The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 46 - Industrial Thievery and Internal Entanglement

46: Chapter 46 Industrial Thievery and Internal Entanglement

46 -46 Industrial Thievery and Internal Entanglement

[Blood Lambs]

[Type: Mutated Creature]

[Effect: Consuming its flesh temporarily enhances physique and induces madness; Madness +1 stack (up to 99 stacks, loss of sanity)]

“Lord, I think our territory needs some updating.”

After breakfast, Lind was doing his usual inspection of the territory.

Following the battle the night before, the Undeads’ spirits were high and their sense of belonging to Star Dragon Ridge had strengthened.

This was evident in their more dedicated work.

What was even more spirited was their enthusiasm for work; Lind had just taken a look, and the Blood Lambs were nearly being fattened into blood pigs—these little creatures were not picky eaters at all, as long as it was meat, they would eat it.

However, Blood Lambs were like the mythical creatures Pixiu, eating without excreting, visibly at risk of bursting.

Although Lind wasn’t concerned about the fate or future of such blood curdling little things, there was no need to feed them till they burst either—it was too wasteful of food.

“Update?” Lind looked at the Undead standing in front of him with authority, demanding updated content.

He remembered the Undead’s name was “Flawless Legs”—maybe he could make him fight “Loves White Silk.”

“Lord, don’t you feel that the way we issue tasks now is a bit chaotic?” he pointed at the Undead who were chatting up a few women in the distance, arguing over the content of a task.

The downside of verbal tasks was just that.

There would always be someone who got it mixed up or wrong, unable to coordinate, leading to conflicts.

Lind walked over, and the four arguing Undead players, as well as the NPC women who were saying something, instantly stopped.

“What’s going on?”

The women, fearing his displeasure, took the initiative to explain, “Lord, the spoils of war that you brought back last night need processing; we were thinking of letting the Undead handle it for a price of 1 Gold Coin for every 2 items.”

Lind nodded.

Indeed, it made sense to let the Undead handle this, and although the price of 1 Gold Coin for 2 items seemed high, processing the spoils of war, cleaning the blood stains, maintenance, and repair were not easy tasks.

This was also a hidden benefit for the Undead.

They could casually learn the Skills of repairing Armor and polishing weapons.

“And then?

Do they think the price is too low?” Lind looked at the four Undead, though he didn’t speak, the lordly atmosphere was undeniably present.

The four Undead quickly shook their heads, grateful they all knew this was the NPC’s “plotline” and so kept their mouths shut.

“No,” the distressed NPC woman said, “when I first mentioned this, one of the Undead came over to take on the task.”

She pointed at one of the Undead, then turned her finger to another, “And then this one also rushed over saying he wanted to do it together.”

Lind waited quietly for her to clarify the cause and effect.

“But,” she said, pulling her hair in distress, “but when the third one came over, he said he would take 1 Gold Coin for 3 items.”

“The fourth one followed saying he’d take 1 Gold Coin for 4 items.”

“And then they started arguing.”

The silent Undead finally spoke up, “Lord, give it to me to do; I’ll take 1 Gold Coin for 5 items!”

“Lord, I don’t want any money!”

“Lord, I can pay 1 Gold Coin for every 5 items I process.”

“I’ll pay 2 Gold Coins!”

“I’ll even pay…”

Lind nearly choked, now understanding that these damn Undead were not just intensely competitive on Earth, they were the same on this land.

Such scabs!

He could understand the actions of the undead, who were simply trying to steal the skills for weapon and armor repair.

“Two pieces for 1 Gold Coin, you did well,” Lind didn’t listen to the undead speaking, just nodded to the female NPC.

Was Gold Coin the key?

Not at all.

It was worthless outside of Star Dragon Ridge; what he wanted was the labor of the undead.

An already unstable system, if disrupted by saboteurs, would lead to endless troubles regarding who would work, who wouldn’t, how to work, and how to manage it all.

He turned to look at a few undead, “Now, those willing to work for two pieces for 1 Gold Coin, please come over…” then he turned his head to ask the female NPC, “How many people do you need?”

“At most two.

We don’t have that much work to do.” She was already getting used to the work pace here, and the results looked quite good.

“Then two it is!”

The obedient undead went about their business; the first two to start working, the other two left.

Flawless Legs, who followed Lind, said, “My Lord, that’s exactly it, this group of undead only care about themselves, only about internal strife.

It seems like they can help, but in the end, they will destroy the fragile economic system here.”

Lind couldn’t help but give her another look; she had completely dissociated herself from the players.

“Indeed,” Lind nodded.

He was aware of the problem and already had a solution: to use unalterable text, mandatory for each task, rather than allowing the undead to initiate communication and exchange.

Because Lind was very clear that these NPCs were living people, people who could think and be moved by words.

Conveniently, shamelessness was one of the players’ advantages.

Although he had a solution, the rapid development of the undead kept him too busy to implement it.

It seemed…

using the undead to manage the undead was a good method, otherwise relying solely on NPCs for management would leave them shorthanded.

He looked towards Flawless Legs.

“Why not try parchment?” Flawless Legs suggested, “Write the task details on parchment, and then give it to the undead to execute.

Two copies of each task will ensure no one can cheat, and it will also guarantee absolute accuracy in the task details, preventing disputes.”

“Hmm, but the territory has no parchment,” Lind nodded, then shook his head, “Perhaps, can you help the territory to find enough paper?”

Lind had long been thinking of papermaking, but the weather didn’t permit it.

It was too cold; the pulp would freeze even faster.

Winter papermaking required even more patience.

If the undead suggested it, then let the undead handle it.

Flawless Legs was thrilled, “At your command, my Lord!

I will certainly complete your task!”

Her suggestion being approved meant that players could also influence NPC decision-making, right?

Could it also mean that in the future, players could aim for higher positions, or even…

become a lord of their own domain?

She was ready to go back and make an analysis post.

…

“My Lord, we have successfully researched cement!”

Good news followed one after another.

However, with the weather so cold and without mixers, the only use for the undead was like beasts of burden, constantly stirring the cement to prevent it from freezing.

“Excellent,” Lind was quite satisfied, “Now that you have enough cement, I think you can help Star Dragon Ridge build a governmental hall.”

The tasks must be approached step by step; in any case, don’t remain idle.

“Of course, my Lord!

What style would you like?

We have plenty of people; we can build it for you in a day or two!”

The undead, keen on building, finally had materials to work with.

Timber would be stacked to form a frame, and stones and cement would fill it in.

The resulting building might not be very pretty, but it would surely be warm.

The undead were also enthusiastic, even requesting a piece of land from Lind to build a dormitory for eight women and children.

How humane.