"Huh? 30 reward points?"
Players have been a little hardworking recently.
Turning off the computer, Lucius was about to go to bed. Before going to bed, he opened up the manager’s allowance and found that his reward points were 30 points, so he allocated 20 points to the intermediate blind box without saying anything. The next 10 points were left to the primary blind box.
However, the rewards offered are not ideal. At least not what he wanted.
"A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two packs, can be used twice...Unfortunately, no muscle strengthening needles have been prescribed."
"Even if it's a healing needle, it's not bad."
Picking up the supplies from the conveyor belt, Lucius sighed inwardly.
Say it's completely useless.
As for the ten elementary blind boxes, in addition to a bunch of colorful lollipops, the only useful ones are a 500ml bottle of soy sauce and a 500g bag of salt.
But this bag of salt is interesting.
"...A single intake of more than 10g can increase immunity by 1~5% and metabolism by 1~5%. Good guy, is this a legendary item?"
What would happen if you ingested a whole bag? The idea of stacking buffs just appeared in Lucius's mind, and he soon realized how stupid the idea was.
Ingest a whole bag of salt. I'm afraid it's all marinated.
"Anyway, wait until tomorrow and put it on the shelf."
500g can be disassembled into individual small packages of 5X100g, is it not too much to sell 3~5 silver coins for a package? It’s not too much to say this in good conscience! At any rate, it is a refined salt that does not contain sulfur, sulfate ions, or organic impurities, the white one, and it also has a buff bonus.
It is a benefit for the players. The soy sauce is not easy to divide, and the 100ml sealed container is not easy to find. Just hang a 20 silver coin and put it on the shelf. Anyway, he is not a chef who plans to open a restaurant, so players can buy this thing.
"That's it for today, time to sleep...Popo, wake me up at six tomorrow morning."
Popo, who crouched in the corner and hung up the phone, turned on the signal light.
"Okay, master."
Lucius fell asleep not long after. However, Sumeria, who was squatting in the corner of the next room, couldn't fall asleep. Even if it wasn't because of someone's snoring, the sound insulation effect of this room is quite good, and you can basically hear nothing when you close the door.
What really makes her toss and turn is that tomorrow is her first day on the job.
Is this 'Weapon shop proprietress' really serious about her job?
In the past few days, Lucius fed her 'Delicious food and drink' every day, and she always felt uneasy in her heart. After all, generally speaking, captives are usually treated with nutrient paste that has no nutrition, or simply sawdust mixed with bark, or it may be something else.
Not to mention meat and porridge, thank goodness for normal food. However, after these two days, she felt that she was about to gain weight...
After thinking about it for a long time, it is easy to get sleepy, and Sumeria, who was holding the script book, fell asleep without knowing it. And when she woke up from the daze, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.
"Get up."
Looking at the man standing at the door, Sumeria rubbed her eyes, leaning against the wall and trying to get up from the ground, she found two crutches in front of her.
"Is this... for me?"
Lucius is happy.
"Who else needs this here except you."
In the future, if conditions permit, I'd better install a bionic prosthetic body for her. It's really a bit miserable to look at it like this.
"..."
This guy!
Why are you talking so irritatingly!
Sumeria gritted her teeth, and with two arms, one on each side, creaking her crutches, she stood up from the ground with great difficulty.
Standing aside and watching her complete the whole set of movements alone, Lucius nodded approvingly, very satisfied with her strong performance.
"Yes, it seems to be suitable for you."
Sumeria said stiffly with a cold face, "Whatever you say... Anyway, I am your prisoner, even if you want me to—"
"Okay, stop talking." Not wanting to understand this guy's brain, Lucius interrupted her without hesitation, coughed lightly and continued, "I will arrange work for you in a while. Now, you follow me outside first."
The last time she breathed outside air was three days ago. Follow Lucius on the elevator and go straight to the surface.
Looking at the sunlight shining in front of the nursing home, Sumeria subconsciously raised her left arm, which was holding a cane, and narrowed her slender eyelashes, feeling that the light was a bit dazzling.
"You built the outer wall?"
Lucius said casually, "Evaluate."
Sumeria pouted.
"It's so-so. It can be used to deal with a few predators in the countryside. But if it's a mutant, it's estimated that it can be turned over with something to stand on, let alone encounter a wave or something like that."
Hearing words that he had never heard before, Lucius took a look at her.
"Wave?"
