off.
"Do you want it, 1,000 silver coins? This is the only chance."
"Damn! A lighter sells for 1,000! You're stealing money!"
Who the hell can come up with four digits!
Brother Red Face raised his eyebrows proudly. He had no intention of selling it at all, and the price was of course a false report.
"One time for 1000 silver, two times for 1000 silver... Is there anyone else holding a sign? No? Very good, now it's 1500."
Mosquito: "%￥#@!"
After the task is completed, the rewarded silver coins and contribution points will be credited immediately.
As for the prizes drawn and the wine rewarded by the mission, you need to wait until you return to the shelter and pick them up at the NPC's warehouse.
Drinking is better reserved for victory dinners. If the wine is distributed to the players now, Lucius is really worried that these little fools will be disconnected on the spot and have to arrange for someone to carry them back.
That's just asking for trouble.
In addition to the rewards that everyone can receive, some players who perform extra tasks will get additional rewards, and this part of the rewards is mainly composed of silver coins and copper coins, which will not affect the balance, nor will it make them lose their rewards. The player who arrives suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
In fact, Lucius is still considering developing an additional military merit system in addition to the contribution system, making some electronic medals and military ranks, and further distinguishing the growth paths of life professional players and combat professional players.
However, in this way, other problems will arise. Sure enough, when there are more people in the future, players need to go outside to expand their territories, and then consider enriching this part of the gameplay.
Castle gate.
Lucius found old Charlie and asked him to make simple statistics on the materials on Beit Street.
For this work, old Charlie can be said to be familiar with the road, and quickly found the ledger left in the warehouse, and took Lucius to the granary to check it.
"The granary on Beit Street has a total of 8,000 kilograms of croissants, 12,000 kilograms of green wheat, 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, 800 kilograms of air-dried meat, and 30 kilograms of coarse salt, and two sacks of pepper and Indian prickly ash... All materials are counted here In the ledger, every withdrawal of materials is recorded, please look over it.”
With that said, old Charlie respectfully handed the crumpled account book to Lucius.
After Lucius took the account book, he glanced at it roughly. What surprised him was that besides the grain reserves, there were actually two packs of 500g refined salt and kilograms of white sugar in the warehouse.
There's even soy sauce and vinegar!
The old leech's food was too good.
"What about the material reserves other than food and ordnance?"
Old Charlie replied respectfully.
"The furs in the warehouse are mainly used for trading, which can be found at the back of this ledger. But after Liszt's caravan came last time, people from the Bloody Clan came here again to blackmail us. So in the warehouse not many things left."
"In addition, at the grocery store, there are 173 chips and a fur of a hyena cub. Although it is not on the ledger, I have already packed it for you, and it is on the table at the door of the warehouse."
Lucius nodded.
173 chips is not a small number. As for the batch of furs that the old leech honored the Bloody Hand, they are currently wading in his warehouse. Some of them seem to have been bought by Shuri to make clothes, and many players are wearing them.
Just when he was about to ask old Charlie to take him around the warehouse, a disheartened little player walked over from the direction of the castle.
"Master Manager!"
Looking at Killing Chicken At Midnight who came back alone, Lucius probably guessed the result, but he still looked at him and asked.
"How is it going?"
Killing Chicken At Midnight said with a face full of shame.
"...When we went down, there was an explosion sound in the passage, and then the sewage overflowed to the soles of our shoes. We continued to move forward, and soon encountered a few frightened big rats and mutant cockroaches... We solved it After them, we used shovels to try to clean up the blasted rubble, but the wooden beams of the passage had been broken, and while we were digging, the front side collapsed, so we had to withdraw.”
Sewage?
It seems that the underground passage of this wine cellar should be connected to the sewer of Spring City. When the old leech touched the explosives, it probably exploded the water pipe buried nearby.
After listening to the report of Killing Chicken At Midnight, Lucius didn't blame him, but just nodded.
"I see, you have done a good job, don't blame yourself."
If you can't find it, forget it. The survivors of Beit Street have already known the crimes of the old leech, and whether he is dead or not, there is no way people here will let him come back.
After finishing speaking, Lucius stretched out his index finger to swipe on the VM screen, and clicked "Confirm Complete" for the little player's task.
Watching [ Killing Chicken At Midnight ] leave happily, Lucius then looked at old Charlie, and threw the account book in his hand.
