[ Full Server Announcement: The value of the LD-47 rifle has been adjusted, and it is now on the shelf of the outpost weapon store. Players who won the lottery before, please ask Boss Sumeria to get the equipment. The LD-47s semi-automatic precision shooter model will be registered tomorrow, so stay tuned. ]
I heard that there are new weapons in the weapon shop.
The players near the outpost gathered together one after another, but most of them dispersed after a while.
The weapon itself is not expensive, at 200 silver coins, it is only twice as expensive as the iron-pipe rifle, but the bullets are too expensive.
1 silver coin, 30 rounds of magazines cost 30 silver, which is simply unaffordable for newbies who just entered the game.
Moreover, the sickle assault rifle is different from the iron tube rifle. The latter has an extremely simple casing structure. In theory, as long as the caliber matches, it can be used regardless of whether it is a rolled bullet or a stamped bullet. If there is not enough smokeless powder, it can even be used with black powder.
Looking at the shelves in the store, the little buddies all sighed.
"Hey! This is too expensive!"
"Hey, let's upgrade quickly."
"Indeed, only when the level is high can you accept tasks with high rewards. This kind of automatic weapon is too difficult to maintain in the early stage!"
Lucius didn't stay at the outpost all the time. He took a truck to Starwood Farm at about two o'clock in the afternoon.
When he arrived at the farm, many young players had already returned from the Elmwood area with their prey, and were handing in tasks to Old Luka.
Recently, there is a shortage of food in Starwood Farm, and the rewards of hunting missions are very high.
The basic income of the hyena has increased from 5 silver coins to 8 silver coins, and the snow wolf whose fur is more valuable has increased from 10 silver coins to 15 silver coins, which is higher than the reindeer passing by the northern suburbs of Spring City some time ago!
In addition, there is also regional prestige that can be obtained.
Many professional life players who are eager to set up factories and are not too short of money squat directly at the intersection of Tuna District, buying prey from hunter players at a high price, and then bring them to the warehouse to hand in tasks, which is equivalent to spending money to buy reputation and contribution.
It is at least ten kilometers from Tuna District to Starwood Farm, and those hunters and players can also save the time of going back and forth, and focus more on hunting books.
How about a little less contribution or regional reputation as long as the price is right?
Most combat professional players don't need regional prestige themselves, and it is enough to collect contribution points.
As of twelve o'clock in the afternoon, fifteen mutated snow wolves and twenty-one mutated hyenas had been hung on the wooden shelf at the warehouse entrance.
The former has an average of over 40 kilograms, while the latter is about 30 kilograms. The meat harvesting rate is almost 40%, and they can get nearly 500 kilograms of raw meat together.
At this speed, the prey in the Tuna district would have to be wiped out by these players in less than two days.
Luka at the door of the warehouse is very busy at the moment.
Seeing the Master Manager coming, he immediately greeted him and said.
"My lord, we need to hire two butchers to handle these prey!"
"The announcement was made, but... no one applied for the job," Luka said with an embarrassed expression. "I have raised the hourly salary from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coins, but there are still not many people interested."
Each task and position has a benchmark value. For example, the hourly salary of a butcher is 1 silver coin, and then the slaughter of a prey is calculated according to the commission. When the NPC releases the task, it will formulate the task reward according to the benchmark value, and at the same time, it can be adjusted according to the priority of the demand. Old Luka's authority is to be able to double the baseline value.
Even so, no one came to apply for the job...
As soon as Lucius heard this, he immediately understood what the problem was.
Most of the Alpha 0.8 players are in Novice Village—that is, the outpost.
The hourly salary of 1 silver coin plus contribution points is still very impressive for new players below LV5, but it is a bit less for old players who have just experienced a wave of expansion packs.
In particular, slaughter needs a threshold. Not everyone can use the knife skillfully like Scrambled Eggs, and he can shave cleanly after three strokes, five cuts and two cuts.
"It's okay, no player is willing to do these tasks, we can find the refugees outside. I plan to go to the camp of the refugees in a while, you can come with me."
Although he had some doubts about those refugees, after hearing what the manager said, Luka didn't say anything anymore, and nodded respectfully.
