Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Forty Nine

Yang Qiu was really tired of unpacking the packaging by himself and reached out to ask for supplies from Lu Yiyun, who claims to be the director of the Brain Intelligence Center. He specifically indicated in the list of supplies that all food items should be "bulk" without commercial packaging, preferably even with convenient fabrics. Don’t even subcontract the package...

What else can Lu Yiyun say over there? Even after all the supplies are given, do you care about this idea? Satisfied, all satisfied!

Therefore, the instant noodles in this batch of materials are all the "original" appearance after the production line is down. The whole stack of noodles is plasticized with non-marking plastic sheet, and the oil bag and the material bag are also full of unmarked. Sealed in a plastic bag...

As for whether the material package will not be divided into different parts, will the material be uneven...This problem is not too big, at most it is salty and lighter, and it is not inedible...

Don't mention how fast the deep-fried noodles cook, don't mention how tasty the seasonings processed by modern industrial assembly lines are. Soon, a big pot of polluted, steaming instant noodles will be fresh out of the oven.

Players take out the paper bowls from the material packs (a paper lunch box that can hold 500ml noodle soup at a wholesale market of five cents to two cents), and distribute them to civilian NPCs who will later be "owners" according to the priority of the task. food.

On the other side, the civilians who came from the bottom of the Camel Weaver, couldn't sit still when the aroma of instant noodles wafted out.

These restless people looked at the large group of scary skeletons who were responsible for cooking food on the left, and looked at the private soldiers of the nobleman who had **** their hands and feet and threw them aside. Down...

There is no such thing as compulsory education in this world. Not to mention that the people at the bottom receive a decent education, and there are not many people who can spell their own names; let alone organization and discipline, the most basic ideological virtues are not necessarily there. .

To be more ugly, it means that they have not been educated, they are stupid and savage-if they were not in the depths of the Tarantan wasteland, they had been killing themselves outside the valley, and there were indeed few strong people in this group. Generation... Otherwise, these things such as running away with supplies secretly when no one is paying attention, the bottom of these Camel weavers are absolutely done.

The players did not notice the abnormal movement of this group of "civilian NPCs", and together they carried the cauldron (the straight-tube stainless steel pot used in the canteen) to the civilian side, and handed out paper bowls full of instant noodles and disposable wood. chopsticks……

Common people must know how to use chopsticks.

But the food is all in front of you. There is no reason to say that you would rather be hungry if you can't use the tableware. Common people with green eyes and saliva do not care that the chopsticks are not going well, so they use the small wooden sticks in their hands to lift the paper bowl. Pulling frantically... and sighing too hot.

"The NPC will be hot?" The players were not surprised, a guy even took a close look at the face of a civilian whose tears were hot.

The civilian, who was already hot enough, was scared to death.

"It's OK, don't scare others." The player's teammate smiled and cursed and pulled the little partner away. "This game pursues realism and is about to pursue madness. Common people know how normal they are afraid of being hot and afraid of us."

"Okay, it's realistic enough. If I'm not a boneless frame, I would doubt that I'm actually playing a game, I'm really crossing." The player who scared others sighed authentically.

Several groups of players divided their hair and food. Soon, about half of the civilians held up paper bowls, and the snoring noodles and soup sounded like a symphony...

Players' reactions to these NPCs are quite rare: "Is it so fragrant? I smell it, and it doesn't taste much."

"Isn't that nonsense, the undead's sense of smell is not good."

"Don't say it, seeing them eat so fragrantly, I feel that our task is not in vain, and it is not in vain that we have worked so hard to run so far."

"You can pull it down, you have been on the road for a few hours together, pure lying dead..."

The player returned to the temporary stove with the empty cauldron, poured water and scrubbed it, and re-boiled the water-the cauldron was only ten mouthfuls, and it was impossible to cook food for everyone at once.

I was busy alive, and suddenly there was a terrible cry from the civilian...

"What's the situation?" The players who were busy cooking turned back.

But I saw... a few older male civilians were snatching other people's paper bowls, and many of them were pushed to the ground and messed up...

"Fuck?!" The players were stunned.

Anyone who has been on the train knows that when you are half hungry and half full, you see others eating instant noodles up close, especially if you can smell the smell, it is difficult not to move your index fingers.

If the same situation is left in this world, the consequences will be more serious...

However, the players will not consider this level.

"The mere NPC will still grab food?!" This is the point of shock for the player.

"Relying on my heart, I can never guess how idle dog planning can be. Civilian NPCs do so much!"