"I will take away all the supplies in the warehouse. As for the food, I will take half of it. The rest will be temporarily placed here for the residents of Beit Street to buy. You keep the ledger, and I will have people check it regularly."
"In addition, the official currency of Beit Street has been changed to copper coins and silver coins. The previous chips can still be used, but they will no longer be actively put on the market. In the future, if there is a villager's prey to exchange for money, you can directly pay him silver coins and copper coins."
It may be difficult to implement a new currency at the beginning, but Lucius will use the lever of price to make his own choice in a subtle way.
For the same commodity, it is cheaper to buy it with silver coins, and the survivors will naturally tend to use the new currency for transactions.
After hearing Lucius's order, Charlie immediately understood what he meant, nodded understandingly and said.
"I see what you mean."
Lucius nodded.
At this moment, Lucius suddenly remembered that there was one more important thing that he did not say. So, he watched as old Charlie cleared his throat, raised his voice, and continued with a solemn expression.
"Tyranny has been overthrown, and a new order will usher in the survivors of Beit Street."
"From now on, you are the new mayor."
"I will pay you a salary of 400 silver coins every month, and your first task is to draft a black and white rule as the first law plan on Beit Street. Everything here will be in accordance with what is written in the law.”
Charlie's expression was a little surprised.
Although he guessed that Lucius would probably ask him to help him clean up the mess here, the salary and the law have exceeded his expectations to be honest.
Does this lord still think that there is still salvation in this world?
Although his heart was full of confusion, old Charlie didn't say anything, just bowed his head respectfully, and accepted the appointment with pleasure.
"As you bid, my lord."
Beit Street North Gate.
Seeing the guns and ammunition being transported out of the caravan, Old Walter, who was guarding the prisoners, clicked his tongue with mixed feelings in his heart.
"If that guy had fired the gun earlier, he might not have lost."
The survivors of Beit Street never touched a gun, because their respected Lord Mayor never intended for them to afford it.
As for the reason, he can think clearly.
Compared with the predators who can be appeased by money, the hungry scavengers under his feet are what he is really afraid of.
Old Charlie, who had just returned from appeasing the survivors, happened to hear this sentence, smiled lightly, and replied casually.
"The result is the same."
"Why?"
"Do you have faith?"
Old Walter was taken aback.
"Belief?"
Charlie glanced at those blue coats who were full of energy and sticking to their posts, and said meaningfully.
"They have."
What turned this world into a wasteland was never because of a terrible weapon, but the despair of seeing heaven collapse.
Before being sold here, he had seen a rich man plowing the fields with a bionic robot, a war madman who installed a nuclear fusion engine on an airship, and seen eight prosthetic bodies installed to transform himself into an octopus madman.
Many compatriots who came out of a refuge with him were obviously good people before the door opened, but they went crazy not long after they came out.
There are also many people who choose to commit suicide because they cannot accept the cruel reality. But these blue coats seem to be the other extreme.
How to say……
They seem to be a little bit too much optimistic, which is not normal?
Old Charlie couldn't think of how to describe their state. But one thing is certain, if even the despair of the collapse of heaven cannot destroy them, then there must be some kind of strong belief in their hearts supporting them.
They didn't notice what old Charlie was thinking. The two little players standing guard at the door were just talking nonsense to pass the time.
"I have the following six views on the situation in Afghanistan..."
"You are right, but the permanent population of the Vatican is 800 people, and there are 47 million kangaroos in Australia alone. If kangaroos decide to invade the Vatican, then each Vatican will have to kill 58,750 kangaroos."
"By the way, that old man seems to be looking at us?"
"Is there a mission for us to do?"
"No, there's no exclamation point on the map, and he's not wearing a VM."
"Forget it, let's leave that old guy alone...by the way, what did I just say?"
...
The generator that supplies power to the castle is located on the first floor. It is the same model that Lucius bought from Liszt before. It is a combination of wood carburetor + gas generator.
However, the power of this firewood generator is much higher than the one Lucius bought before. The four feed ports are connected to four huge cylinders, and the maximum output power can reach 150KW!
It would be a waste to put a generator in this castle.
Lucius intends to take it back. At present, the power of the "Grid" of the shelter is only 10KW, and it is already very tight to supply power to an active substance extractor.
150KW, can do a lot of things! However, Lucius had to use it before moving it back.
The players skillfully stuffed the firewood into the feeding port and pulled up the electric switch. As the generator started working again, the lighting in the castle was restored.
