Chapter 167 The first ghost money of the cemetery is finally released

The acolytes of the Necropolis did not stay long at the inn.

As night fell, cloaked lizardmen and skeletons of all shapes and sizes quickly left this temporary shelter filled with refugees.

The violent snowstorm made the wooden boards nailed to the windows creak, and also made the crackling sound of the fire seem even more peaceful.

After putting aside their fatigue and vigilance, everyone fell asleep one after another, and gradually fell asleep amidst the sound of snoring.

This was the first time they slept so soundly.

No need to worry about the lord's private soldiers disguised as bandits.

There is no need to worry about the monsters grizzly bears and jackals in the forest...

Village chief Pierre couldn't sleep anyway.

He tossed and turned on the reeds, his wrinkled face full of worry, as if he had an unresolved knot in his heart.

"The Demon King is always watching you..."

The words of the lizardman acolyte were deeply imprinted in his mind, so much so that he always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him in secret, making him involuntarily think over and over again in his mind - whether he had done something wrong, or which action might cause the dissatisfaction of the Demon King.

This is purely subconscious behavior.

When anyone is being watched, he or she will subconsciously care whether his or her words, deeds and appearance have left a good enough impression on the other person. When these eyes are endowed with sacred meaning and become "the existence in the dark", the constraints these eyes exert on him or her are no longer limited to the moral level, but have risen to the level of religious belief.

Even for him who had just stepped into this camp, his faith had just been shattered and he could not yet say that he had faith in the Demon King and the demon god behind him.

However, it is precisely because of this that he, who has something to hide, is almost inevitably worried about this, fearing that the omnipotent devil will see through his true thoughts deep in his heart.

He began to examine his own heart, including the ugliest, most selfish, and most unbearable part of himself.

He is not as selfless as he thinks.

The reason why he did not abandon the villagers and run away alone was simply because he had nowhere else to go and leaving them would mean death.

He gave up many people along the way, not entirely because of sacrifices for the greater good as he said, but because he was unwilling to take risks or pay the price for those people.

At the same time, he also admitted that perhaps he was not as great as those villagers imagined. Many times he was actually put in that place and lived in the character created for him by others.

In addition, he had selfish motives when he took the initiative to take on the task of compiling the statistical list. He almost subconsciously wanted to grab the power that was within his reach, not out of gratitude to the person who saved him or responsibility to his fellow villagers.

Realizing the ugly side of his heart and unable to bear the torment and anxiety, he finally closed his eyes and began to pray like a devout believer.

"Master Demon King, please forgive my sins."

The beginning of kindness is not to realize that I am really kind, but to realize that I am not kind. The same is true for piety. It is not to realize that I am the chosen one of God, but to re-examine my soul.

Pierre didn't quite realize it.

At this moment when no one noticed, he had completed his inner baptism and picked up again the awe that he had once lost.

He began to believe again that there were eyes in heaven watching him. There were some things he could do, but some would bring about divine punishment.

In a trance, he felt a figure standing beside him, taking away the torment in his heart.

Those eyes in the dark are no longer sharp.

And he finally fell into a peaceful dream and fell into a deep sleep...

…

It is worth mentioning that although almost every acolyte of the Gecko Clan always says "The Demon King is watching you", neither the Demon King nor the Demon God has the ability to watch every believer all the time.

And Luo Yan had no intention of doing so.

What he really wanted to do was to build a sense of awe in the hearts of these refugees who had resorted to any means necessary to survive.

Reverence is the foundation of faith.

At the same time, it is also the prerequisite for establishing all forms of order such as morality and law.

From the current perspective, the work of the gecko monks is relatively successful, and some people have completed the baptism imperceptibly.

And this is without the Demon King's personal involvement.

As for the figure that Village Chief Pierre saw before he fell asleep, it was not Luo Yan himself, but the devil in the minds of him and everyone in Holy Oak Village.

Although that figure was not 100% identical to Luo Yan, it did not prevent the latter from gaining the power of faith from it.

At the same time, deep in the Beifeng Mine, in the Demon King’s magic workshop.

Luo Yan, who was preparing the potion, had finally entered the final stage of his work. He was carefully transferring the dark purple potion to a silver metal plate.

Youyou, who was floating beside Luo Yan, looked at the purple potion in the metal tray curiously, and her erratic figure appeared in the mirror beside her.

"Master Demon, what are you doing now?"

Luo Yan was busy with his work and had no time to read it, but he still found time to reply to satisfy the latter's curiosity.

"Anti-counterfeiting ink."

Youyou tilted her round head in confusion.

"Anti-counterfeiting ink?"

"That's right."

While replying, Luo Yan sprinkled a handful of ground carbon powder on the ink that was emitting purple light.

A miracle happened.