"Yes, my lord."
Just when Lucius took Old Luka and two guards and headed towards the east gate, the situation in the refugee camp was not optimistic.
Looking at the old man curled up in the shack with a sick face and coughing from time to time, Lex's face was full of solemnity.
This is the fourth one he has seen today.
Even if he is not a doctor, he can tell that the old man's condition is not optimistic.
"They are sick, most likely typhoid fever," the skinny man standing next to Lex reminded, "It will be very troublesome if we don't deal with it as soon as possible."
His name is Penny, he is Lex's younger brother and his helper.
Lex fell into silence, and spoke after a while.
"You can't drive them out of here."
"We have no choice. We don't have medicine or doctors. They can't resist at all, and they will die anyway." Penny tried to persuade, "We didn't come here until half of us died! Is it just for a few and a half legs? The old man in the coffin—"
"Who the hell are you saying is in the coffin?"
An angry voice came from the side.
A burly man came out from the crowd, grabbed Penny by the collar, stared at him and questioned him.
"What do you want to do to my father? I'm here, and I want to see who dares to take him away from here!"
His name is Harber, he is a butcher, and he comes from a small village of a hundred people in the middle of the River Valley Province.
Due to the looting of the predators, he had to leave his hometown with his compatriots, abandon the burned homeland, and brave the cold winter to migrate south, looking for a chance to survive.
Like many people here, they joined the team halfway. And in order to get here, like these people, they paid a lot of casualties.
For the sake of the bowl of hot porridge last night, under Lex's persuasion, he handed over the gun in his hand.
Harber thought it was all worth it.
However, just now, when he was collecting firewood outside, he heard that a circle of people surrounded his door.
Guessing that something bad was going to happen, Harber immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed over without saying a word.
Coincidentally, as soon as he arrived here, he heard what Penny said, and immediately became furious, wishing to tear the man in front of him.
Penny remained silent, looked at him expressionlessly, and let him carry it, but his right hand had already touched the dagger in his pocket.
Seeing that it was done, a few people immediately stood up from the crowd.
Someone stood behind Penny, and someone stood behind Harber, and the two groups stared at each other.
The atmosphere at the scene is tense!
Obviously, there are more helpers on Penny's side, and they are almost all around.
Knowing that if there is a conflict, it must be his side that will suffer, Harber let go of Penny's collar and squinted his eyes to look at Lex next to him.
"I see it now, you plan to kill my father?"
Lex stared at him.
"I never said that."
"Never said that before?" Harber sneered, "I know what you said just now, and the people around you heard it too. Do you need me to repeat it?"
Lex looked at him calmly and said.
"I apologize for my brother's thoughtless remarks. I never said I would give up on anyone, and I have no intention of doing so. Someone is sick now. To prevent the spread of the plague, we must separate the sick from the healthy. We got here because of unity, didn't we?"
"Unity? When I'm not around, throwing my father out is called unity? You forgot who covered you when you crossed the snow! I can see clearly, you only see yourself in your eyes!" Harber raised his chin and stared at him, "Here is what I say. My father will not go anywhere. I will take care of him personally. If you want to take him away, you have to step on my dead body."
The atmosphere was deadlocked.
Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, a hesitant voice suddenly came in from the side.
"Your father's infection was caused by frostbite. If he is treated in time, he can be saved. If he is later, he may have to amputate his limb."
Lex and Harber looked in the direction of the voice at the same time, only to see a young man in his early twenties standing out from the crowd.
He is not tall, and his body is not too strong. His slightly curly hair sticks to his forehead, and he looks a bit vicissitudes.
Lex didn't have a deep impression of him, and he probably joined their team halfway.
"Do you know medicine?"
The young man nodded.
"Yes, although what I know is mainly... um, you can understand it as surgery."
Harber grabbed his shoulder and said excitedly.
"Can you cure my father?"
"Yes." The young man swallowed and nodded slowly, "But I need you guys to help me prepare something... Then, I have to deal with his inflamed wound first. You can move him to my place Is it? There is no condition for surgery here."
Lex glanced at his younger brother and gave him a wink.
"I have a stretcher over there, you go and get it."