Lucius, carrying a sledgehammer, stepped into the castle and took the elevator directly to the top floor.
According to the reports of the players, this is the study of the old mayor. Lucius told them not to rummage through the things here, and everything will be discussed when he comes.
These players obeyed obediently, except that the walls were not chewed off by them everything in the study room remain same.
The elevator stopped.
Looking at the fireplace directly opposite, and the neatly stacked triangular pile of firewood in the fireplace, Lucius couldn't help but smashed his tongue.
"It's so corrupt."
Even the corridors are heated! Doesn't this old leech usually wear clothes at home?
The picture was a bit eye-catching, Lucius decided it would be better not to take it at heart after everything here is now his and there is no need to think about it too much.
Passing through the carpeted corridor, Lucius went straight to the study room marked with a special mark on the VM map.
It's more like a collection room than a study room. In addition to some antebellum novels, poetry collections and cooking recipes, the bookshelves also have some weird knick-knacks and decorations.
Lucius reached out and took down a small brass-colored pistol from the bookshelf. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then aimed at the wall beside him and pulled the trigger, only to see a small flame burst out from the muzzle of the gun.
"Lighter?"
In addition to the lighter shaped like a pistol, there is also a beetle clock made of gold springs and gears, which looks very valuable. Lucius even found a few gold bars in a rusty iron box.
It seems that in this area of Spring City, gold is not a rare thing, at least not as valuable as those colorful chips. Otherwise, it would not be thrown here.
"Tsk, that cheap basterd."
"He doesn't even have a single chip left for me!"
Lucius admired my booty for a while. Then he temporarily put aside these flashy things, and his eyes fell on the radio on the desk.
Stepping forward, he reached out and pressed the switch. After a brief pause, melodious and soothing music and loud electric sounds soon floated out from the old speaker.
Lucius was surprised.
"There is a signal?"
Is it from Boulder City? Or is it another survivor settlement...
Lucius is planning to tune the frequency to see if there are other channels.
However, just as his hand touched the black knob, the melodious and soothing music stopped abruptly and was replaced by a glib host.
"...The following is a piece of news. In the north of us, that is, in the northern suburbs of Spring City, there was an armed fight involving hundreds of people. A group of refugees suspected of coming from the north, armed with rifles made of water pipes, attacked the local survivor settlement, the most advanced weapon is a ridiculous smoothbore gun?"
"Tsk tsk, it's cruel. We saw those refugees blasting open the doors of the local people with black powder and smashing their skulls with gun butts. They hanged the men at the city gate, and tied the women with ropes. Then women from one year old to fifty years old were all dragged to the dark alleys... Tsk tsk tsk, this group of beasts are really savage."
Lucius: "...?"
Is this host on drugs? How could it be some stupid words?
The window of the study is facing the Fifth Ring Road in the north of Spring City.
Lucius looked out of the window, and could only vaguely see rows of jagged and crooked high-rise ruins, as well as the wreckage of viaducts and bridges.
The urban areas further away were either blocked or blurred by the winter fog.
"...Can you actually see this place from Boulder City?"
Or did they set up observation stations along the Fifth Ring Road or on a certain high-rise building? Observing secretly with a large telescope?
Lucius raised his eyebrows slightly.
Interesting.
The voice on the radio continued to play. After compiling the barbaric deeds of the refugees in the north, the host of the radio station changed the subject again and abruptly inserted an advertisement in the news.
"The continuous turmoil in the northern part of the River Valley Province is threatening the safety of the southern region. Giant Rock Military Industry reminds you that guns are the foundation of your life. For your safety, we solemnly recommend our latest product - Salamander Assault Rifle, a dragon fruit grenade launcher, and crowbar bread from the cafeteria of the No. 1 workshop."
"If even that doesn't keep your neighbors calm, we also offer a range of military outsourcing services, from fighting to mediation."
"As long as you have enough chips in your pocket, the mercenaries in Boulder City will never let you down!"
...
[ Mission: Liberate Beit Street (Completed).]
[ Explanation: The flag of shelter 404 fluttered on the castle on Beit Street, and our enemies ran away, throwing down their weapons and surrendering. While the old leech's whereabouts are unknown, that doesn't matter. The people of Beit Street will thank us and they will embrace a better tomorrow. ]
[ Rewards: 50 silver coins, 100 contribution points, a chance to draw a lottery, a 330ml bottle of wine, and thanks from Yuki. ]
At noon.
