Chapter 191: Intelligence of the Undead
Sugarcane is the top priority in Jiangyou's future plans. Having experienced the hard times of having no seasonings at all, Jiangyou has long realized how important sugarcane is to this country where the people generally have a sweet tooth but sweeteners are extremely scarce.
It is no exaggeration to say that only those who have a steady supply of low-priced sugar can be said to truly control the dietary lifeline of the Principality of Huntington.
The taste of maltose and sucrose is different. If the sweetness of sucrose is 100, the sweetness of maltose is only about 30-40. And because maltose is mostly stored in the form of block crystals or viscous syrup, it is not as convenient to use as white sugar.
From the production process point of view, as long as there are sufficient raw materials, the production of sucrose is much simpler than maltose.
As a Cantonese, Jiangyou also likes sweets, especially sweet soups, which have been integrated into every aspect of his life. Red bean paste, double skin milk, sesame paste, lily, lotus seed and mung bean paste... These sweet soups cannot be without sugar. Adding sugar to enhance the flavor when cooking is also a basic operation. Even for soy sauce, Jiangyou likes the sweet soy sauce made with sugar.
Since the sugarcane was about to ripen, Jiangyou naturally wanted to go to the production area to check it out. Besides, other than Jiangyou, no one else probably knew how to turn sugarcane into snow-white sugar granules.
If Jiangyou was going, Andrei would naturally go too. The young couple was in the thick of love right now, both heading back to their hometown to harvest sugarcane and research how to make sugar, launching the Lich Food Group's most profitable future dessert project. So, of course, they had to go hand in hand!
But Andrei had not yet finished the work at hand - the gold had all been dealt with. What should be kept was kept, and all that should be sent to the king was secretly transported into the treasury under the cover of night, without anyone noticing.
This time, Andre and his men robbed the treasure house of Evil Eye Moon. If they were not careful, they would invite Evil Eye Moon's crazy revenge. Therefore, when planning the whole thing, Andre was extremely careful and deliberately concealed his whereabouts.
He had the main force march towards the capital for a while, until they were completely in the wilderness, before turning towards East Eston. His smaller group entered through the tunnels and, upon leaving, wiped out all traces of their presence. Aside from the King, the hired dwarves, the five unfortunate souls who had been captured, and the undead who had taken refuge with Jiang You, no one knew that the Kingdom's knights in West Eston had committed such a devastating act.
The box Andre used to store the gold was also very plain. The gold coins and gold bars were wrapped in thick straw. It looked like a team transporting soy sauce and fermented black beans to the royal capital and did not attract people's attention.
Ever since the Lich's catering group was initially formed, there would be such caravans loaded with goods every once in a while, going from the West City of Eston to the Royal Capital, and then from the Royal Capital to the West City of Eston, back and forth over and over again. It was nothing new.
However, the knight who secretly went to contact the undead brought back the latest information.
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On the edge of East City, several burly men dressed in simple woodcutter clothes drove up with several carts and stopped stealthily in the grass by the roadside.
A man went into the woods, looked around, took out a bird whistle and blew it.
"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
After a few cuckoo calls, he retreated back into the grass and crouched down, as if waiting for something.
The undead in the East City moved slowly. A few minutes later, several familiar undead, whose vaguely human features could be discerned beneath their grotesque tentacles and numerous eyes, slowly floated over and landed in a corner of the ruined city wall.
"Bolin." The whistleblower recognized one of the undead and poked his head out from the bushes. "Has the situation in East City changed?"
"As you expected, a stranger has arrived." Bolin used his tentacles to pull out several large sacks of soul grass fruits from the darkness he was shrouded in and threw them in front of the whistleblower. "It's a woman..."
It struggled to find a descriptive word in its foggy mind: "Partly alive...partly dead...half dead, half alive..." Finally, it gave up and thought, "Well, anyway, it was that weird thing. It danced over with a bunch of zombies, then crawled into that little house, threw a huge tantrum, and then came out and ate all the zombies."
The whistleblower had a solemn expression. He waved behind him, and the men unloaded several sacks of offerings from the cart and moved them in front of the dead.
The two sides quickly exchanged the sacks. The whistleblower asked his companion to move the soul grass fruits to the car, then looked at Bolin and asked, "Is the woman still in the cabin?"
"No. She left after eating those zombies. She avoided our companions along the way, and we avoided her. No one can tell where she went. However, her presence has not appeared in the past few days." Bolin took out a piece of offering from the sack and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it, revealing an expression of particular satisfaction. Then he continued, "Later, a man wearing a ghost mask came. He is still in the cabin now."
The whistleblower immediately became excited: "Ghost-faced man?! Is he the one who was injured before?"
Bolin tilted his head, recalling for a moment, then rolled up his tentacle and scratched one of his eyes. "It doesn't seem so. The taste is quite different."
"They're not the same one," another smaller undead interjected. "The previous ghost-faced one had a dark '1' embroidered on the hem of his clothes, and he was always swinging a wire around. The one that came this time has a '4' embroidered on his clothes. He doesn't use a wire, but he likes to sneak into people's shadows. But, no matter which one it is, they don't dare to approach us."
The whistleblower looked up at the smaller undead. It should have been a girl in its lifetime, but now only the lower half of its face could be seen as fair and lovely. The upper half of its head seemed to have been split open by an axe, and its brain could be seen scattered outside. Strange and weird shadow branches had grown out of its head, and the branches would wriggle from time to time, as if they were alive.
There seemed to be many wrinkles on the bark of the shadow branches, but the whistleblower knew that those wrinkles were all filled with big, round, terrifying eyeballs. Once opened, they would lock onto the "food" of the undead, which was extremely terrifying.
The whistleblower couldn't help but secretly shudder. Honestly, if they hadn't become familiar with these undead under Boss You's guidance, and knew that these undead would not actively or passively absorb the energy of living people from them as long as they had offerings to eat, they wouldn't dare to approach the undead.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that he could sympathize with those ghost-faced men - working for an unscrupulous boss and having to work in a terrible working environment surrounded by undead was already miserable enough, who would take the initiative to approach the undead, isn't that like asking for food?
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