Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

Caroline heard noisy noises in the living room early in the morning. She got up from the bed, opened the curtain and looked out, and found that the hostess of the neighbor's house came to their house, and she was pulling Winnie to say something nervously, and said hurriedly. : "What's the matter, mom?"

The second aunt of Megan's family has already shown off that Caroline can talk to Mr. Rex in their family. The anxious neighbor saw Caroline coming out, as if he had seen hope, and asked eagerly. Said: "My people went to work on the main road in the town in the morning, and found that the road was closed and no one was hired. Caroline, do you know what happened?"

"She was resting at home all day yesterday, and she never went out. How could she know?" Ms. Winnie said.

"I really don't know." Winnie walked out of the room and asked concerned, "Can you speak more carefully?"

The neighbor hurriedly took the adult Dingkou in her family to queue up for the job number in the morning, but he told him about being stopped outside.

After listening to the neighbor's introduction, Caroline roughly understood what was going on...

The townspeople worry that something will happen to the new lord and they will not be able to pay to hire them for odd jobs; or they will no longer continue to hire all the people who sign up and want to eliminate some of them. The half-day holiday is just an excuse to deceive them. In fact, the clerks are selecting qualified workers.

These thoughts sound a little ridiculous, but they are not at all ridiculous. After all, it is normal for people to suffer from gains and losses.

Caroline had seen the top-to-ceiling cloth piles in the town hall warehouse, and knew very well that Mr. Rex would never be short of money.

Mr. Rex even the four of these young people from small towns with no identity background are willing to pay on credit and give them big money opportunities. Caroline never believes that Mr. Rex will end up with day-to-day temporary work opportunities. They were stingy with the townspeople and said with a smile: "Don't be too nervous. Since the clerks say that they will only take a long rest, then go back in the afternoon."

"Is this...really? You can go back in the afternoon?" The hostess of the neighbor's house couldn't believe it.

"Of course." Caroline took the hand of the neighbor’s mistress, patted her on the back of her hand, and conveyed her confidence, "My grandfather went to work in the Sanitation Bureau early this morning. We work together to clean up those old houses in the west that have been abandoned for many years. What do we say is to eliminate... the hidden danger of fire. Even my grandfather is continuing to work. How could Mr. Rex pick everyone up?"

The hostess of the neighbor’s house thought for a while, her tight facial muscles finally relaxed, and she clutched her chest and said, "I feel more relieved when you say that, isn’t it? When I came back, I still saw the dead. Those who are locked in the militia dig out the sewers in the block next door. I heard that those who are locked in the militia also get money when they come out to work."

"Persons of the militia" is the collective term used by the townsfolk for the detainees. The reason why they use this neutral term to refer to those people is because some of the townsfolk's families are also locked in... There are prostitutes who work as thugs in the courtyard, and even those who stay overnight in the main street of the town.

Sending away the neighbor’s mistress, Caroline turned to Winnie and said, “Mom, I’ll go to the town’s avenue and have a look. Where is my beige linen skirt?”

"Didn't you just take a day off, you are going out now?" Winnie said unhappily.

"It's been a whole day's rest, it's enough, mother, I wanted to go to the deli yesterday, you didn't let me go~~" Caroline hugged Winnie's arm and started acting like a baby.

Ms. Winnie reluctantly said: "Isn't this afraid of you spending money arbitrarily, you're better off and you're still talking like this, your skirt is hanging in the yard, I'll take it in later."

Caroline put on the linen dress that her mother had washed for her, and went straight to Martin Street after leaving the house, from Martin Street to the middle of the town avenue-because the buildings on that street need to be remodeled, and there are buildings everywhere. Because of the rubbish, many alleys on the whole street have been closed; people who live in the northern living quarters want to go to the Zhenzhong Avenue, either from the town hall street or from Martin Street.

Running around the small town to the three-way intersection in the direction of the town gate, Caroline saw a scene that shocked her extremely...

The junction of the Avenue in the town was so spacious as a small square because it needed to be used to park horse-drawn carriages. At this moment, this small square was densely packed and crowded with hundreds of townspeople.