Almost at the same time, they received a reminder that the task was completed, and the players standing in front of the castle showed surprised expressions on their faces.
"Huh?! Am I delusional? What is the lottery chance?"
"Good guy, the closed beta has not been opened yet, and the lottery function has been unlocked!"
"Blind guessing that the next function is to draw cards!"
"Operator: Testing the money collection system is also a part of the beta test, don't play if you are unhappy, it's funny to do it manually."
"Hey, a brass pistol lighter exploded?!"
"F*ck, I'm coming too... F*ck! Why the hell did I smoke a croissant!"
"Hahahahaha, your luck is also like your face, ugly!"
Certainly. Not everyone is busy drawing prizes, either. Like a girl with short hair.
"Thanks from Yuki! Woohoo, how will Yuki thank Tail! Will she let Tail give her a hug? Can you hug it and have a bite?"
Sisi, who was standing aside, sighed, and poked Tail's arm with the butt of his gun.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you are too perverted, you will be kicked off the assembly line."
The lottery draw function was developed by Lucius last night with Popi, but he didn't find a chance to use it, so he edited it first to test the waters in the task rewards.
So far, the feedback from players seems to be pretty good?
Although the prizes in the prize pool are all gadgets that don't affect the balance of the game, the occasional one or two excited shouts from the little Emperor can always push the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.
To Lucius's surprise, judging from the players' reactions, the recognized SSSR is not an iron-barreled rifle priced at 150 silver coins, but the useless "brass pistol".
The brass-colored appearance looks like a "Golden legend", and the cool shape is even more fashionable.
The only disadvantage is that you can't shoot with it and, can only light a cigarette. After all, this thing is a lighter.
However, this is not important!
Anyone who has played "The Division Offline" knows that the weapons with names are not necessarily better than those famous orange weapons, but everyone will still keep them as collectibles, and use them on the forum to pretend to be a big brother to deceive new players.
"Wasteland OL" is the same.
"Legendary" weapons do not provide any damage bonus to the bullets. Whether it is a submachine gun or a Bear shotgun, except for a unique story, it is no better than those iron-barrel rifles bought from Boulder City.
Of course, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the old leech's lighter was completely useless. After all, the players in the shelter now mainly rely on matches to light their fires.
This kind of lighter with piezoelectric ceramics is relatively "High-tech".
Brother Mosquito, who got a croissant, yelled angrily in the square.
"Bad review! Why don't you hold an auction this time! I want that old leech's lighter!"
The players around all looked at him with a smile.
Let you raise your cards blindly! This time I don't engage in group G rules, so I'm dumbfounded.
[ Red Face Boxer ] who got the lighter had a hippie smile, wishing he could wear VM around his neck to show off.
"Do you want it, 1,000 silver coins? This is the only chance."
"Damn! A lighter sells for 1,000! You're stealing money!"
Who the hell can come up with four digits!
Brother Red Face raised his eyebrows proudly. He had no intention of selling it at all, and the price was of course a false report.
"One time for 1000 silver, two times for 1000 silver... Is there anyone else holding a sign? No? Very good, now it's 1500."
Mosquito: "%￥#@!"
After the task is completed, the rewarded silver coins and contribution points will be credited immediately.
As for the prizes drawn and the wine rewarded by the mission, you need to wait until you return to the shelter and pick them up at the NPC's warehouse.
Drinking is better reserved for victory dinners. If the wine is distributed to the players now, Lucius is really worried that these little fools will be disconnected on the spot and have to arrange for someone to carry them back.
That's just asking for trouble.
In addition to the rewards that everyone can receive, some players who perform extra tasks will get additional rewards, and this part of the rewards is mainly composed of silver coins and copper coins, which will not affect the balance, nor will it make them lose their rewards. The player who arrives suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
In fact, Lucius is still considering developing an additional military merit system in addition to the contribution system, making some electronic medals and military ranks, and further distinguishing the growth paths of life professional players and combat professional players.
However, in this way, other problems will arise. Sure enough, when there are more people in the future, players need to go outside to expand their territories, and then consider enriching this part of the gameplay.
Castle gate.
Lucius found old Charlie and asked him to make simple statistics on the materials on Beit Street.
For this work, old Charlie can be said to be familiar with the road, and quickly found the ledger left in the warehouse, and took Lucius to the granary to check it.
