The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 54 - Considered Too Much for Farming Game Players

54: Chapter 54: Considered Too Much for Farming Game Players

54 -54: Considered Too Much for Farming Game Players

At nightfall, fragmented moonlight.

The village of the Mad Wise Ones.

Renzo had already changed into a set of well-fitting clothes that Lind had brought for him, sitting quietly on the rooftop.

He said nothing, just silently watched the group of oddities moving back and forth below.

Anyone with even a shred of sense would know that the night does not belong to rational creatures.

Calamity, mutated freaks, the Mad Wise Ones… It’s their world.

Yet these people seemed completely heedless, tirelessly moving about like the insane.

A mist would roll in from the west every night, the cold wind making Renzo’s body tremble slightly and also reminding him of the moment he was separated from his loved ones by death.

“The night, brings death.”

“The mist, is lethal.”

“The sun, left only warmthless brightness.”

“We no longer have gods to pray to…”

Renzo sometimes envied the Mad Wise Ones.

Although these people were mad, became nothing but walking corpses shrouded in flesh, compared to them, he simply knew who he was, that’s all.

Red flames flickered in Renzo’s eyes, and if someone were to suddenly look up at the rooftop in the night, they’d surely be startled by a pair of intermittently bright and dim blood-red eyes.

The fields of the village of the Mad Wise Ones were fertile, something Renzo was very clear about.

But let’s not forget that lands capable of cultivating mutated crops must be in the Calamity Shadow Region, implying that these areas are prone to breeding Calamities.

The Mad Wise Ones wandering around here wasn’t a problem, but for those strange individuals exuding an intense vitality, trouble was probably brewing.

When things really go wrong, should he intervene and help?

Swearing allegiance to the Nobles was Renzo’s mission, and it was also his proof of life.

Since he didn’t know what else he could do, he chose to offer himself to the distinguished Nobles and let them use him like a weapon.

But when he expressed this intention, Lind outright refused, saying, “Aren’t you supposed to go to Goliath?

You’ll definitely make it there, don’t worry, it won’t be too much of a delay…

There’s no need for you to work for me, the people under me are far more useful than you might think.”

Renzo considered his own strength to be decent, but was it really going unnoticed by that Noble lord?

“What’s that?” Renzo noticed that the odd beings below seemed to have come up with something particularly unique.

A special piece of farming equipment?

It was a special agricultural tool made of wood.

It had a box on top and two wheels underneath.

The front wheel was large and spiked, while the rear wheel was slanted.

Renzo focused intently, intrigued by the bizarre tool.

He saw someone pour seeds into the box and then push the strange contraption forward.

They moved along, and nothing happened?

No, that’s not right!

Renzo looked closely and found traces on the farmland were left behind wherever the tool passed; whenever the front wheel dug pits into the field, the tilted rear wheel would scrape the ground as it turned, covering the holes with loose soil.

But how were the seeds getting sown?

Renzo was puzzled.

Though he did not do any farming himself, he had seen the instinct-driven Mad Wise Ones at work.

Whether hoeing with a tool or digging by hand, it was a profoundly time-consuming and arduous task.

And yet, this group of oddities seemed to be doing it with remarkable ease.

“The quality of the soil here is just as Brother De said, it’s like sandy land.

Nutrients are one thing, but it can hardly retain any water at all.”

“Just be thankful.

If it weren’t for this kind of soil, would our hand-pushed roller seed drill be of any use?”

“That’s true!”

Listening to the conversation of the Undead, Renzo thought to himself: “Seed drill?

It is indeed a farming tool.”

Although he was curious, he merely thought of it as a clever trick by the oddities, akin to a hoe.

Fundamentally, there was no difference; it was all just a means to grow crops.

Looking up at the sky, the fragmented moonlight fell, and the night, it was quite cold indeed.

…

“Phew, finally done planting!”

Niaoniao plopped down on the ground without any semblance of grace at The Place of Curling.

This time, the vast majority of the Undead had neither start-up capital nor land, so they chose to rent from the Lord, repaying him with the harvest.

It was not even a proportional repayment, but by weight.

This meant that if the value of the crops was insufficient, not only did they toil in vain, but they also owed for the land rent and seed costs.

The only options left were to kill Lind to settle the debt, or to run away and escape.

