Chapter 237 236. Calm
Lin Jun had a very good impression of this demon tribe.
Perhaps because they have lived in the bitter cold of the Far North for a long time, far away from the conflicts on the mainland, the minds of these demons appear to be particularly pure compared to others.
Just like the exchange of magic cores this time, Shou suggested that the tribesmen present use the contribution points together.
If this happened to humans, someone would definitely question, "Why don't those who weren't there have to contribute points?"
But the demons didn't.
Most demons have the awareness that the tribe is greater than the individual, and it may be this awareness that allows them to survive in this far north.
At the same time, the harsh living environment in the Far North makes the demons very easy to satisfy and at the same time extremely tough.
For them, a good life is one in which they can eat their fill of mushrooms; being able to connect with the fungal blanket and feel the warmth filled with magic is simply a great happiness; and now, they even have the opportunity to bring back the magic cores of their deceased tribesmen, which is simply luck among lucks!
When it comes to work, whether it's taking Puji deep into the mines to dig for magic crystals, or patrolling and clearing out monsters in the slightly hot caves, they do these boring and hard tasks without complaint, and even with a sense of solid satisfaction.
Simply put, low labor costs, hard work, and excellent individual qualities - in Lin Jun's eyes, they are simply perfect... well, employees.
Lin Jun is now in a honeymoon period with these demon descendants. With the successful redemption of the first magic core, this harmony has taken a big step forward.
Today, about one-sixth of the members of the tribe have connected to the fungus network and become Lin Jun’s “official employees.”
And in Lin Jun's secret treasure house, there are thirty-two magic cores belonging to the deceased demons lying quietly. Lin Jun told this number from the beginning.
In order to exchange back the magic cores, according to the current contribution point accumulation rate, it would either take a year or two to slowly accumulate them, or more tribesmen would have to join the "work".
But no matter which path is chosen, the destination is clear: the entire demon tribe will eventually be completely integrated into Lin Jun's system.
The difference is just a slightly different process.
Therefore, even though the demons were still carefully guarding the last bottom line and deliberately avoided mentioning the "cradle", the core of the tribe, in front of Lin Jun, Lin Jun was not in a hurry at all.
The demons need time to digest and accept this inevitable future.
The more harmonious the relationship between the two sides is, the smaller the impact on the demons' hearts will be when they finally accept this result.
Lin Jun now has plenty of patience.
In the past, I was forced to go around in circles due to the survival crisis in the dungeon, like a spinning top that couldn't stop spinning at high speed.
Now that he has control of the underground city and has a stable rear base, Lin Jun has become more relaxed.
The ending has already been determined. It’s up to the demons to accept it sooner or later.
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Lin Jun was not anxious or impatient here, but not far away from the Amethyst Underground City, someone was already extremely anxious.
Eleven days have passed since the human evacuation.
The camp was set up in a wasteland twelve miles away from the dungeon. Most of the town residents and wealthy adventurers had fled to surrounding cities, and most of those stranded here were pale and skinny refugees.
"How is the dungeon?" Inside the simple tent, Fal asked Aidin who was holding a prop crystal.
"It hasn't collapsed yet, but I went to the first floor and saw that there were space cracks everywhere." Aidin answered a little tiredly.
"Thank you for your hard work recently."
"It's just my duty."
When Aidin disappeared outside the tent curtain, Fal sighed heavily and turned to Mirabelle, who was also frowning, and asked, "How long can the food in the camp last?"
Mirabelle said with a bitter face: "President Farr, the current scale shows that we can still supply for seven days, but in fact, new refugees have joined the camp every day recently. I am afraid that four days is the limit..."
It would be a big problem for so many refugees to gather together and suddenly stop their food supply, which would be much more troublesome than letting them starve in scattered places!
"Can't we ask for help from... the president?" Mirabelle asked tentatively, her voice as soft as a mosquito.
Fal glanced at her and Mirabelle immediately fell silent.
A letter was pushed in front of her by Farr. "I have already asked, but he can't afford the food."
Mirabelle took the letter and quickly glanced at it, then exclaimed in a low voice: "War? The army took away the stored food first?! Then, then, then, what should we do?"
Lillian didn't say anything, but silently helped Fal massage the bulging veins on his temples.
Fal closed his eyes and thought for a long time: "Three days... If the underground city doesn't collapse after three days, I'll take the risk... and send some people in to pick mushrooms."
After making the decision and waving away the worried Mirabelle, Fal tiredly picked up the bowl of meat porridge that had already gone cold on the table.
After finishing the whole bowl in one gulp, Farr smacked his lips.
“It tastes terrible…”
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Deep in the mountains next to the makeshift camp.
An arrow flew through the woods and accurately penetrated the neck of a wild boar.
"Great! There's meat to eat!" Fei Ling raised the bow and cheered in a low voice, but her joy was evident in her words.
Anyone could see that the food in the camp was running out, so Vera decided to go to the mountains to hunt some game and bring it back to help the refugees, or at least reduce the burden on the camp.
Vera subconsciously glanced at the elf beside him. After following them out of the dungeon area, the elf did not seem to be in a hurry to return to the forest and just stayed in the team naturally.
"Sirion," Valar said with some concern, "I heard that druids... don't like others eating meat?"
"That's a rumor..." Feiyin beside him quickly reminded in a low voice.
The elf raised his lips slightly upon hearing this, and waved his hand calmly: "Yes, it's a rumor. Not only do I not hate it, but druids also eat meat. I haven't eaten meat for several days, and I feel like I can't stand! What we oppose is the unnecessary killing that exceeds the needs for survival."
"So that's it!" Vera and Feiling looked at each other and unlocked a new piece of knowledge.
After hunting the wild boar, the men did not go down the mountain, but continued to climb upwards and came to a clear mountain stream that gathered among the rocks to form a quiet pool.
The Valar pointed to the pool and said to Sirion: "Here it is. It is better to bathe here than in the muddy lake near the camp."
Xirian looked at the environment and nodded in deep agreement. The lake beside the camp was not only crowded with people, but the water quality was also incomparable to the mountain water.
Vera picked up the heavy boar and said, "You three go wash it first. I'll go downstream to deal with this guy."
Feiling and Feiyin cheered immediately and couldn't wait to start untying the straps of their equipment that were covered with dust and sweat after being worn for more than half a month.
"Huh?" Vera stopped, a little surprised, "Aren't you going to wash?"
"Of course I have to wash it." Xilian answered simply.
"Then... why don't you join them?" Vera raised her chin towards the pool, where the twins had already taken off their shoes and were testing the water.
The elf looked embarrassed: "Even if we are of different races, taking a bath together with the opposite sex..."
Vera looked at Sirion's delicate face: "Ah?"
(End of this chapter)
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