The lord is red again

Linde listened to the young Renzo's story. Similarly, the undead Ace Aimu also recorded this content as a key plot.

"Before the birth of the magic ring, the mad mystery master was born in the first fire." Renzo held the jumping blood-red flame in his hand: "It is the god that the noble master once asked me to serve."

Maybe he wanted to explain it more clearly, but it was very difficult.

"Who is that noble master?" Linde was quite curious.

"I was still young at that time." Renzo retracted his hand: "I only remember Goliath, the blood noble... with great power."

"Once under the illumination of the magic ring, every noble with a surname had his own power." Linde didn't mind talking about this secret that was not a secret at all. Perhaps only the undead knew nothing about it.

Ace Aimu was surprised, but felt it was reasonable.

If the nobles did not have strong strength and uniqueness, how could they suppress the people below?

If a brilliant genius wants his offspring to be strong, he can only join the nobility and choose marriage, because only the surname and blood can pass on this blessing.

As for the new nobility after the magic ring was broken, didn't it rise?

Every era has its own "nobles". The only difference is probably that the people chosen are different, but for most people, there is actually no difference.

"Continue" He stroked the hilt of the broken sword, thinking in his heart whether to choose to believe Renzo.

The other party's attitude is humble enough, and the etiquette is clumsy, but it can be seen that he has indeed received court training. The most important thing is that Renzo has controlled the flame.

If Renzo had intervened in the battle just now, Lind would have won in the end, but it would have been difficult to win.

Renzo put his hands on his thighs and knelt down: "We followed the orders of the noble lord and went to all parts of the world. We joined the church of the Mad Lord, we sacrificed ourselves, we dedicated ourselves, and after years of lurking, I was the only one left, but I never heard the murmur of the Mad Lord. That group of people just kept sacrificing and sacrificing."

"Then?" Linde glanced at Renzo and his eyes fell on the scar on his forehead. The burn scar made his face, which was not handsome to begin with, even uglier.

He couldn't help but frown.

"The magic ring is broken," Renzo said, "Then, I heard the voice of the Mad Lord."

The course of events seemed very dangerous, at least it would be a riot.

The village area is indeed very remote, with no roads, no merchants, and no survival resources. Going forward is foggy. I'm afraid that Linde will not approach this place for decades, but who can imagine that there will be a group of Mad Lords hiding here.

"...I have been waiting for Goliath's nobles."

How much he went through, Linde had no way of knowing, it must have been very difficult.

"I can take you back to Goliath," Lind said, "One day, if you have nowhere to go before then, you can work for me."

He admitted that he was a noble, but did not nod to admit that he was seeking the secret of the Madness.

Although a subordinate of the Great Knight level is coveted, the benefits seem unimportant when you think of the risk of exposure.

What's more, with the undead by his side, the subordinates of the BOSS level are nothing.

"To serve you!" Renzo agreed with this result. He was extremely grateful to the nobles who could contact Goliath again. He was too young to remember anything else. He just clumsily met the noble master according to the etiquette in his memory. Even to him, Goliath was just the obsession of the dead elders.

Complete the noble's mission and return to Goliath.

As for which noble to deal with, the noble in front of him is the same. As long as they are nobles, they are fine. It's good to have a goal to act on.

Leave Renzo to guard the Mad Wisdom Village, and he will deal with the remaining Mad Wisdom.

The villagers who lost their minds would not obey orders just because of the fire. I'm afraid the Lord of Madness would be the same if he stood here.

Renzo had no objection to this.

"Sir, why don't we take him back?"

Ace Aimu ran two steps to catch up with Linde. In his eyes, Renzo was obviously an important plot NPC, why not take him back.

"Food is the top priority," Linde explained.

"I understand!"

What do you understand? I mean, a person who loves to set fires and is very likely to be mentally unstable cannot be kept at home.

...

Star Dragon Post.

The undead carrying stones walked forward with staggering steps.

After reaching the designated area.

"Bang!" The boulder hit the ground.

A small hill has been piled up in front.

More and more undead came to build houses, and construction entered the era of high-speed.

The cantilever crane built by two upright dead woods, supported by three woods, stood next to the stone house.

Pulley, rope.

The undead were pulling below.

The stone transportation that usually required countless slaves to work hard has become extremely easy.

