Lord of Rot

Chapter 19 Mutated Half Ghoul

The coffin lid was lifted.

A corpse sat up abruptly.

Li Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at the things in the coffin in surprise.

He didn't control the corpse. If the other party can act, it means that this time the birth is... a ghoul!
As soon as the corpse's dry skin changed, the skin was supported by muscles, and the hair all over the body became fiery red, just like the bear.

The skinny face was still ugly, but the skin was much tighter, at least some parts weren't sagging.

Of course, what made Li Qi more concerned was how many words she could understand him.

Li Qi quickly flipped through the necromancer's handbook, looking for a way to tame ghouls, a spell that was simpler than manipulating dead bodies, and if combined with the skill of manipulating dead bodies, loyalty would last forever.

"The loyalty of the dead is more reliable than that of the living."

His consciousness entered the other person's body, and when he stood up from the coffin, he needed to look up at the baron holding the torch. The change in height made him feel very novel.

Then came the physical changes, he jumped lightly, jumped up like a sensitive monkey, his thick hands and feet grabbed into the soil, allowing him to easily stick to the top of his head like a spider.

The running speed comes from the natural instinct of those crypt monsters, and the strength should be the mutation brought by the red herbal medicine.

Li Qi discovered that this kind of monster has extremely strong night vision ability in the dark, and can see extremely far places, even beyond the range illuminated by fire.

In addition, he tried to use the body of this ghoul to use the sword skills of the warg killer, with faster speed and stronger strength, making him more flexible and dangerous.

When he returned to his own body, his bulky body made him somewhat unable to adapt.

"Come here," he waved to the red-haired ghoul.

The other party walked over slowly.

"circle"

After waiting for this command for about 3 minutes, the other party completed it clumsily.

"Well, it doesn't look like a real ghoul, at most half."

Dumb and silly, unable to act independently, can only respond to a certain exact instruction.

But the mutation in her body is obvious, definitely far beyond the level of those crypt monsters.

After telling the half-ghoul to stay here, Li Qi returned to his bedroom.

The entrance to the crypt was closed, and only the stele stood conspicuously there.

Next, he had to boil the antiseptic and find a way to dig a second crypt. With the help of the red-haired half-ghoul, the process would undoubtedly be much faster.

Even if new half-ghouls can no longer be refined, the group of crypt monsters are also good corpse materials, which can expand the defensive power of the porcupine collar.

In the afternoon, Li Qi saw his slaves under the guidance of the housekeeper. They were shackled and curled up like frightened birds, terrified of everything around them.

In other words, showing fear is their protection for themselves.

A new master will not like a slave who is bold, curious, and lacking in awe.

"Is this what you said most were women and children?" Li Qi looked at the slaves and asked Simon.

The butler nodded: "Yes, my lord."

The women looked malnourished, some of the men were disabled, and some were old and weak. Most of the slaves and children stood aside, looking timidly at this handsome lord in gorgeous costumes. all lives.

"I am the lord of the porcupine collar." Li Qi looked at the slaves, his eyes swept over: "Here you can reclaim the land and get a chance to fill your stomach."

Originally, he wanted to give a speech, but the situation of this group of people was beyond his expectation. Various physical conditions made Li Qi worry whether a third of them could survive this winter.

The slaves knelt on the ground, thanking them loudly, with several accents mixed in, some of which he couldn't understand at all.

They should be slaves during the war, or foreigners who came to Dongxia because of the slave trade.

"What are they talking about?" Li Qi looked at the butler.

The butler looked blank: "Sorry my lord, I guess it might be Hexon, or Panbo."

"That's the native language of the Giant's Foot Mountains. They are begging for mercy, master." A lame man said boldly.

The men of the security team are about to step forward with sticks. Slaves are the bottom of the society. Chatting across classes will not make the nobles look up, but will beat them up and teach them a lesson.

Li Qi raised his hand to stop him. He looked at the crippled man, who had a mole between his eyebrows, and the three children standing timidly behind him also had the same mole. Maybe this is a family inheritance?It looks like bugs are lying there.

"Can you understand?"

The man nodded: "Before I became a slave, I went to some places at Giant's Foot."

Li Qi was not interested in the experience of the lame man. He looked at the man's face, and he looked quite handsome, and the dirty faces of his three children couldn't hide his genetic advantages.

In this world, beauty comes from blood, and blood inheritance only exists among nobles. Ordinary people remember who their grandfather is at most. They don't know history, neither origin nor tomorrow.

Li Qi asked, "What's your name?"

"I am Ake, Master," said the crippled man immediately, knowing that when the Lord asked his name, he had his chance.

"You tell them that they can reclaim wasteland and fill their stomachs here, but don't even think about running away."

"Yes"

Ake asked his eldest son to help him stand up on one leg. He told the slaves loudly, and soon the slaves began to cheer and chant loudly.

"What are they singing?" Li Qi asked.

Ake replied, "He is singing of your mercy, my lord."

"But I'm not only merciful," Li Qi said, "They gave you the management of Ake, and I'll give you a few people to help. Although the porcupine collars are not xenophobic, don't steal things or hang around under their noses , stay where you should be, I can barely guarantee that you have food to eat and work hard."

"Yes, master!" Ake said excitedly.

Slaves could not be treated like civilians, but they were grateful to be fed without losing their lives.

Li Qi also had to maintain this identity gap.

"Help me plant the land, and all the profits will be mine, just take care of the meal." Li Qi sighed, the existence of slaves, the biggest beneficiary is the nobleman, fortunately he is a nobleman.

Then Li Qi went to see the only blacksmith in the Porcupine Territory.

In his 20s, he was not very tall, and there was a mole on his ear that looked like a lesion, which turned half of his ear into pitch black.

"I am Black Ears." The young blacksmith bent over the lord riding a tall horse. He had a general understanding of this territory, poor, poor or poor.

It doesn't matter to the lord that he is poor, the blacksmith can live well no matter where he is.

What he cared about was that he was the only blacksmith in this territory!
Black Ears understood what that meant.

Li Qi was not surprised by the blacksmith's name.

"Then Black Ear, what will you build?"

"Farming Tools" Black Ear said: "I have been an apprentice for several years, but my master never let me make swords and armor. When I was here, I chose to come here without hesitation and choose to be loyal to you, please rest assured that I have been watching the master build weapons for a long time, and I have learned those steps by heart, and I will definitely help you create an unrivaled army!"

A... blacksmith on paper?

If he really needs armor and a long sword, he should go to Iron Stone City to buy them, where the most famous blacksmith in Dongxia is located, instead of wasting resources and strength on an apprentice blacksmith.

"No." Li Qi shook his head: "What I need are farm tools, and you have to make farm tools when you come here."

Hei Er's face changed, he wanted to show his skills.

Li Qi said to the apprentice blacksmith who had high eyes but low hands: "You have your own blacksmith shop in Porcupine."

"Yes, my lord!" Hei Er lowered his head.

Iron Stone City would definitely not be able to go back, there was no shortage of blacksmiths there, and he could not earn much money as an apprentice, but he was the only blacksmith in the porcupine collar, and all the money he earned from hoeing belonged to him.

He can only comfort himself like this.

(End of this chapter)