"It's not a task, right? It's a dynamic task again?"

"The task panel is quiet, who has received the task?"

The only Ji Tang who knows the truth can't laugh or cry: "Don't be nonsense, stop them!"

The players hurriedly separated some people and ran over with Ji Tang...

After some people took the lead in grabbing the paper bowls, many people who failed to distribute the food in the first batch were also stupid ~ stupid ~ eager ~ to move, and stand up one by one; seeing the undead rushing over, these people squatted back in fear.

No matter how many people grabbed food, they poured noodle soup into their mouths regardless.

In these three days, Yang Qiu hadn't given them food, feeding them twice a day.

But...Yang Qiu's space ring can hold a limited amount, and Yang Qiu is indeed impatient to watch them eating orderly, looting, and robbing each other. These people have done many things...

There is a middle-aged man named Reid (looks old from the outside) who is a recidivist who eats food. Most people can only mix half-full. This guy has never been hungry. When the players rushed to hold him, This guy just rushed to drink the last sip of soup.

"Too arrogant!" Tang Jia couldn't help cursing while holding Reed.

"That's right, this guy's looks really owe you." Sister Jia Luo said uncomfortably.

The blind woman who was robbed of food could not see that Reid who robbed her of instant noodles had been pinned down, and was still crying in a low voice begging for someone to return the food to her; although the language is not clear, this poor way also sees a group of players If you can't bear it, it will become more unpleasant to those who disrupt order.

"This NPC is still a green name, what should I do?" Yang Ying said embarrassingly.

The entropy of the think tanks in their team did not increase, and they were looking confusedly at this group of civilian NPCs who were "intelligent" in any way.

"Tie it up and put it together with the captives." Ji Tang thought for a while and said, "After everyone has received the food, we will finally give it to these people and the captives."

Entropy does not increase silently watching the little friends tie up, and tilts his head to look at the lord Yang who is not far away.

The lord Yang, the NPC, ignored the way they dealt with the civilian NPC, and the old **** was squatting on the ground with the black robe and the little white face.

"The degree of freedom... seems to be too high." Entropy did not increase in a low voice.

When the big pot of instant noodles were cooked again and distributed, the entropy did not increase, so they deliberately observed the reactions of the civilian NPCs.

NPCs that receive food will eat as if they are afraid of being snatched away.

The NPCs that have not been picked up yet, although they are not fighting or grabbing, seem to be waiting peacefully, but...the kind of eagerness and expectation in their eyes, and the fierceness of wanting to push others away from the lead, it is really "Reality" is too much-the most dedicated group performance in the movie can't be performed.

Entropy does not increase: "..."

This female academic tyrant with IQ140 or higher felt something was wrong...

It feels even more wrong, there are more than two hundred people.

On the other side of the valley, the guardians, including the black robe monitor Rowell, hadn't closed their chins.

The undead can cook fragrant food... that's all!

The undead will also distribute food to the living!

The undead will also know to stop people who are out of order!

The way to prevent them is not to curse, beat, or even kill as they imagined, but to tie them up and move them aside!

Such an undead who is more merciful than an army (in another world) is called a ghostly undead-wrong!

Lowell turned his head stiffly, raised his hand and squeezed his eyebrows.

... If it is not clear that he is not dreaming, and Yang is indeed not an illusionist, Rowell will have to wonder if he has a mental flaw and is caught in a certain hallucination...

Rowell forced himself to divert his attention and found that the black magician facing him was facing him with a rectangular metal object slightly longer than his palm and thinner than his fingers. There was also a metal object on the back of the thing. It seems to be a circular device that resembles a camera lens.

"... Are you...?"

"Nothing." Yang Qiu, with his back to the players, calmly put away the phone.

Witness the famous black robes of the Church of the Goddess of Prosperity and the Three Views of Supervision torn apart. As a qualified earthling, of course you have to take a picture...

Seeing Rowell's suspicious face, Yang Qiu decisively changed the subject: "Rowell monitors, if seeing is believing, I don't think you would believe that there are such lawful undeads in the world. It can be seen that people define a certain thing. There are always limitations. Different people define the same thing, which will produce different impressions, but this definition does not really reflect the essence of a certain thing."

"...You are right." Rowell nodded reluctantly.

Yang Qiu smiled slightly: "How the gentlemen who are biased against me will arrange my purpose for taking away these people who are difficult to survive in Camor, I can also guess one or two. Take this opportunity, I hope it will make you and yours The priests understand that there is absolutely no credibility of those prejudices and narrow speculations."