Penny looked reluctant, but he followed his brother's words and turned around.
The atmosphere at the scene eased up a little.
Seeing that his father was saved, Harber, who had planned to do something before, calmed down now.
After busy work, a group of people carried the old man to the place where the young man lived. When putting down the stretcher, Lex looked at the young man and asked.
"May I have your name?"
"Tom."
"I don't have much impression of you, when did you join the team?"
"It's been a while, probably in the middle of the River Valley Province, and the snow was not so heavy at that time." Seeing the frozen and inflamed wound on the old man's leg, Tom clicked his tongue, "They can last until now, this is really fate... Can you go out for a while? I need a quiet environment."
Lex nodded, and walked out of the shack with his younger brother.
Although Harber couldn't let go of his father, he followed the doctor's instructions and went out from the shack.
Although there is no more tension, the atmosphere between the two is still not very harmonious.
Lex was about to mediate a few sentences, at this moment, an acquaintance from the same town came over.
"Master Manager is looking for you at the door, and seems to have something to tell you."
Hearing that the lord here was looking for him, Lex nodded immediately.
"I'll go right away."
...
Entrance to the refugee camp.
Lex saw the lord here again.
Just like yesterday, he was wearing a blue exoskeleton, carrying a warhammer and a rifle with a ridiculously long barrel on his back, and he had an extraordinary aura.
Lex readjusted his evaluation.
Maybe it didn't take a charge at all, or even the people behind him, and he alone was enough to send them all away.
At least for myself, I have no chance of winning against him.
It was great that there was no misunderstanding last night.
"How are you resting?"
"Thanks to you, my lord," Lex bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully, "We have resettled everyone and ensured that everyone has a place to live. No one died of freezing or starving to death, even the most noisy The children all slept soundly...Last night was probably the most peaceful night we have spent in a while."
This sounds really comfortable.
Lucius felt a little bit about the fun of those people on the Pioneer.
Smiling lightly, Lucius didn't say much, just looked around.
"I'm glad you can get used to it. But...the atmosphere here is a bit weird."
Lex smiled bitterly and said: "There were some conflicts just now... You know, we are not all from the same survivor stronghold, and many people joined our team halfway. There are too many people, it is inevitable There will be friction, trust me, I can handle it."
Lucius nodded.
He doesn't want to worry about the refugees' affairs, and it may not be a bad thing for him.
As long as they abide by the laws they set, it doesn't turn into bloodshed.
Not to worry anymore, Lucius looked at Lex and said.
"I need two butchers. I have a freshly hunted prey. Is there anyone here who can butcher it?"
Lex nodded immediately: "Yes, my lord, we happen to have a butcher here, if you need it, I will take you to find him."
"Well, you lead the way."
Lucius followed behind Lex, and soon came to a shack.
A burly man stood at the door of the shack, and when he saw Lucius coming with Lex, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes, thinking that he was here to trouble him.
However, what he didn't expect was that Lex, who had conflicted with him earlier, didn't mention what happened just now, as if nothing happened, and introduced himself to the manager next to him in a pertinent tone.
"...This is the butcher I told you about. His name is Harber, and he is from the central area of River Valley Province. His father suffered frostbite on his leg and is receiving treatment in a shed. If you can provide him a small house, I believe he will be happy to help you."
Lucius looked slightly surprised.
"Do you still have a doctor?"
Harber hesitated and said.
"The man who treated his father's frostbite was Tom. We met on the way. I'm not sure if he is a doctor, but he is the only one here who knows how to heal. We can only leave it to him."
Lucius didn't speak, but nodded thoughtfully.
Interesting. I have to talk to him in a while.
Putting the matter of the doctor aside for now, Lucius looked at the man named Harber in front of him.
"I have a job here, and I need a butcher to help us slaughter the prey we hunt. I will pay you two silver coins a day, as well as a place to live. Are you interested in this job?"
Harber was taken aback for a moment, then nodded happily.
"I am at your service, my lord."
Lucius nodded, and looked at Luka beside him.
"Give it to you."
...
At the same time, the north of Starwood Farm is about one kilometer away.
