Chapter 166 Shelter and Placement

Just as Brooke stood up from the snow, limping into the camp gate following the footsteps of his fellow villagers, he saw several figures on horseback standing in the forest not far away, staring at his back intently.

The man in the lead was Adlai, the sheriff and militia leader of Silverpine Town, and also one of the chess pieces planted by the Demon King in Silverpine Town. Following behind him were several of his trusted aides - the Silverpine Town militia including the "Shield Thrower" Hebal.

Seeing the last refugee disappear at the entrance of the camp, several militiamen showed surprised expressions on their faces and whispered in low voices.

"Saint Sith above..."

"They actually sold their souls to the devil!"

"Fortunately, Master Gus had the foresight to lock these guys out... If they were allowed into Silver Pine Town, who knows what terrible things would happen!"

Some people had expressions of relief on their faces, while others made the sign of the cross on their chests and prayed devoutly.

Choosing the torture after death in order to survive in life...

They didn't know why the refugees chose this, but no matter how they thought about it, it was not a smart idea.

Unlike the whispering militiamen, Adlai could understand why those people made such a choice.

In other words, they actually have no choice at all.

Just like himself.

But then again, it wasn't a bad choice to rely on that master. At least based on his understanding of that master, those who worked for him were benefited.

Putting away the monocular telescope in his hand, Adlai kicked the horse lightly on the belly and turned the horse's head with the reins.

"Prepare to withdraw."

Shield Thrower Hebal came up to Sheriff Adlai and spoke attentively.

"Do I need to report to the lord?"

Adlai replied without hesitation.

"That's not necessary. Master Gus doesn't care about such trivial matters. We just need to make sure there are no beggars begging for food in Silver Pine Town."

After saying this, he left first.

…

At the same time as the militia group left, the refugees from the Dusk Province also settled down in the inn at the foot of Beifeng Mountain under the guidance of the players.

This abandoned hotel looked quiet and desolate in the howling snow and wind, but at least it had solid walls and a tiled roof that could block the wind and snow.

Although the professional players of the cemetery had built a large number of uninhabited "haunted houses" before, it was still difficult to solve the housing problem for two or three hundred people at the same time, so they temporarily placed these NPCs here.

Although this long-abandoned hotel is a bit shabby, it still has the basic function of sheltering from the wind and rain. Many rooms have ready-made beds and furniture, so it is not a problem to accommodate two or three hundred people if they squeeze in.

Finally arriving at a room that was sheltered from the wind and rain, the people who had endured the torment of the journey finally relaxed their tired shoulders and showed expressions of relief.

Some of them were leaning against the wall, some were sitting on the ground, and some, perhaps unable to support their tired bodies any longer, just lay on the ground and fell asleep... Although they hadn't closed their eyes yet, they were shaken awake by their companions beside them and pulled up from the ground.

Although there is no snow here, it is far from warm. Once you fall asleep at this time, there is a high possibility that you will not wake up.

Several enthusiastic players brought extra wooden boards from the warehouse and worked with several young and strong villagers to nail up the broken windows on the wall of the first-floor lobby.

After finishing these things, [Emotionally Stable] pushed a cart full of coal into the lobby of the hotel. Following the instructions of the task issued by the Gecko Acolyte, he and a few good brothers used discarded iron buckets to light several charcoal fires in the lobby.

The fire crackled in the black iron barrel, adding a layer of warmth to the dark room and bringing a glimmer of hope to the frozen faces.

At this time, a lizardman monk in a long robe walked in front of the crowd and signaled the skeleton soldiers beside him to distribute the magic potions in the ceramic bowls one by one.

Looking at the refugees who were looking at each other in confusion, he did not explain much. He just came to Andy and Maggie and said to the father beside the two children.

"Drink it."

Without any hesitation, Dave drank the potion in his hand under the gaze of everyone.

Soon, the effect of the potion began to take effect.

He only felt a warm current surging from his lower abdomen, and then flowed through his body like a boiling hot spring, dispelling the coldness in his body.

Dave showed a surprised expression on his face, then looked at the lizardman acolyte in front of him with gratitude and said in a hoarse voice.

"……Thanks."

"You should thank the Demon King." The lizardman acolyte answered in a solemn and serious tone, and then prayed in a low voice.

Dave looked at him devoutly, and prayed like him, offering his heartfelt thanks and prayers to the Demon King.

Seeing that Dave drank the potion in one gulp and nothing happened, the other villagers around him finally let down their guard and drank the bowl of dark green liquid that exuded an ominous smell.

The warm current dispelled the coldness in everyone's body and also prevented a plague that was originally inevitable.

Just when everyone was relaxing, a fragrance suddenly wafted in from the half-open door and penetrated everyone's nose.

“Sweet potatoes are coming!”