The townspeople sitting on the ground were very quiet, all of them tilted their heads intently and looked at the isolation belt directly in front of them.

A square table was set up before entering the isolation belt of the central avenue of the town. When Caroline arrived, she saw a lady who was wearing a very gorgeous ball gown and was stronger and fitter than a man, standing on the square table singing.

Caroline doesn’t understand what the lyrics sing at all, like the language of another world, but language barriers can’t prevent Caroline from understanding the power in the song—powerful (...) powerful, deep and long female voice The rhythm and rhythm of singing are more powerful than the voice itself.

Obviously, it is just a sense of rhythm formed by a simple single human voice, or lyrics that are completely incomprehensible, but Caroline feels like a silent tsunami coming on her face with her hearing.

Time went back to 15 minutes ago, when Caroline ran out of the house carrying her skirt.

The orange cat boss, who remembers the lyrics in a mess and ran out of tune, sang the lyrics he could remember for less than three minutes, and the "energy bar" was exhausted, and instantly "changed into a skeleton" from a strong and fit female warrior. Become a skeleton frame.

The strange ghosts and howling wolves that the townspeople heard full of question marks turned into the "KABAKABA" they are all very familiar with...The people who just gave the skeletons' weird dancing movements amused, were all stunned.

"——Sure enough, it's still an undead!" Some townspeople whispered.

There is also Zhuge Liang afterwards: "It can only be the undead, or else you can mix with the undead?"

"What are they doing, are they going to show us?" Someone dared to guess.

The townspeople who heard this speculation expressed shock: "Huh? Is this a show?"

"No, that kind of strange cry is also a performance?"

"That burlesque dance is understandable. The undead dance is quite fun, but the undead who turned into a human...what the **** is that!"

"That's right, it's so ugly!"

The language of the players who provided the performance and the townspeople who watched the performance are not spoken, but the two sides are not completely unable to communicate-the townspeople point to the dancing player, haha ​​happily, and look at the singing orange cat boss when their eyes, expressions and body movements are very special Perplexed, confused, and at a loss, fools can see who the townspeople welcome more.

The orange cat boss jumped down from the table and ran back behind the isolation belt with a look of confusion: "What's the matter? Isn’t art without borders? I don’t know English and listen to English songs and I’m very hilarious. What about those NPCs? Don't you support it?"

Teacher Yuchi who was ready to comfort a few words was stunned: "Wait a minute, you can't even sing the first Little Apple and you are ashamed to say that it is art? Are you rich people so shameless?"

"Are you still a teacher?? Your mouth is so poisonous?!" The orange cat boss was also stunned.

The players next to him were amused: "If it wasn't for language barriers, a cross talk with your partner might be very popular."

The owner of Orange Cat resolutely defended his artistic cell: "I don't think it's my problem. It should be that there is no microphone and no sound. My voice is not loud enough. The NPCs can't hear it, otherwise, I can't be cold."

"I'm proof!" A dancer raised his hand, "Orange Cat Boss sang very well. I almost laughed at it several times. My four-year-old nephew couldn't sing such a happy effect! "

When the orange cat boss heard the first half, he nodded vigorously. Teacher Chong Yuchi waved his bones and claws to signal her to listen carefully; in the second half, he heard that something was wrong, and aside from anything else, he drew out the newly enchanted weapon and rushed towards the player who had dismantled the station with grinning teeth...

There is an orange cat that is very popular. All players know that he has a handicap... When he saw him chasing and hacking the platform, none of the players tried to persuade him. They all laughed beside him.

"No sound really means something." Teacher Yuchi looked at the opinions of the owner of the orange cat, embarrassed, "People on the street all bring a small speaker, we can only rely on the human voice, NPC can't hear it, so we sing it again. It's all for nothing."

Tang Jia, who was pointing at the orange cat owner with laughter with Yang Ying, immediately straightened his waist and slapped his chest and ribs: "I want a loud voice? Isn't that a coincidence, let me come!" "

Borrowing the deceitful orb of the orange cat boss, Tang Jia moved his head to the corner of his neck and stepped onto the stage.