Several men with guns on their backs were squatting next to a semi-collapsed low building, holding a binoculars in their hands, looking at the survivor stronghold in the south.
The group of refugees they were following camped on the east side of the survivor's stronghold. The situation is terrible, and it would be easy to deal with if it was just refugees for a while, but now it's not just refugees, but also the survivors' strongholds that take them in.
This is a bit difficult to handle.
"I saw the wall and the sentry post...Damn it, there are still a lot of people there with weapons."
"Show me."
After taking the binoculars from his companion, the bearded man closed half his eyes and looked towards the survivor stronghold.
After observing for a while, his expression gradually became serious.
"The fence is at least three meters high, and the soldiers standing guard are all carrying guns of the same style on their backs... This group of people is difficult to deal with."
His name was Eugene, and he was a mercenary who occasionally did some bounty hunter work.
Like now.
"What to do?"
Hearing the question from his companion, Eugene thought for a moment and said.
"Negotiate with them first. After all, our target is only one person. It is best if we can avoid conflict."
Several other people also nodded, agreeing with this idea.
However, what they didn't know was that when they were sneakily staring at Starwood Farm, several players were already staring at them not far away.
Edge Paddle: "What do those people do?"
The Boy On The Construction Site: "I don't know."
Big Eyes in Debt: "Refugees? That's not right, didn't we pay for their guns last night?"
Edge Paddle: "Emmm...maybe it's not from the same group?"
Not a gang?
That is to say... Is it strange?
The three little players looked at each other, the smiles on their faces gradually became malicious, and then looked at those people, as if they saw walking silver coins and contribution points.
For some reason, Eugene suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
At this moment, a hound led by a mercenary next to him barked wildly in one direction.
The mercenary turned his head sharply, turned his gun and pointed it there.
"Who's there!"
Hearing the shout, the three little players hurriedly hid behind the bunker.
However, almost at the same time, a swarm of bullets swept across the slope in front of them.
"Hey! What are you doing without even saying hello?"
"Predator! They are definitely Predators!"
"MMP! Who cares who the f*ck they are, since they attack first, just f*ck them!"
[ Full Server Announcement: The value of the LD-47 rifle has been adjusted, and it is now on the shelf of the outpost weapon store. Players who won the lottery before, please ask Boss Sumeria to get the equipment. The LD-47s semi-automatic precision shooter model will be registered tomorrow, so stay tuned. ]
I heard that there are new weapons in the weapon shop.
The players near the outpost gathered together one after another, but most of them dispersed after a while.
The weapon itself is not expensive, at 200 silver coins, it is only twice as expensive as the iron-pipe rifle, but the bullets are too expensive.
1 silver coin, 30 rounds of magazines cost 30 silver, which is simply unaffordable for newbies who just entered the game.
Moreover, the sickle assault rifle is different from the iron tube rifle. The latter has an extremely simple casing structure. In theory, as long as the caliber matches, it can be used regardless of whether it is a rolled bullet or a stamped bullet. If there is not enough smokeless powder, it can even be used with black powder.
Looking at the shelves in the store, the little buddies all sighed.
"Hey! This is too expensive!"
"Hey, let's upgrade quickly."
"Indeed, only when the level is high can you accept tasks with high rewards. This kind of automatic weapon is too difficult to maintain in the early stage!"
Lucius didn't stay at the outpost all the time. He took a truck to Starwood Farm at about two o'clock in the afternoon.
When he arrived at the farm, many young players had already returned from the Elmwood area with their prey, and were handing in tasks to Old Luka.
Recently, there is a shortage of food in Starwood Farm, and the rewards of hunting missions are very high.
The basic income of the hyena has increased from 5 silver coins to 8 silver coins, and the snow wolf whose fur is more valuable has increased from 10 silver coins to 15 silver coins, which is higher than the reindeer passing by the northern suburbs of Spring City some time ago!
In addition, there is also regional prestige that can be obtained.
Many professional life players who are eager to set up factories and are not too short of money squat directly at the intersection of Tuna District, buying prey from hunter players at a high price, and then bring them to the warehouse to hand in tasks, which is equivalent to spending money to buy reputation and contribution.