Sumeria said in a casual tone, "There are things that often happen along the third ring road, and you probably don't feel it here. Groups of nibblers began to migrate from the vicinity of the second ring road to the third ring road, and there were many crawlers among them-even more than crawlers, Stronger mutants... Even if I say that, you probably can't imagine it."
Due to the huge size of Boulder City, as long as there are alien species migrating north from the city, they will definitely pass through this survivor's fortress.
And the war between humans and alien species is naturally inevitable. Although Sumeria's mercenary team was only a fringe team, it had participated in several missions to deal with the tide.
Acting with a large army, the risk factor is not so high, and the money for this kind of mission is generally very easy to earn.
In order to resume trade and production as soon as possible, the big shots in the city often spend a lot of money to ask them to help them, and provide them with ammunition without hesitation.
And all they need to do is pull the trigger and put their shoulders on the butt of the gun. Many poor people living in the slums took the road of no return to mercenaries during the wave.
"Indeed," Lucius nodded, "I've only seen nibblers a few times...they seem to be sensitive to light?"
Sumeria nodded.
"Yes, not only are they sensitive to light, but mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies, and mice don't treat them very well, and they will even treat their own kind as prey when they are extremely hungry...so these guys often crowd in the subway Or in the sewers."
"Generally speaking, when you see one, it is equivalent to seeing a group. It is still very dangerous to meet in a narrow place."
After silently recording these clues, Lucius decided to update the entry of 'Inspur' in the database of the official website later. But now is not the time to do this.
"...From now on, this house will be your studio. In the future, if conditions permit, I will find someone to build you a new one. But currently, let's use it first."
Taking Sumeria to the door of the weapons store, Lucius hung the wooden sign at the door on the hook next to the door frame for her.
"I've engraved the price on the wooden board, and I've taught you the corresponding words. If you have any questions, you can find Popo...But it's on the third floor, and it's not easy for you to go up. My players are all Very friendly, if you can't understand what they're saying, just stare at them blankly."
For the unsociable dead house, staring blankly is enough lethal.
"Player?"
Because Lucius used English when he said the word, Sumeria didn't understand what the word meant.
"The translation means 'Refuge residents'," Lucius explained casually, "You don't need to remember their names, and you don't need to deeply understand the meaning of the word, just call them that."
I always feel that it is not polite to refer to the residents of the refuge as 'Refuge residents'...
But Lucius said so, and Sumeria had no other objections. Her own identity is nothing more than a slave, and being able to have a decent job is already the greatest kindness to her.
"Remember, you need to keep an account every time you sell something. I will check the account and inventory every day. But the cheapest iron-pipe rifle costs hundreds of silver coins, and 'players' can't afford it for the time being. Your job should It won’t be too busy. Just help me repair that assault rifle in your free time, and help me make some bullets and weapons within your ability.”
Sumeria glanced at the empty room, except for a table and a chair, there was only a board with nails on it.
There were some low-quality iron pipe weapons hanging on the nails, as if she was afraid that she would forget the price, and there was also a wooden tag with the price written on it.
With a dull gaze, Sumeria looked at Lucius and couldn't help asking.
"Are you going to ask me to dig a gun out of you with my fingernail?"
Lucius: "Can it be done?"
Sumeria: "Nonsense! Even if there is no electric lathe, at least there must be a workbench that can be operated manually?!"
There are often mercenaries who can't find the bullets and accessories they need on the store shelves because they use DIY weapons. At this time, they usually go to some small and medium-sized studios that order machine parts or precision instruments, rent the workbench there, and process the things they need by themselves.
Because of poverty, Sumeria has made weapons and bullets by himself. Although he can't afford high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools that 'Input and shape', it is not difficult to make these things with some affordable electric machine tools, and it doesn't cost too much. time.
But the situation in front of her was beyond her imagination. Let alone electric machines, there is neither electricity nor beds here. Not to mention various types of cutting tools, even the most basic turning tools, boring tools, and milling tools are not available.
Lucius didn't care about her complaints, and continued to speak lightly.
"So, just say what you need, and don't make me guess. Now I ask you to make a list and write down the things you need. It is best to simply draw what they look like. If you can find them, I will let the players try to help you find them. Find a way to buy... By the way, remember to write down their prices, I don't want to waste money."
Sumeria: "Turning tools, boring tools, milling cutters, pliers and hammers, these are the most basic. In addition, I need a slot with threads and scales...Forget it, I'll draw it."