Before starting the performance, Tang Jia hadn't forgotten to turn his head and shouted: "The dancers are not allowed to come out, and there are dancers who are stealing the limelight. No one appreciates my singing."

The owner of the orange cat who didn't cut anyone was depressed. He was so angry that he pinched his thigh bones: "Why didn't you say when I was on, you are not a good person, Xiaotang!"

She appeared in the same style as the bodybuilder female warrior of the orange cat boss. Tang Jia, who was able to make a human voice, did not delay her effort at all. She immediately showed off her talented and loud voice with its own audio system. Roar: "Arrogant ~ face, right, ten thousand, heavy, wave!"

Teacher Yuchi: "...(°A°`

Players: "……(°△°(°△°(°△°))

Tang Jia’s loud voice, as long as anyone who has dealt with her must have been victimized: a sudden violent drink exploded in the ears, making people dizzy, and for Tang Jia, it was just casual greetings to people passing by. .

This Zhang Fei’s voice, which often disturbs the people, is used to sing a cappella song with heroic ambitions. The effect is actually very good. The words and words are like the rhythm of their own drums, which is particularly shocking-not necessarily better than a serious singer. , But definitely **** than a serious singer.

Before Tang Jia sang a few words, the townspeople NPC who was whispering quieted down; halfway through the singing, the shocked townspeople NPC even sat down quietly, watching the performance intently.

"Art really knows no borders, even if you don't understand it, you can appreciate it." Teacher Yuchi couldn't help but nod his head in praise.

Orange Cat boss: "...Are you connoting me?"

Tang Jia’s "energy bar" is longer than that of the orange cat. The boss doesn’t know where it’s gone. The disguised Phantom can be kept for half an hour and an hour. .

This girl has never learned to sing. The advantage is that her natural voice is strong enough, her voice is okay, she can’t get out of tune; in addition, she doesn’t worry about hurting her throat or throat at all in the “game”, so she can raise the pitch without restriction. Play with the volume, and sing the effect...not to mention the indigenous people who are completely out of spiritual entertainment. Even the players who are used to listening to all kinds of popular golden songs are stunned.

"It's awesome, it's more emotional than the singer my dad invited to sing!" An orange cat said in surprise, "Little Tang, the bluffing two-hundred-and-five hundred white-eyed girl, has this specialty?"

"How big of an opinion do you have against Tang Jia?" Yang Ying looked over at her, laughing and crying.

"Your dad invites a singer to sing live? Is it true that the celebrities who are compiled in the novels of Wakao Netwen should come to perform at home?" Other players discovered Huadian.

"What are you talking about? It's a commercial performance invited by the mall to open." An orange cat waved his hand quickly, "Who is okay to invite someone to sing at home, isn't vinyl records fragrant?"

"I rely on your home to open a shopping mall, and I also play vinyl!"

"...Endless?"

When Don Jia was self-improving, the window of the family hotel near the corner of the street was opened, and Mrs. Doyle, her husband, and the residents staying in Mrs. Doyle's house all appeared in the windows.

The penetrating song floated to Martin Street next door, and many residents and businesses also heard the sound.

When Caroline arrived, Tang Jia on the side table had already sang the third song, March of the Volunteers.

The temperament of this song is completely different from the previous two entertainment tracks. To the local residents, the particularly powerful tonal rhythms that are not understood by the local residents are not even shocking, but are beating them with a big hammer. One by one’s heart and soul, they listened engrossedly, forgetting everything...

Half a street away from the former mayor’s house, he was confused about where Yang Qiu got the "micro" generator set from, and suddenly felt a very short and subtle sense of oppression.

The church monk who had this inspiration second only to Yang Qiu hesitated, choosing the latter from the effect of illusion and inspiration, walking out of the living room and entering the courtyard, letting go of the mental field, and carefully and cautiously perceiving the energy fluctuations in the surrounding space.

There was nothing unusual, as if the brief but slight pressure was just his nervousness.

Lowell frowned and thought for a while, and told Wagner to look after the house, changed his shoes, and went out to the town hall.