He drank the chemical pool in one gulp, yelling with a grin, and Gou Shi walked in from outside pushing a huge iron barrel.

The Demon King has already paid the money, so they only need to bake the sweet potatoes and distribute them to the people here, and their mission will be accomplished.

The tempting aroma soon filled the whole room, and the hungry people began to swallow their saliva.

Although this thing was used to feed pigs in the Kingdom of Ryan, no one cared about it as they were already starving.

On the way to here, they even ate tree bark. Sweet potatoes are a rare delicacy! Especially after being baked in the iron barrel, they were surprised to find that they were even more delicious than they imagined!

It’s not even inferior to the sweet pumpkin!

Enduring the hunger in his stomach, Dave carefully tore off a piece of sweet potato and handed it to his two children.

However, when faced with the food handed to him by his father, Andy shook his head and gently pushed his hand back.

"Dad, we've already eaten, you can eat now."

Dave was stunned for a moment.

"You...have eaten?"

Maggie on the side nodded her head excitedly and said.

"Yeah! The devil's minions treated us to hot pot! It was delicious!"

Andy also said with a smile.

"That's right! There's beef too!"

hot pot?

What is that…

Dave looked at his two children blankly, then a genuine smile appeared on his face and he reached out and touched their heads.

Not far away, Brooke, who was wolfing down a sweet potato, had a look of surprise on his face, and his jaw almost broke again.

Meat?!

There is meat to eat?! May Saint Sith be above... No, it should be said that His Majesty the Demon God is above.

Anyway, no matter who is on top, is this still the Demon King? !

He felt that his worldview had been challenged.

Not just him.

Robert, who was watching nearby, also had an expression of disbelief on his face, and complained to the skeleton soldier beside him.

"Unbelievable... Who do you believe in, the Devil or Saint Sith?! Not only did you take in these stray humans...but you actually fed them so well!"

He worked for the lord all his life and could barely make ends meet. Seeing these refugees eating so deliciously, he wanted to attach himself to them and taste what the roasted sweet potatoes tasted like, which could make people look so happy.

Looking at the ghost who was almost drooling with greed, [Stable Emotions] chuckled and said.

"Strictly speaking, neither is true. We are only loyal to our boss."

Robert looked at him in confusion.

"BOSS? Is that what the Demon King meant? Well, I don't really understand, but can you tell me... why he did this? Or what benefits will this bring to you?"

[Emotionally stable] said with a smile.

"Benefits? There are too many. For example, wouldn't it be nice if the server is more lively? Players will also feel more engaged."

"Player? Server?" Robert looked at him blankly, feeling that their conversation was completely in a different dimension.

[Emotional stability] was not explained, but was expressed in a different way.

"We don't really understand it either. Anyway, more believers will benefit our demon king. Just think of it as eggs distributed during missionary work."

Robert was even more confused.

“Why do missionaries need to be sent out?”

This time [Emotionally Stable] was also stunned.

"You don't send it?"

Robert shook his head and suddenly said with emotion.

"I don't understand why you want to take these guys in. It's obviously more useful to you to turn them into corpses... But then again, I suddenly feel that your Demon King is not bad. I can even say that he is much better than my master. If I have the chance to reincarnate, maybe I would rather be a citizen of the Great Cemetery."

"It's not too late now. We welcome not only the living but also the dead," the [Urban Slave] at the side said with a chuckle, "Come to think of it, I always forgot to ask, how did your head become like this?"

"You mean this?"

Robert pulled his head off his neck, and seeing that the children next to him were scared, he quickly put it back.

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"...I made a new double bed for my lord, but somehow he collapsed it while doing it with his old lover. I swore I didn't cut corners, but no one believed me, and then I was sent to the gallows by the lord... In order to punish me, the petty guy even instructed the executioner to use the bluntest axe and chop my head off several times."

Several players gasped upon hearing this.

"hiss--"

"That's really unlucky..."

"Really? I think so too! Other ghosts in the mass grave told me that this is why I can't go to heaven!"

The more Robert thought about it, the angrier he became, and he cursed indignantly.

However, perhaps because he thought that it was all many years ago and the person he cursed might have died or even been reincarnated somewhere else, the exasperated ghost suddenly became as deflated as a ball and wilted.

That guy will not go to hell for killing a carpenter. He will probably be reborn into a noble family in the next life.

And as an heir.

"Forget it... There's no point in talking about this now. At least I hope my descendants can live a better life." Robert babbled, casting his eyes on the skeletons he had just met, "Do you still keep your promise to me?"

"Of course it counts," [Emotionally Stable] nodded and continued, "I've asked someone else to deliver it for you."

A relieved smile appeared on Robert's face, and he was as quiet as a cloud floating on the ground.

"Really? Thank you...you will definitely be rewarded."

[Emotionally Stable] shrugged.