The large grappling hook can accurately grab each stone and transport the stone to the second floor with the help of the wooden cantilever crane.

"I think that after I finish building the house here, I can go back to find a construction site to work!"

"Hey, don't rush to fill the stones, you still have to pour cement!"

A group of people are busy.

The construction speed far exceeds the imagination of the Star Dragon Outpost NPCs. Before this, who would have thought that several houses would be built in one day?

Not only is the speed fast, but the construction is also very beautiful.

I'm afraid it will be capped before the afternoon.

"It's not possible to cap the building. We have to wait for the first layer of cement to dry completely before capping it."

"This is a magical world. Are you talking to me about physics?"

"Damn it, who the fuck just walked into the cement with his bare feet, leaving behind two feet and a human face! Do you think this is the Hollywood Walk of Fame!"

There was a lot of noise.

Rare leisure time.

Papermaking, house building, equipment repair, patrolling, and even food processing and cooking, everything proceeds in an orderly manner.

The undead people are trying to help the technology tree jump quickly in their own way, and the progress seems to be gratifying.

The NPCs at Star Dragon Post suddenly realized that they didn't seem to have to do anything.

"Is this what the lord meant before?" Old Pete held on to the spoon. He didn't need the undead to help him cook. Food was the top priority.

"Um, Old Lord Peter." A cute girl came over and said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Old Pete knew her, she seemed to be called a romantic rice pail, and the lord took her to eat last time.

However, he felt that this girl was very dangerous. She always swallowed her saliva when she spoke, and her eyes never left her soup pot.

"Not yet!" Old Pete shook his head, and then added: "Really not!"

She was not the first undead person to come over to ask for a task. This group of people seemed to have endless energy, eager to do things, and worked hard without complaint.

There was also looting in the morning. Not only did they not want to be paid, but they were even willing to give money. If the lord hadn't taken action, I don't know what would have happened.

Romantic loser: "Can I help you chop wood?"

Old Pete pointed to the door: "Those undead people have helped me chop enough firewood to burn until the summer. For this reason, I have to build a small warehouse to store the firewood to prevent it from getting wet when it rains."

The romantic fan's eyes lit up: "Then I'll help you build the warehouse!"

Old Pete pointed again: "They have built a warehouse big enough to store firewood until next fall."

Romantic loser: "Then I'll help you chop wood and save it for next fall!"

Old Pete: "..."

Seeing that it didn't work, Romantic Rice Tong looked at the boiling soup pot: "How about I help you taste it?"

"You really want to find some work?"

"Hmm!" The romantic fan's head was shaking.

"Here is a portion of Fire Tongue. I will give you two days to grind it into powder." Old Pete remembered the seasoning that Lind bought last time, but he was too busy. Lind threw it to Old Pete and then Forgot about it.

Old Pete was afraid of being burned to death, and he had too much work to finish, so he never did it.

"Firetongue, what do you do?"

"You can grind it into powder to make seasoning," Old Pete said, "but you have to be careful not to touch it too much, otherwise it will burn you to death."

"Hot to death? Adjective?" The romantic fan looked at Fire Tongue with a bit of greed.

"It's true that you will die."

It was already evening when Lind returned to Star Dragon Post, and the torches were lit.

Looking at several buildings rising in one day, Linde had the illusion that he had entered the wrong house.

"Ah! Another one!"

Linde was confused: "What's going on?"

"It seems to be Old Pete's side," the guard soldier said, "A group of undead people suddenly wanted to help Old Pete grind fire tongue powder, but they didn't listen to the advice, and three of them have been killed."

Linde: "..."

You really won’t let yourself down.

When he walked to the gathering place of the undead people, he heard the undead people conspiring loudly.

"Firetongue powder is so useful, holy shit, it's a long-range attack weapon!"

"Where can I buy it? The lord must sell it."

Facing the undead people who all turned to look at him, Linde coughed.

This is food, not... Hey, wait!

At this stage, although there are undead people who love farming, they only account for a pitiful one-sixtieth of the 60 people. Therefore, it is also important to mobilize the interest of the undead in farming.

"The yield of Fire Tongue is too small," Linde said: "But I can sell the seeds of Fire Tongue... Then, the immortal people..."

"Do you need it?"