Seeing Yang Qiu in the archives room of the town hall, before Rowell could speak, Yang Qiu said: "Did you notice it too, monitor."

"What's that?" Lowell inspector asked immediately.

"I don't know." Yang Qiu shook his head and said unhappily, "Is there any unknown being who looked at Westem, this kind of overlooking is quite rude."

Rowell: "..."

Rowell said blankly: "You only feel offended when you are peeped by an unknown existence?"

"Otherwise?" Yang Qiu said indifferently, "Weakness is too small to be traced, so it's not decent to pay too much attention."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, the unknowable things that are not even gaze can affect the material plane at all, and they are far worse than the resurgent ancient gods.

But Lowell still felt that Yang Qiu was too optimistic and did not agree with the authentic words: "Don't you think that maybe this unknown existence is because of your weird undead?"

It is not easy for those terrifying monsters in the endless void to invade the material world. They also need to use unstable time-space cracks to pass through the walls of the material world. Unlike the dimensional demon world, especially some incomplete dimensional demon worlds that even have no demon king, they almost become the void. Devil's playground.

Yang Qiu laughed: "It's impossible!"

The wall of the world on the earth plane is much better than this magic plane! Even the tentacles of the ancient gods can't pass through, and when they find an anchor to the target, they have to drag the target here!

Had it not been for his life-saving fusion of the ancient god's tentacles and his soul with the breath of the ancient god, he would have been easily found and dragged back by the **** ancient god, he would have avoided the earth to live his retirement life!

Supervisor Lowell stared at Yang Qiu blankly for a while, and said faintly: "You are sure that your undead will not be affected by the void...So to speak, your undead are not from the Dimensional Demon Realm. "

Yang Qiu smiled without saying a word.

When he used part of the evil energy obtained by fusing the tentacles of the ancient gods to move the breath of the void to the town of exile, and let the players do activities in the void, it doesn’t matter whether the church monk will see through the players’ followers. Feet up.

Supervisor Lowell also figured out this point. He did not delve into it, but he took a deep look at Yang Qiu: "You... are too confident. Your undead are not protected by the deep rules of this world. They, don't Belongs to this world."

"Thank you, monitor." Yang Qiu understood that this church monk is accustomed to hiding his concern under his solemn face, accepted his kindness, and said with a smile, "Please forgive me for not being able to tell you our undead. The true origin of friends, I can only tell you, anyone can be contaminated, and they will never."

The mental projection must be impossible to be contaminated, just like a person wearing neat clothes to look in a dirty mirror, no matter how dirty the reflection in the mirror is, the person who contrasts the mirror cannot have the slightest influence.

Supervisor Lowell frowned and shook his head, said nothing, turned and left.

"Wait a minute, monitor." Yang Qiu stood up and called Rowell with a smile on his face. "If nothing happens, why not come and see what our undead friends made to improve the quality of life of the Westemers." Try Harder."

While the players were engaged in concerts to appease the townspeople, Ji Tang and others accelerated their actions to pull the wires, install the generator transformers, and give priority to the town hall, Lord Yang’s residence, two settlement points, the Canteen Branch of the Undead Chamber of Commerce, and The oil mill, which was the first to be renovated, was energized.

This oil mill was proposed by the player mayor Ji Tang after he came back to the countryside with Rex on his first day of investigation. Due to the very underdeveloped relationship of Westem’s livestock industry, the local people’s demand for edible oil There is a big gap; it is definitely not practical to develop animal husbandry now. Ji Tang found that local farmers have the habit of rotating soybeans, and each household has a lot of soybeans for salt replacement or emergency food. Of course, he will consider it. Soybean oil extraction.

Rex, who was easily persuaded by Ji Tang, went to Yang Qiu on the same day, and through some difficult negotiations (mainly because Rex didn’t understand why Ji Tang thought that Yang Neng had a counterpart machine, or even the Kenyan Empire). No high-end goods), Yang Qiu agreed to the two people’s application, and unceremoniously charged Rex with the machine bill for the oil mill...

