The lord is red again

"Are you selling your paintings?"

"Of course not! These are all my hard work!"

Boyd immediately snatched back all the paintings and held them in his arms.

The atmosphere of this exchange was quite good, but it was broken by the undead's active purchase.

"You can rest now. We have nothing more to do before tomorrow morning." Linde said.

It looks like this, but in fact, the next thing to talk about should not be heard by anyone except Linde.

He received the message.

The undead heard the words and went offline and disappeared on the spot.

"We should talk about the earlier incident," Linde looked at Boyd, "You said before that you found a way to make the brain resist that voice here?"

"Curse." Boyd nodded.

"It seems that we should have more to talk about."

Talked all night.

The first thing to talk about was of course the production of resistance medicine.

To make resistance medicine, the premise is that you are cursed by the abyss first, and then use your body to bear the pain. Every time you make resistance medicine, you are bearing more curses until your body can no longer bear it and dies.

However, the gardeners have another kind of power. They do not steal power from the magic ring, but gain power from the curse to strengthen themselves. However, they suffer more pain than the power they gain. This power only allows them to run faster when they encounter disasters.

Although Boyd is an old noble, he did not learn to master extraordinary power, nor did he stay in the palace, so he escaped, and then a force wanted to enslave him.

His willpower was not enough to fight against that power. He came to the Great Rift, but he had an unexpected gain in the Great Rift, and he was cursed.

The evil power of the curse actually formed a confrontation with the voice, and then Boyd took the opportunity to put on the iron cage and learn the ability to control the pus exile.

The iron cage has the power to restrain the curse, which is related to its production process.

In order to show it, Boyd unlocked the lock of the iron cage. Under the iron cover was a huge head that was swollen like a pumpkin, covered with ugly pus, and the right forehead was the most serious.

It was like a fist-sized pimple with a white head, red and swollen around it, about to burst.

"Curse, what did it bring to you?" Lind didn't find anything wrong with Boyd, he was always in high spirits.

"There are three curses!" Boyd raised his finger and said, "They are the rock curse, the slug curse and the scavenger curse."

"Rock?"

"Located in the deepest part of the Great Rift, the king of the Great Rift is called the Rock King. I happened to meet it when I was about to approach the Great Rift."

"It sounds bad." Lind said, he thought of the Cunning King.

"Yes, but I saved my life. It has no interest in small insects. However, my body became very weak after being cursed. I used to be able to hold two girls!"

"It doesn't sound that strong," Lind complained, "What about the slug curse?"

"It's a slug as big as a bed, covered with toxic pus, crawling forward. You will be so sick when you see it that you can't eat! That's why I'm so thin." Boyd raised his arm and tapped it twice.

"Scavenger, is he from the Disaster Executioner?" Lind had met Iris, who was at the forefront, and now he has found the "fertilizer" pus exile, but he didn't see the scavenger.

They have a very heavy task. When a companion is eroded to the limit by the abyss, they will kill the other party and make him die in the form of a human.

"Gardener," Boyd nodded, "but they have all been cursed and turned into undead zombies."

This is not good news.

Boyd continued, "It brings me, as you can see, the power of painting, which allows me to create unique paintings for each person based on their paintings."

"How many resistance pills can you make now?"

"Each person can make up to 10 pills per day. More will drive people crazy, and you have to consider making more people exiles while making them. Every time you make one, we will get closer to the abyss faster."

"How long can it last?"

"One day."

Poor output!

There are more than 2,000 undead people following now, and there will be a third and fourth team later, until nearly 10,000 undead people in the Land Kingdom all arrive at the Great Rift.

Linde must consider what will happen to the undead after they go deep into the abyss. Direct death is still a good thing, but I am afraid that they will not die cleanly and change their race.

Then at least we must ensure the output of nearly 10,000 resistance pills per day to stabilize the exploration.

Astronomical figures!

"Let me see your curse." Linde decided to look at the curse first and then decide what to do next. Expanding production will inevitably involve more people, so it is very important whether the curse can be controlled.

The moment Lind's fingers touched Boyd's head, the curse instantly wrapped around his fingers like an infectious disease that would inevitably spread through skin contact.

But then it was swallowed by the krait emblem.

Lind simply pressed both hands on Boyd's forehead.

Boyd subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he was far worse than Lind.

The curse rushed towards Lind's arms crazily, and then was swallowed crazily by the krait emblem. Lind's body even improved for a short time, but unfortunately, when the swallowing ended, the bonus disappeared.

Linde let go of his hand. Boyd had recovered to the level of a normal person, but his head was slightly swollen, but he could still see his previous appearance.

It was like being punched twice.

"It seems that we have other solutions."

"How do you feel?" Boyd asked first.

"Of course it's good," Linde moved his wrist, "Can you tell me how to make resistance medicine?"

He had a stubborn dragon disease, maybe it could be used to make resistance medicine.

Boyd nodded. After the curse oppressed his head, he became very energetic. The materials must be taken from the abyss, but there is no shortage of those things in the exile outpost. They occasionally need to make resistance medicine for themselves, speeding up the erosion by the abyss, and then use the products made by the power of the abyss to slow down the erosion.

Deep grass, a black-leaved plant like chrysanthemum, with the smell of cabbage worms.

Crystal debris, obtained from a certain kind of big crab in the abyss area. In the past, the exiles would rely on irises to pick them, and never lacked this kind of thing, but now they use less and less, and they dare not go deeper.

There were four or five other things.

Then, Lind failed.

It was not surprising at all.

"You don't have the Abyss Curse." Boyd said.

When he saw that Lind was not afraid of the Abyss Curse, he had the same idea as Lind, so that he could produce resistance medicine infinitely, but he had no solution without the Abyss Curse. He had to enter the Great Rift and be cursed first.

"But you have a curse, a stronger one." Boyd felt that the method he mastered might help Lind gain power from the curse.

"There's no rush for this."

After careful understanding, Lind found that the way the exiles obtained the power of the Abyss was also very interesting. If Boyd's method was really useful and could transform the dragon curse into a part that was beneficial to him, he should try to contact more Abyss Curses.

The emblem was his trump card.

Lind said, "Mr. Boyd, I want to hire you as my chief painter, but you have to do more than just painting."

Boyd was stunned: "Me?"

The topic changed a little too quickly, but Boyd hurriedly saluted and half-knelt on the ground: "I do, sir!"

You have to have a problem with your brain to refuse.

"Then, it belongs to you." Lind pointed at Boyd's forehead, where the three curses converged.

The krait emblem, grant success!

The moment it appeared on Boyd's head, the krait emblem began to work. It was very excited because it tasted the endless curse.

Boyd raised his head in shock because he found that there was a force constantly flowing from his head to his body, making his body weak and powerless because of the curse while also strong and powerful.

Contradictory, but exciting power!