The lord is red again

The woman with a strong accent called out Lind.

He pushed open the door, looked at the two panting undeads, and saw what they were carrying.

The iron needle vines, like gourd vines, were tied with a bunch of thumb-sized tubers, some of which looked like potatoes, with thick black mud.

I just said that there was no food, but I didn't expect that the undeads would bring me a surprise in the blink of an eye. They really deserve to be my traveling frogs.

The other undeads must be working hard too.

"Well done, undeads. With your help, Star Dragon Outpost will have more confidence to survive the cold winter."

As Lind spoke, the aroma of broth on his body drifted to the opposite side.

The female undead sniffed slightly, her eyes fixed on him.

"Don't worry, I will have someone estimate the weight and give you the reward immediately." He thought the other party wanted to get the reward immediately.

Some soldiers have come, but the vines are definitely not counted, only the weight of the fruit can be calculated.

This job does not need the NPCs of Star Dragon Outpost to do, the undead need to solve it themselves.

Rand gold coins are not so easy to get.

…Gurgle.

The stomach growled abruptly.

Lind: “…”

Silence for a moment.

“Would you like to have a bowl of broth?” He invited.

“Can I?” This time it was not the female immortal who answered, but the male immortal next to him.

“Of course, you are also a member of the Star Dragon Sentry.” Lind smiled and nodded: “I said that the Star Dragon Sentry welcomes the immortals who want to save the world, and will provide all the help I can!”

The male immortal quickly said: “Lord, I am Ace Aimu, willing to burn myself for the Star Dragon Sentry and to save the world, even if I throw myself into the fire! Thank you for your generosity!”

The female immortal next to him looked at her companion in confusion, and asked with her eyes: Didn’t you say not to eat casually, why are you so proactive.

Ace Aimu responded with a look: Yes, it’s just what you thought, we really succeeded.

The female immortal’s eyes were shocked: So, you also want to try the broth, right? No matter how you eat, it won’t be a burden.

Ace Aimu smiled: Yes, this should be an important part of the chain mission. Finally, it’s time to my favorite farming part.

Lind looked at the two undead people who were staring at each other and sending secret signals with their eyebrows. He couldn’t help wondering, shouldn’t they be able to chat privately? Why did they use this method to communicate?

“I am a romantic glutton” The female undead who confirmed her companion’s thoughts finally came back to her senses and said, “Thank you very much, I…”

Gurgle.

My stomach learned to answer quickly.

“Romantic glutton, Ace Aimu” Lind nodded: “Nice to meet you.”

The food recycling weighed just over 10 pounds, and Lind happily paid them Rand coins.

This little food is not important, but as long as the undead can continue to bring back food, the survival pressure of Star Dragon Outpost will drop sharply.

Sure enough, it is more realistic to treat the undead players as traveling frogs than to treat them as puppets who will do tasks obediently.

They always bring surprises.

Ace Aimu and Romantic Glutton followed Lind into the cabin.

He and Romantic Eater had originally gone to the lair of the scavengers with the idea of ​​giving it a try, but they actually found mutant food.

Thanks to the player's built-in "one-look-at-a-glance" panel ability, they can distinguish which ones are food.

In the hut, the smell of meat is rolling.

The soldier who manages the weapon store, the veteran who manages the recycling point, and the mysterious old nun who always stares, etc., are sitting around... It seems that this game really arranges NPCs to be alive, instead of disappearing after leaving the player's sight.

For most players, the only building open to the public in the Star Dragon Outpost is the small shabby house built by the favorite Baisi and a few others, which is used to go online and offline.

No one can enter the NPC's house.

"I can actually run into an NPC eating!" Ace Aimu is more confident in the chain task. This kind of "performance" is obviously an important plot.

"Old Pete, serve them broth," Lind ordered.

Old Pete began to shake the spoon after hearing this.

The Romantic Eater, whose stomach had been growling for a long time, was green with envy. The sight of the aunt serving food came to them, and they couldn't help but complain in their hearts that the game producer had too much bad taste.

Fortunately, there were still two pieces of meat in the soup bowl that was finally delivered to them.

Ace Aimu was not in a hurry to eat. He only took a look at the broth and made sure that there was no special bonus, so he took the initiative to start chatting: "Lord, those grains are what we brought back from the scavenger's nest."

"Huluhulu——"

"The Disaster Shadow Area is very suitable for growing some plants..."