After coming into contact with the toner, the purple ink instantly turned into a dark color as deep as the universe, just like burnt paint.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yan's mouth corners slightly raised, and he couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.

good!

It's almost perfect! The organic combination of magic and chemistry provides him with a new way of thinking to solve problems.

Previously, he had been trying to use his knowledge of potions to design anti-counterfeiting inks, or using real-life solutions, until recently, inspired by Miranda, he suddenly realized that the two could be combined.

He believed that with people's understanding of chemistry in this world, it would be almost impossible to analyze and imitate the formula of this ink.

Not even the respected Principal Irwin Kruger could do that!

Just as Luo Yan was waiting for the ink to be fully mixed and feeling secretly proud of himself, Youyou, who was floating beside him, couldn't help but ask.

"What is anti-counterfeiting ink used for?"

"Are you asking a million questions?" Luo Yan finally couldn't help but complain. He looked at Youyou who was trying to get his attention and continued, "Hell money! Haven't the players been clamoring on the forum for 'visible and tangible' hell money? Aren't I satisfying them?"

The territory of the Great Cemetery is no longer what it used to be. There is not only a safe zone like Misty Town where adventurers and monsters live together, but also the City of Despair located on the tenth floor of the maze, where mainly demons and monsters live. Now there is also a settlement called Beifeng City which is mainly inhabited by humans.

In order to speed up the circulation of goods, the original "bookkeeping transaction" is no longer feasible, and the issuance of paper money is imperative! Putting aside the combat professional players, at least the life professional players must be able to pay their wages!

Hearing Luo Yan's answer, Youyou looked at him in surprise.

"Incredible... Lord Demon, you actually noticed the player's post. Youyou thought you were waiting for them to come up with it themselves."

Luo Yan was speechless.

"…Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Although the earliest paper money was indeed issued by private individuals, he did not bring history on Earth back here to repeat itself.

Besides, for this world, paper money is not a rare thing. Lint Isaac invented it a thousand years ago, and now it is being promoted in Hell. He does not need to refer too much to the experience on Earth. He can directly refer to the experience of the Magic City.

For example, the issuance of ghost money is endorsed by temple organizations.

While gaining economic benefits, he can also harvest the power of faith from those who use ghost money.

In order to ensure the credibility of the ghost money, Luo Yan put a lot of effort into the craftsmanship and materials of making ghost money! In addition to mixing the anti-counterfeiting ink himself, he also specially found Gray Wind in the Misty Forest and asked the latter, a branch of the Tree of Life, to grow wood vines with specific fiber content according to his needs, so as to complete the customized pulp.

After the paper pulp and anti-counterfeiting ink were solved, Luo Yan then commissioned Helen and Shirley to help him draw the templates of different denominations, as well as design the "Tian Di Bank" trademark and localized artistic fonts.

After doing all this, he had the mole people in Ironfang City process the rollers for printing banknotes.

Two rollers put together and aligned form a simple printing press.

When the paper rolls through the middle of the roller, the ink will naturally be printed on both sides of the paper, resulting in an uncut banknote.

So far, Luo Yan has finally completed all the prerequisites for printing money.

After waiting for the ink and toner in the metal tray to be fully mixed, he immediately poured it into the ink box of the simple printing press, then started the dark script and began the experiment.

Everything went as planned. After passing through the rollers, the brand new white paper quickly turned into paper printed with banknotes.

Looking at the painting that looked like a work of art, Luo Yan's face finally showed a light of approval and he nodded with satisfaction.

“It’s done!”

After writing out more than hundreds of millions of ghost money in blank checks, he finally printed the first ghost money.

Looking at Luo Yan sloppily cutting out pieces of paper money for the dead with the paper cutter fixed on the table, Youyou asked in a suspicious tone.

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"Will this work?"

Luo Yan said without hesitation.

"What's wrong with that? I didn't take it to the Magic City to use it. I just used it in my own territory."

Although the right to mint coins in Hell is in the hands of the Demon God and his representatives in the mortal world, the latter does not prohibit the major duchies and tribes from issuing tokens linked to Keira in their own territories according to their own needs.

The same is true for the Demon Lord Territory.

After completing the printing of the first plate of ghost money, Luo Yan printed several more plates in succession until he got tired of it and put them aside.

It's too troublesome to cut this thing by yourself.

As the Demon King, how could he do such an unskilled job?

Luo Yan thought for a while and soon came up with a new idea. He looked at Youyou floating in the mirror with bright eyes and continued.

"Youyou, ask the dungeon guards to come over and take these things to the dungeon, and then build a special warehouse to store the materials and equipment."

"We can't just keep those prisoners, who can no longer be squeezed out of extra faith, alive."

"It's time to find them something to do."

…

The next day, the howling snow and wind stopped for a while, and the thin sunlight shone through the thick clouds, and the Silver Pine Forest welcomed the long-awaited sunny weather.