"It's best to have a picture. You can draw as detailed as possible. Maybe my players can make it."
Lucius took out paper, pen and a wooden ruler, and handed them to Sumeria.
After the latter took it, he frowned tightly and began to write and draw on the paper relying on his memory.
Lucius didn't urge her. It is not an easy task to draw these things so that others can understand, especially for an unprofessional mercenary. But doesn't everything start with the first time?
After Sumeria finished drawing, Lucius took the drawing and filled in two lines, then went to the warehouse and found the player on duty sitting in front of the wooden table.
Handing him the paper in his hand, Lucius said concisely, "I need these things on paper."
"If someone comes here to sell things, tell them for me, and let them pay attention when they are picking up waste."
"When you have nothing to do, you can copy it according to this drawing, draw a few more for me, paste it at the door, and send one to the steelmaking blast furnace by the way."
The job of the warehouse manager is also the publisher of collection and production tasks. After all, it is too troublesome to assign tasks one by one.
The player took the paper and looked at it, his eyes widened.
[ Task: Forge or collect a turning knife (with photos) ]
[ Reward: 10 silver coins, 100 contributions ]
10 silver coins!
F*ck!
It is equivalent to the salary of burning cement for a day! If you can pick this up, wouldn't you make a fortune?! There seems to be more than one task, and there are also boring cutters, milling cutters, etc. of the same type.
Regardless of how greedy the player sitting in the warehouse manager's position was, Lucius turned around and left after explaining his work.
Although the quest says forging or collecting, to be honest, he doesn't have great hopes for the players to pick up such good things from the wasteland.
Not to mention that it is now the year 211 of the Wasteland Era, and the pre-war society before the outbreak of the nuclear war may not have used such 'Primitive' processing tools. Maybe people have already popularized more advanced production methods.
Such as 3D printing and the like. Although the technology of the earth in the 21st century is still immature, who can say what will happen in the future?
What Lucius is really looking forward to is that his lovely players can solve this problem with the limited tools and materials at hand.
For example, the big brothers who often exchange metallurgical technology on the forum are all on the list of the third batch of beta testers, and the fourth batch added a few more.
In addition to those who talk on paper, he believes that among these players, there are always one or two who can really solve the problem.
......
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"Huh? 30 reward points?"
Players have been a little hardworking recently.
Turning off the computer, Lucius was about to go to bed. Before going to bed, he opened up the manager’s allowance and found that his reward points were 30 points, so he allocated 20 points to the intermediate blind box without saying anything. The next 10 points were left to the primary blind box.
However, the rewards offered are not ideal. At least not what he wanted.
"A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two packs, can be used twice...Unfortunately, no muscle strengthening needles have been prescribed."
"Even if it's a healing needle, it's not bad."
Picking up the supplies from the conveyor belt, Lucius sighed inwardly.
Say it's completely useless.
As for the ten elementary blind boxes, in addition to a bunch of colorful lollipops, the only useful ones are a 500ml bottle of soy sauce and a 500g bag of salt.
But this bag of salt is interesting.
"...A single intake of more than 10g can increase immunity by 1~5% and metabolism by 1~5%. Good guy, is this a legendary item?"
What would happen if you ingested a whole bag? The idea of stacking buffs just appeared in Lucius's mind, and he soon realized how stupid the idea was.
Ingest a whole bag of salt. I'm afraid it's all marinated.
"Anyway, wait until tomorrow and put it on the shelf."
500g can be disassembled into individual small packages of 5X100g, is it not too much to sell 3~5 silver coins for a package? It’s not too much to say this in good conscience! At any rate, it is a refined salt that does not contain sulfur, sulfate ions, or organic impurities, the white one, and it also has a buff bonus.
It is a benefit for the players. The soy sauce is not easy to divide, and the 100ml sealed container is not easy to find. Just hang a 20 silver coin and put it on the shelf. Anyway, he is not a chef who plans to open a restaurant, so players can buy this thing.
"That's it for today, time to sleep...Popo, wake me up at six tomorrow morning."
Popo, who crouched in the corner and hung up the phone, turned on the signal light.
"Okay, master."
Lucius fell asleep not long after. However, Sumeria, who was squatting in the corner of the next room, couldn't fall asleep. Even if it wasn't because of someone's snoring, the sound insulation effect of this room is quite good, and you can basically hear nothing when you close the door.
What really makes her toss and turn is that tomorrow is her first day on the job.