It is at least ten kilometers from Tuna District to Starwood Farm, and those hunters and players can also save the time of going back and forth, and focus more on hunting books.
How about a little less contribution or regional reputation as long as the price is right?
Most combat professional players don't need regional prestige themselves, and it is enough to collect contribution points.
As of twelve o'clock in the afternoon, fifteen mutated snow wolves and twenty-one mutated hyenas had been hung on the wooden shelf at the warehouse entrance.
The former has an average of over 40 kilograms, while the latter is about 30 kilograms. The meat harvesting rate is almost 40%, and they can get nearly 500 kilograms of raw meat together.
At this speed, the prey in the Tuna district would have to be wiped out by these players in less than two days.
Luka at the door of the warehouse is very busy at the moment.
Seeing the Master Manager coming, he immediately greeted him and said.
"My lord, we need to hire two butchers to handle these prey!"
"The announcement was made, but... no one applied for the job," Luka said with an embarrassed expression. "I have raised the hourly salary from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coins, but there are still not many people interested."
Each task and position has a benchmark value. For example, the hourly salary of a butcher is 1 silver coin, and then the slaughter of a prey is calculated according to the commission. When the NPC releases the task, it will formulate the task reward according to the benchmark value, and at the same time, it can be adjusted according to the priority of the demand. Old Luka's authority is to be able to double the baseline value.
Even so, no one came to apply for the job...
As soon as Lucius heard this, he immediately understood what the problem was.
Most of the Alpha 0.8 players are in Novice Village—that is, the outpost.
The hourly salary of 1 silver coin plus contribution points is still very impressive for new players below LV5, but it is a bit less for old players who have just experienced a wave of expansion packs.
In particular, slaughter needs a threshold. Not everyone can use the knife skillfully like Scrambled Eggs, and he can shave cleanly after three strokes, five cuts and two cuts.
"It's okay, no player is willing to do these tasks, we can find the refugees outside. I plan to go to the camp of the refugees in a while, you can come with me."
Although he had some doubts about those refugees, after hearing what the manager said, Luka didn't say anything anymore, and nodded respectfully.
"Yes, my lord."
Just when Lucius took Old Luka and two guards and headed towards the east gate, the situation in the refugee camp was not optimistic.
Looking at the old man curled up in the shack with a sick face and coughing from time to time, Lex's face was full of solemnity.
This is the fourth one he has seen today.
Even if he is not a doctor, he can tell that the old man's condition is not optimistic.
"They are sick, most likely typhoid fever," the skinny man standing next to Lex reminded, "It will be very troublesome if we don't deal with it as soon as possible."
His name is Penny, he is Lex's younger brother and his helper.
Lex fell into silence, and spoke after a while.
"You can't drive them out of here."
"We have no choice. We don't have medicine or doctors. They can't resist at all, and they will die anyway." Penny tried to persuade, "We didn't come here until half of us died! Is it just for a few and a half legs? The old man in the coffin—"
"Who the hell are you saying is in the coffin?"
An angry voice came from the side.
A burly man came out from the crowd, grabbed Penny by the collar, stared at him and questioned him.
"What do you want to do to my father? I'm here, and I want to see who dares to take him away from here!"
His name is Harber, he is a butcher, and he comes from a small village of a hundred people in the middle of the River Valley Province.
Due to the looting of the predators, he had to leave his hometown with his compatriots, abandon the burned homeland, and brave the cold winter to migrate south, looking for a chance to survive.
Like many people here, they joined the team halfway. And in order to get here, like these people, they paid a lot of casualties.
For the sake of the bowl of hot porridge last night, under Lex's persuasion, he handed over the gun in his hand.
Harber thought it was all worth it.
However, just now, when he was collecting firewood outside, he heard that a circle of people surrounded his door.
Guessing that something bad was going to happen, Harber immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed over without saying a word.
Coincidentally, as soon as he arrived here, he heard what Penny said, and immediately became furious, wishing to tear the man in front of him.
Penny remained silent, looked at him expressionlessly, and let him carry it, but his right hand had already touched the dagger in his pocket.
Seeing that it was done, a few people immediately stood up from the crowd.