Rowell: "..."

Andre sitting next to him silently: "..."

How should I put it...Anyway, they both feel that the gentlemen's views on this product are not all prejudices...

"Talantan is a piece of wasteland that has been abandoned for thousands of years. For thousands of years, people's impression of Tarantan is nothing but barrenness and danger." Whether they believe it or not, Yang Qiu just outputs it with all his strength. "Years ago I When I traveled here, I was very impressed with this wild but vibrant land..."

Rowell & Andre: "..."

The wandering monsters, infected beasts, and mutant monsters everywhere can also be regarded as the "life" of Tarantan... All right, you are happy.

"...I believe that this land can glow with the brilliance that belongs to her, and I also believe that these unique undead can establish civilization and order on this deserted land." Yang Qiu smiled and said, "Receive Camer. The abandoned people are the common will of me and the undead. As you have seen, we will prove our friendliness with our actions."

Rowell, who was full of complaints, looked serious when he heard this.

Yang Qiu's remarks were tantamount to officially announcing that he was going to encircle Tarantan to come from the feudal lord.

The wasteland next to his own country was ruled by a black magician, this kind of thing... A day before, Rowell definitely used it as a joke.

The reason is very simple. Not only does this wasteland of Tarantan have no aborigines, it also does not rely on the sea.

Find a land without an owner to occupy a land to claim the king, but no aboriginal people can cultivate, let alone build docks and collect slaves by the convenience of the sea... Then what can you do with this land?

Moving in a large number of immigrants from outside is a way, but... it costs money.

Even if the leaders are deceived by swindling and kidnapping, all the leaders must be protected and supported by the lord before the land reclamation is successful and the land is reclaimed.

In short, this is simply burning money for fun, or burning it meaninglessly-with this capital, is it not good to buy a fleet to raise a group of mercenaries and go to the outer continent to grab colonies?

The gentlemen of Cammor are willing to grab the land of the local farmers and are too lazy to take a look at Tarantan. It is impossible for these gentlemen to have a bad brain.

"... That's the case." When his thoughts turned, Rowell decided to respond and nodded solemnly, "I respect your idea, Black Mage. But for the sake of the long-term friendship between our two sides, we will accept Shigar Principality. I hope this will be the last time for people like this."

Yang Qiu made a haha, neither promise nor deny...

He still doesn’t know the virtues of this group of rulers in this world. If he, the self-styled Lord Tarantan, doesn’t deal with the Principality of Shigar, the Principality of Shigar will definitely take the initiative to gather the poor households in this world to him. Frontier stuffed, and then happily waiting for him to give a bunch of mouths...

The self-proclaimed civilized middle class of the earth arrogantly separates their homes from their poor compatriots. If all the people in poor places die, the happiness of the people of the whole country can increase by how much, and the cockroach population is always talking about it; hopes are even worse than the middle class of the earth. The gentlemen of China treat the local compatriots as human beings, that is not enough to be beaten up. (Note)

While talking, the third batch of instant noodles cooked by the players came out, and a group of skeletons came over carrying the cauldron holding stacks of disposable paper bowls...

The black-robed ascetic monk who managed to divert his attention easily, his body was shocked.

The monitor of the prosperous sacred priestess cavalry team turned her head stiffly and looked at her team members.

...Everyone, including Andrei, sat still very quietly and with a deep complexion.

No one made an excuse to leave, and no one untied the leather bag around his waist.

Although everyone was very stable and did not make any disrespectful behaviors such as swallowing saliva or sniffing, they all followed the cauldron carried by the undead...

Rowell: "..."

What’s worse is that the black robe supervisor hasn’t been able to force everyone to stick to their original intentions, because as these cauldrons are moved to them, the seductive and visceral organs can’t help but excite. The stimulating aroma of rising up hit their sense of smell more intensely, and even Rowell's own saliva secreted a lot...

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PS:

In the article, Yang Qiu mocked the "self-proclaimed civilized middle class on earth", including the writer himself_(:з」∠)_

Looking at the world from a personal standpoint, and viewing the world from a group standpoint, the former is inevitably narrow, or there is a period of narrowness, which requires severe beatings to mature.

Even if you look at the world from a group standpoint, there are too many people with the same narrow-mindedness... such as some elite political parties on the planet.

The above remarks did not blackmail any foreign friends, but merely described the facts.

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