There were many skilled individuals among the players, one of whom was a crafting expert.

Once he discovered that the physical engine in this game world was almost identical to the real world, he created a seeding machine.

Pushing the seeder, without a doubt, increased the planting speed several times over, but there was one downside – the rental cost was too high.

The sunk cost was so high that the folks at The Place of Curling were reluctant to leave the Mad Wise Ones’ village; they feared their fields might be dug up, ruining all their hard work, not to mention the massive debt they’d incur.

“I’m working to pay off loans in the real world, and now I have to work to pay off loans inside the game as well.”

Only when he finally had the chance to take a breath did he realize, to his horror, that he was destined to be a laborer, always having an endless amount of work to do, especially when he remembered he still had several game strategy guides to write!

The night was long and silent, with nothing but the cold wind howling.

In the lonely farmland, the only conversation was between the neighboring Undead chatting with each other.

They, just like the folks from The Place of Curling, wanted to witness the growth of the seeds so they could find time for other activities.

Since the roads were unsafe at night, and they were reluctant to log off, they might as well sit on the ridges and shoot the breeze.

“Ah—” A sudden scream rang out, startling the farming Undead so much that they instinctively stood up.

One by one, swords were drawn from their sheaths as the Undead spontaneously gathered together.

The flickering firelight unsettled the eyes of the Undead.

The sound of a stealthy attack was heard, but its source remained unseen, leaving everyone in shock.

“Who just died?”

The sixty Undead players, although divided into small groups, were all in contact with one another.

As long as they could identify who was in trouble, it wasn’t difficult to spread the message.

“It wasn’t us; it was a villager,” said someone who seemed to have spotted the crime scene.

“An enemy attack?”

The Undead clad in Heavy Armor shrugged, the movement causing his plates to collide and emit a heavy, muffled sound: “Definitely not one of our own.”

“Let’s go check it out together!”

“No need, I saw it just now,” someone ran over.

“It was a skeleton’s handiwork; it smashed the villager’s head.”

“The Burning Legion?”

“Could also be a Necromancer.”

Despite their banter, everyone’s expression was somber.

They had to protect the farms where they had just sown seeds, otherwise, all their efforts would be in vain.

“Looks like our luck is pretty good, we’ve stumbled upon some unexpected plot development,” said a smiling person from The Place of Curling.

“I was thinking earlier that farming would be boring if it was just cultivation, but I didn’t expect this game to not disappoint me, even adding random enemy encounters to the mix.”

The multitude of ways to play the game exhilarated the players.

However, their reactions seemed puzzling to Renzo.

A Calamity was coming, yet these people were neither fearful nor hesitant but eager to face it; what was going on?

Suddenly, an Undead shouted, “Didn’t someone say the attacker was a skeleton?

Then what’s with that fresh cut on the neck, what’s that about?”

A headless corpse clad in a black robe from the Mad Wise Ones stumbled towards them.

“Could this be the Calamity Shadow?”

Some bold Undead rushed forward and struck it down with a sword.

The headless corpse fell to the ground.

“Damn, the experience points are huge!”

“Here comes another one, over there!” But this time, no Undead were frightened because they’d all heard those words.

Lots of experience points!

That meant it was a race of who could act the fastest.

Knowing that we farmers were bored, so they arranged a field encounter battle for us, allowing us to protect fields and level up by fighting monsters.

The production team really considered a lot for us farming players.

How moving!

“Damn, that monster’s heading for my field; it’s mine!”

“Easy there, pal.

Besides, these monsters are high-level; they’re hard to take on alone.

Don’t get too worked up, it’s just a game.

I’ll let you have the next one.”

“Help, I caught a big one, help a brother out!

…

Okay, it’s weakened, now it’s my turn to shine!”

Renzo, sitting on the rooftop, was completely baffled.

Why weren’t these people scared?

Why were they excited instead?

Moreover, he heard a phrase that made his head itch, unable to comprehend it.

“This is a blessing!”

Could it be that he hadn’t caught the madness but had gone insane without knowing it?

Otherwise, why would he hear such a weird statement?

Below, the skirmish continued relentlessly, only it was not the Undead defending but going on the offensive.

“Farming is just too awesome; I want to be a farmer player for life!

Not even Jesus can hold me back, I swear!”