He didn't really care, after all, it was just a game to him, but he still felt warm inside when he heard his heartfelt thanks.

Not far away, a skeleton soldier walked into the hotel lobby holding a translation crystal and shouted to the villagers who had eaten and drunk their fill.

"Is there anyone here who can raise animals? It would be best if someone has raised cattle before!"

His ID is [Beast Senior]. He originally chose this name because he was planning to play a druid, but after he came in, he found that there was no such profession.

But this had no effect on him.

Especially when he discovered that the game allowed for more freedom than he had imagined, he quickly found a new pursuit in life—owning a huge farm!

Although there is currently no arable land around the cemetery, he can start by developing the animal husbandry industry.

He had already saved enough money to buy livestock by completing missions. The only problem was that he didn't know how to farm or raise cattle...even building a barn was a hassle for him, and a large pile of building materials was left untouched on the vacant land.

Just when he didn't know what to do, he happened to see this group of refugees fleeing from the Dusk Province.

These people may not be able to read or write, but they should have no problem doing farm work, after all, that is their livelihood.

Thinking of the decree issued by the Demon King before, that helping NPCs to arrange work can earn contribution points, [Senior Beast] immediately had an idea in his mind.

And these refugees did not disappoint him.

Not long after he finished speaking, a ragged middle-aged man immediately wiped his hands that were stained by sweet potatoes, raised his arms and said.

"I, I have raised one before!"

[Beast Senior] glanced at the villagers around him, and from the expressions on their faces he could tell that this guy wasn't bragging.

Realizing that this guy might be a skilled worker, [Beast Senior] immediately showed a delighted expression, walked up to him and shook his shoulders enthusiastically.

"Great! I plan to build a cowshed nearby and raise a few cows... Do you have any good suggestions?"

Although he was a little scared when the skeleton grabbed his shoulders, the man mustered up the courage to speak when he thought that the undead here would not hurt him.

"As long as you give me some materials, I can build it for you... It's just a shed, it's not a difficult thing."

For an experienced herdsman, it was not a difficult task, especially for him, who had built not only cow sheds, but also pig pens and stables for the lord.

Upon hearing this, [Beast Senior] was immediately delighted and patted his shoulder.

"Then how about this, you just work for me! I can pay you and arrange a place for you to live! It'll be better than here!"

the man asked cautiously.

“Can I bring my family?”

"Of course!" [Beast Senior] said generously, "Beast Farm welcomes you to join us! Although we currently have nothing but land... but I can assure you that we will have everything we need in the future!"

At worst, he can take on a few more tasks to make more money.

When the man heard that the devil's minions were willing to take him in, a joyful smile immediately appeared on his face, and the surrounding villagers cast envious glances at him.

Everyone present knew that charity was only temporary and could only solve their immediate problem of food and clothing, but not their future problem of food and clothing.

No matter how merciful the Demon King is, he can't keep them forever.

Only when you get a job does it mean you have a real place to stay.

Looking at those pairs of eager eyes, the lizardman acolyte thought for a moment and turned his gaze to the old man who was suspected to be the most prestigious among the group of refugees.

"Once you settle down, we will arrange jobs for you. I hope you can register the occupations you have held as a family unit so that I can know what you are good at."

"No problem! Can you give me some paper and pen? I can register you now, and it will be done before tomorrow evening at the latest." Village Chief Pierre nodded seriously and said sincerely.

Of course, he also hopes that his fellow countrymen can take root here as soon as possible.

On the way to the coast of the Whirlpool Sea, they saw too many wanderers who were as hungry and exhausted as they were.

As the war continues, more and more people will lose their land.

He had a strong premonition that it might not be long before other homeless refugees would find themselves here like them.

There are only so many job opportunities.

The sooner they settle down, the better it will be for them.

The lizardman acolyte glanced at the old man in front of him with a little surprise.

"Can you read and write?"

"I know a little... I used to serve in the army of the Kingdom of Ryan, and the instructors there taught us spelling. After retirement, I returned to my hometown, Holy Oak Village, and became the village chief with the appreciation of the local lord..." Village Chief Pierre did not hide anything and confessed his resume truthfully.

He hopes to gain the other party's appreciation in this way.

As he expected, the lizardman acolyte nodded approvingly after listening to his resume, and then spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I'll get you some paper and pen."

"Also, the Demon King is very interested in your resume. Perhaps it won't be long before we can arrange a job that's more suitable for you."

Village chief Pierre showed a surprised expression on his face and subconsciously looked around, but did not see the man in the cloak.

"That sir... is He here?"

“He is everywhere.”

The lizardman acolyte clasped his hands together devoutly, looked meaningfully at the surprised old man, and spoke as if praying.

"So never try to deceive that adult."

“He is always watching over you.”

(End of this chapter)