Is this 'Weapon shop proprietress' really serious about her job?
In the past few days, Lucius fed her 'Delicious food and drink' every day, and she always felt uneasy in her heart. After all, generally speaking, captives are usually treated with nutrient paste that has no nutrition, or simply sawdust mixed with bark, or it may be something else.
Not to mention meat and porridge, thank goodness for normal food. However, after these two days, she felt that she was about to gain weight...
After thinking about it for a long time, it is easy to get sleepy, and Sumeria, who was holding the script book, fell asleep without knowing it. And when she woke up from the daze, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.
"Get up."
Looking at the man standing at the door, Sumeria rubbed her eyes, leaning against the wall and trying to get up from the ground, she found two crutches in front of her.
"Is this... for me?"
Lucius is happy.
"Who else needs this here except you."
In the future, if conditions permit, I'd better install a bionic prosthetic body for her. It's really a bit miserable to look at it like this.
"..."
This guy!
Why are you talking so irritatingly!
Sumeria gritted her teeth, and with two arms, one on each side, creaking her crutches, she stood up from the ground with great difficulty.
Standing aside and watching her complete the whole set of movements alone, Lucius nodded approvingly, very satisfied with her strong performance.
"Yes, it seems to be suitable for you."
Sumeria said stiffly with a cold face, "Whatever you say... Anyway, I am your prisoner, even if you want me to—"
"Okay, stop talking." Not wanting to understand this guy's brain, Lucius interrupted her without hesitation, coughed lightly and continued, "I will arrange work for you in a while. Now, you follow me outside first."
The last time she breathed outside air was three days ago. Follow Lucius on the elevator and go straight to the surface.
Looking at the sunlight shining in front of the nursing home, Sumeria subconsciously raised her left arm, which was holding a cane, and narrowed her slender eyelashes, feeling that the light was a bit dazzling.
"You built the outer wall?"
Lucius said casually, "Evaluate."
Sumeria pouted.
"It's so-so. It can be used to deal with a few predators in the countryside. But if it's a mutant, it's estimated that it can be turned over with something to stand on, let alone encounter a wave or something like that."
Hearing words that he had never heard before, Lucius took a look at her.
"Wave?"
Sumeria said in a casual tone, "There are things that often happen along the third ring road, and you probably don't feel it here. Groups of nibblers began to migrate from the vicinity of the second ring road to the third ring road, and there were many crawlers among them-even more than crawlers, Stronger mutants... Even if I say that, you probably can't imagine it."
Due to the huge size of Boulder City, as long as there are alien species migrating north from the city, they will definitely pass through this survivor's fortress.
And the war between humans and alien species is naturally inevitable. Although Sumeria's mercenary team was only a fringe team, it had participated in several missions to deal with the tide.
Acting with a large army, the risk factor is not so high, and the money for this kind of mission is generally very easy to earn.
In order to resume trade and production as soon as possible, the big shots in the city often spend a lot of money to ask them to help them, and provide them with ammunition without hesitation.
And all they need to do is pull the trigger and put their shoulders on the butt of the gun. Many poor people living in the slums took the road of no return to mercenaries during the wave.
"Indeed," Lucius nodded, "I've only seen nibblers a few times...they seem to be sensitive to light?"
Sumeria nodded.
"Yes, not only are they sensitive to light, but mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies, and mice don't treat them very well, and they will even treat their own kind as prey when they are extremely hungry...so these guys often crowd in the subway Or in the sewers."
"Generally speaking, when you see one, it is equivalent to seeing a group. It is still very dangerous to meet in a narrow place."
After silently recording these clues, Lucius decided to update the entry of 'Inspur' in the database of the official website later. But now is not the time to do this.
"...From now on, this house will be your studio. In the future, if conditions permit, I will find someone to build you a new one. But currently, let's use it first."
Taking Sumeria to the door of the weapons store, Lucius hung the wooden sign at the door on the hook next to the door frame for her.
"I've engraved the price on the wooden board, and I've taught you the corresponding words. If you have any questions, you can find Popo...But it's on the third floor, and it's not easy for you to go up. My players are all Very friendly, if you can't understand what they're saying, just stare at them blankly."
For the unsociable dead house, staring blankly is enough lethal.
"Player?"
Because Lucius used English when he said the word, Sumeria didn't understand what the word meant.
"The translation means 'Refuge residents'," Lucius explained casually, "You don't need to remember their names, and you don't need to deeply understand the meaning of the word, just call them that."