The players in the cemetery have forgotten when the weather last cleared up, but whether it is sunny or not has no effect on them as they are not afraid of the cold.

Before daybreak, a group of skeleton soldiers had already appeared on the construction site, working tirelessly, clanging and banging on the scaffolding with a bunch of tools and materials.

The guess of the boss "One Leaf Tells the Autumn" has been fulfilled once again. The NPCs in this game are indeed weeds that grow from the ground.

As long as they build the house, it won't be long before NPCs move in, and the number of them is so large that the supply of houses cannot meet the demand.

Seeing that the settlement they built with their own hands is becoming more and more lively, the professional players working on the construction site are more motivated.

In their eyes, those poor people with gratitude and longing in their eyes are like green wheat growing healthily in the fields.

It is precisely because of the existence of these NPCs that the settlements they created are no longer ghost towns for self-entertainment, but homes that are important and needed!

And they are the masters of this home!

That’s not all!

What makes these players feel even more gratified is that these NPCs are not like the unruly people in other games. They clearly accept their kindness but do not provide them with any emotional value, and even use all kinds of incredible operations to mess with their mentality.

Whether out of fear of the Demon King or gratitude towards them, these people did not sit idly by and wait for their rescue. Instead, after they recovered, they contributed their own strength and actively participated in the construction of this settlement.

For example, some villagers who used to do carpentry work took the initiative to go to the logging site at dawn and help process the logs for building houses.

Some hunters volunteered to join the patrol, cooperating with the flying demons in the sky to hunt, while being alert to threats in the forest.

Some women with children helped to process the furs of the prey, hanging them on the tanning racks while the sun was out, or lent a hand at the lumberyard, helping to pick up the scraps from processing the logs and use them as firewood.

On the one hand, it was the encouragement of the village chief Pierre, but what motivated them to do these things more was their heartfelt desire to stay and find a place to stay in this foreign country.

Sometimes players don’t want much, all they need is positive feedback.

For example, the goodwill released can be responded to, the seeds planted can sprout, and the people saved are worth saving, etc.

Looking at those who have recovered from difficulties, the pride and satisfaction in the hearts of these professional gamers have become even stronger.

Some experienced civil engineering masters are no longer satisfied with building those unique skills for their own entertainment, but have begun to consider more practical needs.

For example, in order to cope with the possible influx of immigration, some professional life players who have already built several houses began to discuss the introduction of real-life steel frame technology to build several six-story apartments or dormitories with higher floor area ratios on undeveloped land.

Other professional players have launched an initiative on the official website, proposing the establishment of a city hall to manage public facilities and expand public works.

For example, while there are few people and not many roads have been built, we can build drainage systems and central heating pipes.

The game officials adopted some of their opinions at their discretion, and opened a sub-forum for Beifeng City on the official website forum to facilitate professional players active in the area to brainstorm and avoid having their voices drowned out by the vast ocean of spam posts from cloud players.

Of course, in addition to those "major shareholders" who are keen on making Beifeng City better, there are also many players who are still focused on their own fun.

For example, someone who aspires to become a farm tycoon.

While a group of engineers were working hard on the construction site, a player with the ID of [Beast Senior] was humming a tune leisurely and went to a pine forest not far from the fence wall.

There stood a simple wooden house.

Just as he arrived at the door of the wooden house, a man in a tattered leather coat was waiting at the door with a reserved look on his face and bowed slightly to him.

"master."

Several children were leaning against the window and secretly looking outside. A middle-aged woman pulled them back and quietly closed the window.

After all, they had just arrived here and had not yet fully adapted to local life. They were still somewhat afraid of dealing with the undead.

Senior Beast didn't mind, he smiled happily and waved his hand.

"You don't have to call me Master. You can call me Senior Beast or just Beast."

Shep was stunned.

Although he thought it was more convenient to call him "Master", he still fulfilled the wish of the skeleton in front of him.

"Beast."

"Yeah, very good," Senior Beast nodded approvingly, and then said, "By the way, I forgot to ask you what your name was yesterday."

"My name is Shep," the man said at once, in awe, "or whatever you think is convenient."

"Then I'll call you Shep to save you the trouble." As he spoke, Senior Beast threw a pistol-shaped thing into the man's hand and continued with a smile, "Aren't you in need of something to hammer nails? Here I bring it to you."

Xie Pu was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the strange-shaped thing in his hand and said in confusion.

"What's this?"

At this moment, he was even more confused than when he heard the name "Beast Senior". After all, he had never seen such a thing before.

"This thing is called a nail gun! It's powered by Hades!"

As if he had guessed that he would have this expression, Senior Beast chuckled secretly and took the tool back in his hand in a show-off manner.

"I really can't do anything with you, so I'll teach you how to use it."

(End of this chapter)