Someone stood behind Penny, and someone stood behind Harber, and the two groups stared at each other.
The atmosphere at the scene is tense!
Obviously, there are more helpers on Penny's side, and they are almost all around.
Knowing that if there is a conflict, it must be his side that will suffer, Harber let go of Penny's collar and squinted his eyes to look at Lex next to him.
"I see it now, you plan to kill my father?"
Lex stared at him.
"I never said that."
"Never said that before?" Harber sneered, "I know what you said just now, and the people around you heard it too. Do you need me to repeat it?"
Lex looked at him calmly and said.
"I apologize for my brother's thoughtless remarks. I never said I would give up on anyone, and I have no intention of doing so. Someone is sick now. To prevent the spread of the plague, we must separate the sick from the healthy. We got here because of unity, didn't we?"
"Unity? When I'm not around, throwing my father out is called unity? You forgot who covered you when you crossed the snow! I can see clearly, you only see yourself in your eyes!" Harber raised his chin and stared at him, "Here is what I say. My father will not go anywhere. I will take care of him personally. If you want to take him away, you have to step on my dead body."
The atmosphere was deadlocked.
Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, a hesitant voice suddenly came in from the side.
"Your father's infection was caused by frostbite. If he is treated in time, he can be saved. If he is later, he may have to amputate his limb."
Lex and Harber looked in the direction of the voice at the same time, only to see a young man in his early twenties standing out from the crowd.
He is not tall, and his body is not too strong. His slightly curly hair sticks to his forehead, and he looks a bit vicissitudes.
Lex didn't have a deep impression of him, and he probably joined their team halfway.
"Do you know medicine?"
The young man nodded.
"Yes, although what I know is mainly... um, you can understand it as surgery."
Harber grabbed his shoulder and said excitedly.
"Can you cure my father?"
"Yes." The young man swallowed and nodded slowly, "But I need you guys to help me prepare something... Then, I have to deal with his inflamed wound first. You can move him to my place Is it? There is no condition for surgery here."
Lex glanced at his younger brother and gave him a wink.
"I have a stretcher over there, you go and get it."
Penny looked reluctant, but he followed his brother's words and turned around.
The atmosphere at the scene eased up a little.
Seeing that his father was saved, Harber, who had planned to do something before, calmed down now.
After busy work, a group of people carried the old man to the place where the young man lived. When putting down the stretcher, Lex looked at the young man and asked.
"May I have your name?"
"Tom."
"I don't have much impression of you, when did you join the team?"
"It's been a while, probably in the middle of the River Valley Province, and the snow was not so heavy at that time." Seeing the frozen and inflamed wound on the old man's leg, Tom clicked his tongue, "They can last until now, this is really fate... Can you go out for a while? I need a quiet environment."
Lex nodded, and walked out of the shack with his younger brother.
Although Harber couldn't let go of his father, he followed the doctor's instructions and went out from the shack.
Although there is no more tension, the atmosphere between the two is still not very harmonious.
Lex was about to mediate a few sentences, at this moment, an acquaintance from the same town came over.
"Master Manager is looking for you at the door, and seems to have something to tell you."
Hearing that the lord here was looking for him, Lex nodded immediately.
"I'll go right away."
...
Entrance to the refugee camp.
Lex saw the lord here again.
Just like yesterday, he was wearing a blue exoskeleton, carrying a warhammer and a rifle with a ridiculously long barrel on his back, and he had an extraordinary aura.
Lex readjusted his evaluation.
Maybe it didn't take a charge at all, or even the people behind him, and he alone was enough to send them all away.
At least for myself, I have no chance of winning against him.
It was great that there was no misunderstanding last night.
"How are you resting?"
"Thanks to you, my lord," Lex bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully, "We have resettled everyone and ensured that everyone has a place to live. No one died of freezing or starving to death, even the most noisy The children all slept soundly...Last night was probably the most peaceful night we have spent in a while."
This sounds really comfortable.
Lucius felt a little bit about the fun of those people on the Pioneer.
Smiling lightly, Lucius didn't say much, just looked around.
"I'm glad you can get used to it. But...the atmosphere here is a bit weird."
