The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 113 - 113 104 Overflowing Grain 5 more updates

113: Chapter 104: Overflowing Grain (5 more updates) 113: Chapter 104: Overflowing Grain (5 more updates) In the following days, the Undead entered full-on frenzied farming mode.

The entirety of Star Dragon Ridge was forced into a busy farming period they had never dared to imagine before.

A massive windmill rose from the ground, only after Lind issued a high-Points task that attracted the Undead to return; without sufficient rewards, most of the Undead would absolutely ignore it.

Besides that, in the distance at the new storage facility, a windmill and a stone mill were also under construction.

A professional workshop team even specifically exchanged for the Magic Potion from the Two-Headed People to use their strength for fast infrastructure building, pushing the speed to new heights.

They could always kick up a storm somewhere.

The results were quite good too, aside from the windmill, the stone mill was also powered by human labor.

It could be driven by livestock too, but considering the amount of food the animals ate after hard work, there was not much grass on the ground suitable for livestock to eat.

It was better to have humans turn the mill, as human labor was cheaper.

If people fell ill, they would persevere, and if they weren’t fed enough, they would also endure.

If livestock went hungry or fell sick, they definitely wouldn’t work.

Despite this, Lind was quite humane and saw no need for oppression.

What he didn’t expect, however, was that despite his lack of oppression and very humane approach, NPCs were scrambling to get the job of working the mill for the Lord.

All jobs heading towards Star Dragon Ridge had now become highly sought after.

After the first batch of workers to Star Dragon Ridge sent word back, the residents of Prey Town had already conceived the perfect concept of a utopian city in their minds.

High city walls that blocked out the sun and fully-armed Knights formed perfect columns, moving in uniform under the command of Elegant Nobles, surrounding the outpost.

There, people could drink fine wines, eat their fill, dance and sing, just like…

before the Calamity!

No one could resist such temptation, so when Star Dragon Ridge once again sent out a call for a large workforce, a crowd of people lined up and squeezed in, fearing they would miss the chance to return to a utopian world.

Han mingled in the crowd.

He had indeed tried to reach Old Cheli’s bedside at night, wanting to use the stern methods of the Second Infantry to force him to cooperate, but he had miscalculated one thing… the night curfew!

Everyone was under unified management, and after a certain time, it was absolutely forbidden to go out, with guards stationed at the doors.

Han clearly didn’t have the strength to break through the entire defensive force of Prey Town, so he had to abandon his plan to capture Old Cheli and wait for another opportunity.

However, one aspect was quite humane; if they were spouses, they could register and live together, and it was even said that if a woman could become pregnant and have a child, she could receive the minimum subsidy without needing to work.

Encouraging reproduction.

In recent evenings, Han had been annoyed by the noises from the neighboring rooms.

He rubbed his eyes, red with blood vessels, and then glared fiercely at the dispirited bearded Blacksmith beside him, one of the chief culprits.

“What’s wrong?” the bearded Blacksmith yawned.

Where there’s a policy from above, there’s a countermeasure below.

Many women, not wanting to work and considering the additional subsidy if pregnant, chose to find a man and conceive.

Consequently, the physically strong bearded Blacksmith became notoriously known as the “stud,” ironworking by day and “cultivating fields” by night, becoming the busiest man in Prey Town.

Han’s physique was the strongest, and he was the one most frequently ogled by women.

Yet his mind was presently focused on figuring out the identity of the Lord, having no intention to linger over women.

“Don’t die on a woman’s belly!”

“Haha, I know,” the bearded Blacksmith scratched his cheekbone, his fingernails grating against the stubble with a “crunching” sound.

“But they like me this way, what should I do?” he said, quite pleased with himself.

Han shook his head, deciding not to waste more words with the other, and thought that perhaps from the perspective of a common man this kind of life wasn’t too bad—working every day, having meals, and different women throwing themselves at him every night, even having children without responsibility.

“Number 122?”

“Yes!” Han raised his ID, quickly listing his strengths, “I am assigned to the Star Dragon Ridge outpost, I can blacksmith, do carpentry, and I’m pretty strong too.”

“Proceed!”

“Yes!” Han was thrilled, not expecting it to be so easy.

Next, he might meet that possible noble lord.

…

The team departed that same day, setting off with their food provisions in high spirits.

In Prey Town, veteran hunters formed squads to sweep the area and search for routes east of Red Dragon Mountain.

The place was so trafficked daily that one wouldn’t see even a small animal, let alone calamities and large beasts.

It had truly become safe to move around at night, without any danger whatsoever.

But as they walked, Han sensed something was amiss.

“Aren’t we going to Star Dragon Ridge outpost?”

“Of course not!”

The leader was a messenger, responsible for running between Prey Town and Star Dragon Ridge outpost.

They had strong legs and could run fast, covering in just half a day the distance that would take a common man a whole day.

“Your job is to do odd jobs and handle the food,” the messenger sighed, “Lord is truly magnificent.

You must have never seen such a scene, food spilling out from the storerooms, covering the ground, necessitating the construction of more distant granaries.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to build at Star Dragon Ridge outpost, why build granaries further away?”

“Because the chosen granaries are closer, positioned between Prey Town, Star Dragon Ridge outpost, and the farmlands,” the messenger wasn’t sure, “It is said that Star Dragon Ridge outpost can no longer serve any other purpose, even the formidable Soldier Master has put down his sword to tend to the crops.”

Han couldn’t bear to listen further; the bragging was excessive.

No lord, even before the apocalypse, would dare claim their fields were so fruitful.

“Farmlands?

Crops?” Han became alert.

As far as he knew, most lands couldn’t support plant maturity, and the crops that could mature were all grown in the Calamity Shadow Region.

Planting a bag of crops probably cost the lives of two or three resistant farmers, as the Calamity Shadow beasts were merciless.

What kind of background did this lord have to be able to farm in the Calamity Shadow Region?

Although he didn’t believe the other part about overflowing food, he believed they could grow crops since each meal he consumed consisted of mutated grains and sustaining the daily diet for hundreds was a tremendous consumption.

Until Han and the team stood in front of a massive warehouse.

A warehouse… or a castle?

The sprawling warehouses lying low on the ground made them feel tiny as ants.

And when the soldier guarding the warehouse opened the doors to reveal the mutated grains packed inside, everyone couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

The food, it indeed nearly overflowed!