"Slippery, humulu——"

"I think..."

"Gudong, humulu——"

Ace Aimu stopped helplessly and turned to look at the Romantic Eater who buried his whole face in the bowl and ate seriously.

He really didn't understand. In the real world, there is no delicious food that can't be eaten. Even if you are too lazy to go out, you can satisfy your appetite by ordering takeout.

On the contrary, the food at Star Dragon Outpost is very bland. He just tasted it and added a little salt.

The meat was tough and sour, and she would not eat it even if she was starving.

The romantic glutton also noticed his gaze, put down the bowl she had licked clean, and gave a thumbs up.

The eyes conveyed a signal: You think it's great, too, right?

She was almost obsessed with losing weight. Her work required her to maintain her weight, and she happened to be very easy to gain weight, which led to her not daring to add sauce to her salad.

I dare not drink water when I am hungry at night, because I will get edema the next day.

Is the broth with only a little salt not delicious? It is a good thing to be able to eat broth without worrying about getting fat.

Ace Aimu suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with the eye contact between him and Romantic Eater. Could it be that the other party really came in to eat?

"Can I have another bowl?" Romantic Eater smiled and handed the bowl over.

Chef Old Pete is online again.

Ace Aimu forced himself to ignore her dry eating and said, "My lord, maybe we can try to grow it ourselves to solve the problem of food shortage."

Collecting food and then exchanging it for gold coins is very important to other players, but for Ace Aimu who is keen on "farming", he only wants to get official support for farming, so let's open the farming part quickly.

"It's difficult to grow edible food on this land," said Lind.

If he can really grow food by himself, he will certainly not refuse.

The truth is that food buried in the soil cannot survive, and mutated food is not inedible, but if you find the disaster shadow area to dig food, the sacrifice is much worse than the harvest.

"I have a question," Ace Aimu asked, "I saw the soil in the vegetable garden sprouted. Did the potatoes sprout and then be planted in the ground, or did they sprout after being planted in the ground?"

"After sprouting," Linde replied.

"In other words, there should be something wrong with the soil," Ace Aimu was a little excited: "My lord, if I can grow food without soil... uh"

He suddenly stopped, because it was too real to make him subconsciously forget that this is a game, and the logic followed by the game and the real world is different.

Linde instantly understood Ace Aimu's idea.

Soilless cultivation.

It's a big idea, but it's difficult to realize.

But if it really succeeds, maybe you can really eat food without curses and pollution.

He is not worried about mutation caused by excessive consumption. It is rogue to talk about toxicity without dosage. If you don't eat mutated food for more than ten years, you are not qualified to mutate, but before that, you may starve to death.

"Oh? Do you have a solution?" Lind showed his doubts at the right time.

"Do you have beans?" Ace Aimu wanted to try the rules of this game world first.

"Yes."

"If you can really grow bean sprouts with beans, it means that soilless cultivation is feasible." Ace Aimu didn't mind the NPC hearing him talking. The technology was too difficult and the NPC couldn't copy it at all.

He also felt that the NPC couldn't understand it at all. These words were spoken to the romantic glutton beside him.

But when he noticed that all the NPCs were looking at him, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

The game was too real. Being watched was very stressful.

If it was really feasible, he would have to collect information offline.

And with the background of the end of the Middle Ages, soilless cultivation technology had to start from scratch.

"There is no plastic. I have to refine it from scratch. Do I have to find oil? I suddenly miss the workbench of MC." He just sighed, and he was not sure to what extent the game could support it.

And this is a magical world. If you play it with a completely scientific method, it will lose its characteristics.

Soilless cultivation is just a guess, and it is a product of the brain that has just been born.

Ace Aimu then said the second idea, which was also his original plan: "Lord, maybe we can try to plant mutant grain seeds in the disaster shadow area. The scavenger's nest is a good farmland."

Linde raised his eyebrows: "Your idea is good! Then Ace Aimu, Romantic Eater..."

"Hmm" Romantic Eater, who was eating, heard the voice calling him and raised his head in confusion: "Here!"

"Go collect information on mutant seeds to solve the problem of food shortage in the territory. If you can solve this problem, maybe you can rent a piece of land for farming, and the food you grow can be recycled in the future."

Ace Aimu's eyes lit up: "It will definitely be achieved!"

The farming system is turned on, right in front of you!