I always feel that it is not polite to refer to the residents of the refuge as 'Refuge residents'...
But Lucius said so, and Sumeria had no other objections. Her own identity is nothing more than a slave, and being able to have a decent job is already the greatest kindness to her.
"Remember, you need to keep an account every time you sell something. I will check the account and inventory every day. But the cheapest iron-pipe rifle costs hundreds of silver coins, and 'players' can't afford it for the time being. Your job should It won’t be too busy. Just help me repair that assault rifle in your free time, and help me make some bullets and weapons within your ability.”
Sumeria glanced at the empty room, except for a table and a chair, there was only a board with nails on it.
There were some low-quality iron pipe weapons hanging on the nails, as if she was afraid that she would forget the price, and there was also a wooden tag with the price written on it.
With a dull gaze, Sumeria looked at Lucius and couldn't help asking.
"Are you going to ask me to dig a gun out of you with my fingernail?"
Lucius: "Can it be done?"
Sumeria: "Nonsense! Even if there is no electric lathe, at least there must be a workbench that can be operated manually?!"
There are often mercenaries who can't find the bullets and accessories they need on the store shelves because they use DIY weapons. At this time, they usually go to some small and medium-sized studios that order machine parts or precision instruments, rent the workbench there, and process the things they need by themselves.
Because of poverty, Sumeria has made weapons and bullets by himself. Although he can't afford high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools that 'Input and shape', it is not difficult to make these things with some affordable electric machine tools, and it doesn't cost too much. time.
But the situation in front of her was beyond her imagination. Let alone electric machines, there is neither electricity nor beds here. Not to mention various types of cutting tools, even the most basic turning tools, boring tools, and milling tools are not available.
Lucius didn't care about her complaints, and continued to speak lightly.
"So, just say what you need, and don't make me guess. Now I ask you to make a list and write down the things you need. It is best to simply draw what they look like. If you can find them, I will let the players try to help you find them. Find a way to buy... By the way, remember to write down their prices, I don't want to waste money."
Sumeria: "Turning tools, boring tools, milling cutters, pliers and hammers, these are the most basic. In addition, I need a slot with threads and scales...Forget it, I'll draw it."
"It's best to have a picture. You can draw as detailed as possible. Maybe my players can make it."
Lucius took out paper, pen and a wooden ruler, and handed them to Sumeria.
After the latter took it, he frowned tightly and began to write and draw on the paper relying on his memory.
Lucius didn't urge her. It is not an easy task to draw these things so that others can understand, especially for an unprofessional mercenary. But doesn't everything start with the first time?
After Sumeria finished drawing, Lucius took the drawing and filled in two lines, then went to the warehouse and found the player on duty sitting in front of the wooden table.
Handing him the paper in his hand, Lucius said concisely, "I need these things on paper."
"If someone comes here to sell things, tell them for me, and let them pay attention when they are picking up waste."
"When you have nothing to do, you can copy it according to this drawing, draw a few more for me, paste it at the door, and send one to the steelmaking blast furnace by the way."
The job of the warehouse manager is also the publisher of collection and production tasks. After all, it is too troublesome to assign tasks one by one.
The player took the paper and looked at it, his eyes widened.
[ Task: Forge or collect a turning knife (with photos) ]
[ Reward: 10 silver coins, 100 contributions ]
10 silver coins!
F*ck!
It is equivalent to the salary of burning cement for a day! If you can pick this up, wouldn't you make a fortune?! There seems to be more than one task, and there are also boring cutters, milling cutters, etc. of the same type.
Regardless of how greedy the player sitting in the warehouse manager's position was, Lucius turned around and left after explaining his work.
Although the quest says forging or collecting, to be honest, he doesn't have great hopes for the players to pick up such good things from the wasteland.
Not to mention that it is now the year 211 of the Wasteland Era, and the pre-war society before the outbreak of the nuclear war may not have used such 'Primitive' processing tools. Maybe people have already popularized more advanced production methods.
Such as 3D printing and the like. Although the technology of the earth in the 21st century is still immature, who can say what will happen in the future?
What Lucius is really looking forward to is that his lovely players can solve this problem with the limited tools and materials at hand.
For example, the big brothers who often exchange metallurgical technology on the forum are all on the list of the third batch of beta testers, and the fourth batch added a few more.
In addition to those who talk on paper, he believes that among these players, there are always one or two who can really solve the problem.
......
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