Lex smiled bitterly and said: "There were some conflicts just now... You know, we are not all from the same survivor stronghold, and many people joined our team halfway. There are too many people, it is inevitable There will be friction, trust me, I can handle it."
Lucius nodded.
He doesn't want to worry about the refugees' affairs, and it may not be a bad thing for him.
As long as they abide by the laws they set, it doesn't turn into bloodshed.
Not to worry anymore, Lucius looked at Lex and said.
"I need two butchers. I have a freshly hunted prey. Is there anyone here who can butcher it?"
Lex nodded immediately: "Yes, my lord, we happen to have a butcher here, if you need it, I will take you to find him."
"Well, you lead the way."
Lucius followed behind Lex, and soon came to a shack.
A burly man stood at the door of the shack, and when he saw Lucius coming with Lex, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes, thinking that he was here to trouble him.
However, what he didn't expect was that Lex, who had conflicted with him earlier, didn't mention what happened just now, as if nothing happened, and introduced himself to the manager next to him in a pertinent tone.
"...This is the butcher I told you about. His name is Harber, and he is from the central area of River Valley Province. His father suffered frostbite on his leg and is receiving treatment in a shed. If you can provide him a small house, I believe he will be happy to help you."
Lucius looked slightly surprised.
"Do you still have a doctor?"
Harber hesitated and said.
"The man who treated his father's frostbite was Tom. We met on the way. I'm not sure if he is a doctor, but he is the only one here who knows how to heal. We can only leave it to him."
Lucius didn't speak, but nodded thoughtfully.
Interesting. I have to talk to him in a while.
Putting the matter of the doctor aside for now, Lucius looked at the man named Harber in front of him.
"I have a job here, and I need a butcher to help us slaughter the prey we hunt. I will pay you two silver coins a day, as well as a place to live. Are you interested in this job?"
Harber was taken aback for a moment, then nodded happily.
"I am at your service, my lord."
Lucius nodded, and looked at Luka beside him.
"Give it to you."
...
At the same time, the north of Starwood Farm is about one kilometer away.
Several men with guns on their backs were squatting next to a semi-collapsed low building, holding a binoculars in their hands, looking at the survivor stronghold in the south.
The group of refugees they were following camped on the east side of the survivor's stronghold. The situation is terrible, and it would be easy to deal with if it was just refugees for a while, but now it's not just refugees, but also the survivors' strongholds that take them in.
This is a bit difficult to handle.
"I saw the wall and the sentry post...Damn it, there are still a lot of people there with weapons."
"Show me."
After taking the binoculars from his companion, the bearded man closed half his eyes and looked towards the survivor stronghold.
After observing for a while, his expression gradually became serious.
"The fence is at least three meters high, and the soldiers standing guard are all carrying guns of the same style on their backs... This group of people is difficult to deal with."
His name was Eugene, and he was a mercenary who occasionally did some bounty hunter work.
Like now.
"What to do?"
Hearing the question from his companion, Eugene thought for a moment and said.
"Negotiate with them first. After all, our target is only one person. It is best if we can avoid conflict."
Several other people also nodded, agreeing with this idea.
However, what they didn't know was that when they were sneakily staring at Starwood Farm, several players were already staring at them not far away.
Edge Paddle: "What do those people do?"
The Boy On The Construction Site: "I don't know."
Big Eyes in Debt: "Refugees? That's not right, didn't we pay for their guns last night?"
Edge Paddle: "Emmm...maybe it's not from the same group?"
Not a gang?
That is to say... Is it strange?
The three little players looked at each other, the smiles on their faces gradually became malicious, and then looked at those people, as if they saw walking silver coins and contribution points.
For some reason, Eugene suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
At this moment, a hound led by a mercenary next to him barked wildly in one direction.
The mercenary turned his head sharply, turned his gun and pointed it there.
"Who's there!"
Hearing the shout, the three little players hurriedly hid behind the bunker.
However, almost at the same time, a swarm of bullets swept across the slope in front of them.
"Hey! What are you doing without even saying hello?"
"Predator! They are definitely Predators!"
"MMP! Who cares who the f*ck they are, since they attack first, just f*ck them!"