After Rex carried a debt, the oil press factory transformed by the original "lover" club had an additional China-made screw automatic oil press (manufactured by H Province Machinery Factory, ex-factory price of 23 thousand, and power generation The machine is similar, smaller than a generator), a steaming pan, and two fully automatic multi-function tofu machines (the ex-factory price is about 13,000 yuan).

Yang Qiu led Lowell to the oil mill. Ji Tang, Rex, and Zhao Zhenzhen led several orcs to debug the machines in the factory (Lao Geng and Master Liu returned to town), and saw them swaying. Entering the door, except for the few orcs who Rex arranged to be in charge of the oil mill, they were a little nervous, and everyone else didn't give a lot of glances...

Yang Qiu handed an azalea badge to Rowell, and Rowell hesitated and took the badge.

The spiritual matrix is ​​not Yang Qiu’s original creation-when the caster decides to build a mage tower in a certain place, he will set the mage tower as the core of the matrix and create a semi-permanent spiritual matrix that can cover the entire territory; the locals hold If you have tokens donated by the spellcaster added to the matrix, you can get help when you are in danger. If you are killed by someone unfortunately, you can leave a spiritual message in the matrix to reveal the murderer before death.

To put it bluntly, it is a magical version of a regional LAN, which has a certain degree of security protection-or the lords of all regions are eager to have spellcasters to build mage towers locally, and they are willing to produce people and things.

It costs money and time to build the Mage Tower, and it also limits the range of activities of the caster himself. Yang Qiu directly regards his own body as the core of the matrix... and only an old monster like him who has lived for three hundred years can do that.

The moment Lowell squeezed the azalea badge into his hand, he discovered that the strange "KABAKABA" sounds of Ji Tang and Zhao Zhenzhen had turned into a clear and organized dialogue between young men and women.

He cast his gaze to Zhao Zhenzhen in surprise. He clearly heard that the skeleton made a gentle and powerful female voice that gave people a trustworthy, intimate feeling:

"...The newly harvested soybeans can't be directly squeezed for oil. There is too much water. Have the steaming and frying equipment been set up?"

The other skeleton made a male voice that exhales more forcefully and calmly:

"The one over there is...The biggest problem right now is that the soybean varieties grown here are not very good. I estimate that the oil yield is only about 10%."

Zhao Zhenzhen said: "10% is fine. It's better than oil. The beancake that has been squeezed out of oil can be made into tofu directly, and it can't be wasted. Now this weather, it is more appropriate to make dried tofu, and it can be stored for a while... by the way. , I have to find a place for the tofu residue. Didn’t it mean that some abandoned empty houses in the town are concentrated in the northwest of Martin Street? Be richer. What do you mean by Rex?"

Rex, Lord Westem, obviously couldn’t keep up. He didn’t understand how to squeeze soybean oil, so he switched to raising chickens and ducks. After a moment’s stunned, he said, "This...it should be possible. Well... the two alleys over there are empty, and only a few households live. Then, then we have to collect some chicken cubs?"

"No, the cost of naturally hatched chicken and duck seedlings is too high, it is neither cost-effective, nor can it be scaled up." Zhao Zhenzhen waved his hand, "Go to collect some fertilized eggs and duck eggs. We hire people to incubate and raise a few more. post."

Rex looked at Ji Tang awkwardly, hatched himself? What exactly is Ms. Zhao Zhenzhen talking about? How to brood without a hen?

"Oh, I will, it's okay, I will teach the workers when that happens." Ji Tang said naturally.

Rex: "..."

Rex quietly wiped his sweat, and acted more cautiously for these two...Both of them are better than him, more knowledgeable than him, let alone playing the lord's prestige, he must be regarded as being cautious if he can do it without embarrassment. Be cautious.

Rex, who can barely understand the part and has not fallen too much in rhythm, is all the same. The orc Ossirian and his compatriots who followed to learn, not to mention, they are honest one by one...

Yang Qiu smiled and looked at the two national team members who are capable of training and teaching, and oversees Lowell: "Our undead friends are really great. This is definitely not what I am boasting about. What do you think, monitor."

Lowell Supervisor: "..."

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