"The granary on Beit Street has a total of 8,000 kilograms of croissants, 12,000 kilograms of green wheat, 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, 800 kilograms of air-dried meat, and 30 kilograms of coarse salt, and two sacks of pepper and Indian prickly ash... All materials are counted here In the ledger, every withdrawal of materials is recorded, please look over it.”
With that said, old Charlie respectfully handed the crumpled account book to Lucius.
After Lucius took the account book, he glanced at it roughly. What surprised him was that besides the grain reserves, there were actually two packs of 500g refined salt and kilograms of white sugar in the warehouse.
There's even soy sauce and vinegar!
The old leech's food was too good.
"What about the material reserves other than food and ordnance?"
Old Charlie replied respectfully.
"The furs in the warehouse are mainly used for trading, which can be found at the back of this ledger. But after Liszt's caravan came last time, people from the Bloody Clan came here again to blackmail us. So in the warehouse not many things left."
"In addition, at the grocery store, there are 173 chips and a fur of a hyena cub. Although it is not on the ledger, I have already packed it for you, and it is on the table at the door of the warehouse."
Lucius nodded.
173 chips is not a small number. As for the batch of furs that the old leech honored the Bloody Hand, they are currently wading in his warehouse. Some of them seem to have been bought by Shuri to make clothes, and many players are wearing them.
Just when he was about to ask old Charlie to take him around the warehouse, a disheartened little player walked over from the direction of the castle.
"Master Manager!"
Looking at Killing Chicken At Midnight who came back alone, Lucius probably guessed the result, but he still looked at him and asked.
"How is it going?"
Killing Chicken At Midnight said with a face full of shame.
"...When we went down, there was an explosion sound in the passage, and then the sewage overflowed to the soles of our shoes. We continued to move forward, and soon encountered a few frightened big rats and mutant cockroaches... We solved it After them, we used shovels to try to clean up the blasted rubble, but the wooden beams of the passage had been broken, and while we were digging, the front side collapsed, so we had to withdraw.”
Sewage?
It seems that the underground passage of this wine cellar should be connected to the sewer of Spring City. When the old leech touched the explosives, it probably exploded the water pipe buried nearby.
After listening to the report of Killing Chicken At Midnight, Lucius didn't blame him, but just nodded.
"I see, you have done a good job, don't blame yourself."
If you can't find it, forget it. The survivors of Beit Street have already known the crimes of the old leech, and whether he is dead or not, there is no way people here will let him come back.
After finishing speaking, Lucius stretched out his index finger to swipe on the VM screen, and clicked "Confirm Complete" for the little player's task.
Watching [ Killing Chicken At Midnight ] leave happily, Lucius then looked at old Charlie, and threw the account book in his hand.
"I will take away all the supplies in the warehouse. As for the food, I will take half of it. The rest will be temporarily placed here for the residents of Beit Street to buy. You keep the ledger, and I will have people check it regularly."
"In addition, the official currency of Beit Street has been changed to copper coins and silver coins. The previous chips can still be used, but they will no longer be actively put on the market. In the future, if there is a villager's prey to exchange for money, you can directly pay him silver coins and copper coins."
It may be difficult to implement a new currency at the beginning, but Lucius will use the lever of price to make his own choice in a subtle way.
For the same commodity, it is cheaper to buy it with silver coins, and the survivors will naturally tend to use the new currency for transactions.
After hearing Lucius's order, Charlie immediately understood what he meant, nodded understandingly and said.
"I see what you mean."
Lucius nodded.
At this moment, Lucius suddenly remembered that there was one more important thing that he did not say. So, he watched as old Charlie cleared his throat, raised his voice, and continued with a solemn expression.
"Tyranny has been overthrown, and a new order will usher in the survivors of Beit Street."
"From now on, you are the new mayor."
"I will pay you a salary of 400 silver coins every month, and your first task is to draft a black and white rule as the first law plan on Beit Street. Everything here will be in accordance with what is written in the law.”
Charlie's expression was a little surprised.
Although he guessed that Lucius would probably ask him to help him clean up the mess here, the salary and the law have exceeded his expectations to be honest.
Does this lord still think that there is still salvation in this world?
Although his heart was full of confusion, old Charlie didn't say anything, just bowed his head respectfully, and accepted the appointment with pleasure.
"As you bid, my lord."
