I Am the God of Games

The frost and fog season has not yet arrived, but the weather is getting colder day by day.

Angra, who was walking in the town, looked at the extremely clear sky and sighed subconsciously.

When the frost and fog season arrives, this blue sky will not be seen for nearly three months.

The people in the town did not stop because of the approaching winter, but became busier and busier.

The planting of Lingmai in the farmland, the construction of wooden houses, hunting for meat and fur, and the construction of simple fortifications with wood to defend against the undead that may appear outside the town, every work here cannot be interrupted, only Go hand in hand.

Fortunately, because of the existence of the lord game system in Angra, the work such as crop planting and residential building construction was time-consuming and labor-intensive. Praying is done automatically, freeing up the small workforce of young adults in the town for more important work.

"Lord Lord, you are here." The old village chief appeared out of nowhere, and after seeing Angra who was inspecting the progress of the construction of the dwelling, a hint of joy appeared in his cloudy eyes: "The last one The wheat that has been blessed by magic has been harvested."

"Well done, let's plant some other vegetables before the frost and fog season comes."

Angela took out a small cloth bag, which contained the vegetable seeds he exchanged from the system yesterday.

The previous process on the farmland was basically:

Planting Lingmai → After ripening and harvesting, half of it is put into the granary for storage, and half is sold to the system → 90% of the game currency obtained is used to buy new seeds → Plant Lingmai.

Such an immutable cycle.

The stored game currency is used to buy new farmland and build wooden houses.

It's just that the number of wheat seeds sold in the Penguin Farm store is limited every day. When the snowball rolls to a certain extent, Angela finds that even buying all the wheat seeds sold every day can no longer satisfy the number of existing fields.

If you want to increase the number of wheat seeds sold, it seems that you must first upgrade the penguin farm, and to upgrade the penguin farm, you must first increase the lord level and territorial prosperity on the main page. In short, for now, it is a rather distant goal.

Originally, Angela had some complaints about this, and felt that it was too stingy for the system store to only sell such a few things.

But then he was relieved - the name of this system was originally "Lord Game System" instead of "Farmer Game System".

Although for ordinary people, fields and rations are the same, it is normal to serve the fields there all day, but for a lord like him, agriculture is just a part of the territory.

After the only granary in the town was full of wheat, Angela began to think about using the fields to grow vegetables or something.

For the residents of this poor town, it is quite happy to be able to eat every day, but Angra is also a nobleman. He can only eat dry food these days. Maifan, he felt that he would definitely go crazy...

The old village chief solemnly took the small cloth bag in Angela's hand.

A few days ago, when he saw with his own eyes the wheat that was ripe after being planted for a few hours, the old man burst into tears with excitement, and even the original deep wrinkles seemed to be reduced a lot.

For Angela who created such a miracle, the old man changed his more perfunctory attitude and became extremely respectful.

It's a pity that Angela tried several times, but failed to make the old man turn his concept into 'it's not me, but the god of games we believe in'. Otherwise, relying on the devout energy of the old man, it is estimated that he will be a devout believer at the beginning. Did not run.

"By the way, can you still see the undead outside the town these two days?"

Angela asked with concern.

Everything in the town is developing quite steadily at present, but the undead wandering outside made Angela a little worried.

"Not yet." The old man put the small cloth bag into his arms like a baby, and clutched his chest tightly, then shook his head: "Except for the skeleton at the beginning, there are a few young people hunting around. After patrolling for several days, I haven't seen the shadow of the undead."

"yes……"

Angela breathed a sigh of relief.

"Actually, Lord, you don't need to worry too much about this. Vera is inexperienced, so she may be exaggerating... It is normal for the Royal Army to miss one or two skeletons when sweeping away the undead. Those weak undead are not small. The opponent of the town hunters." The old man saw that Angra seemed to be very concerned about this matter, so he comforted: "Especially this year, in order to encircle the undead, the Kingdom's army even burned the forest. There shouldn't be too many undead escaped."

"Will there be new undead coming out of the Valley of the Dead?" Angela asked.

"No. The undead will not leave the Valley of the Dead in the season of frost and fog. At least I have never encountered such a thing in my more than 60 years of life, so don't worry, Lord, it will be fine."

"If only that was the case."

Angela sighed.

He is different from the old man. Although he does not have the rich life experience of the old man, he has a system as a cheating device.

On the task panel, which usually has a very low sense of existence, a task of [Standing for help] suddenly appeared. Out of trust in the system, or the mysterious god behind the system, Angela felt that the existence of the surroundings was definitely enough for the entire system. The town caused a menacing number of undead!

It would be nice to know when the players got here. Angela thought to herself.

The quest requirement of standing for help is to wait for other players to arrive. In this case, there must be people in the fighting profession among the other players' followers... just like the guardian knights that many great lords have around them.

Why doesn't the 'players are coming' prompt have a countdown like growing wheat...

While Angela felt very depressed about this, he suddenly shuddered.

The north wind is howling, and the weather seems to be getting colder.

Angela looked up, only to find that the sky that was still clear just now was covered with thick clouds.

Little white snowflakes fell from the gloomy sky.

Frost and fog season is here.