The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 471 - 394: The Glory of the Fugitive Soldier_2

Chapter 471: Chapter 394: The Glory of the Fugitive Soldier_2

[Daily Task], ordinary undead might not care, but studios and hardcore players would definitely not give up on this task, the only problem lies with the reward. Although the Heart of Calamity is now as common as dirt, it’s not possible to use it as a reward, its value is too inflated.

When a Heart of Calamity transforms into a full-fledged Calamity, it can easily sweep through a small village.

In the Abyss, it’s just a small potato, but in Newbie Village, it becomes a boss that sends everyone running in terror.

Beyond that, there are the weekly [Active Tasks], which are a routine feature in many games. The content of the game is not that interesting, but upon completion of each task, you can fill up a progress bar, and upon filling up the activity bar, you can receive special rewards.

All these methods are just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. The key to survival is to be self-sufficient.

So there’s another method, speeding up the efficiency of farming, solving the problem at its root. High wages entice farmers to cultivate the land, and one farmer is able to feed hundreds, thus the problem is naturally solved.

This is the Magic World, where everything is possible.

And all Lind needed to do was issue a task to the undead.

Undead really are quite useful.

When Lind released the task, at first no one cared.

[Food Problem: The low production of food is making life difficult for the residents of Rand Kingdom. It’s said that there is a way to increase the production of food.]

It looked like a boring task, and it was the same even though it appeared in every Main City.

But when they saw the reward for completing the task, the undead thought they had seen it wrong and furiously rubbed their eyes.

[Reward: Dragon Transformation Set/Iris Flower Set, 1000 Expedition Army Military Merits, 500 War Points]

This was no longer just a rich reward.

Up to now, the most hardcore undead task doers had at most accumulated a bit over 300 War Points, and at 1-500 War Points, they were only the lowest level Apprentice Soldiers, theoretically even lower than the guards in Newbie Village wielding wooden sticks.

At 501 War Points, one would be promoted to a formal Soldier, on par with the ordinary patrolling soldiers, with rumors saying they could even receive higher salaries.

Reaching 1001 War Points automatically made one an Elite Soldier, which is essentially considered a soldier of the Rand Kingdom, donning a set of stylish Golden Armor. Wearing it out in public could make you strut with pride, and ordinary people would lower their heads in greeting upon seeing you. It’s said the Rand Legion shops would be open to them permanently.

The stratum of classes beyond that goes without saying, gradually shedding the soldier class and progressing to the middle class, attending balls, dinners, elegant symphonies, until finally at 500,001, becoming a Baron, a true Noble in every sense!

A single task could allow one to skip an entire stage and reach another level, no undead could remain indifferent.

What they had to do was simple, too. Just go on the forums and spend money to offer bounties. Regardless of the other countries and continents, if anyone had a similar growth-increasing Magic Potion or enhancement item, they would collect it at a high price!

Lind looked at the bounty posts that dominated one corner of the forum in a short amount of time and suddenly realized that he, a pseudo-NPC, was actually quite useful.

"Next time, I can use it to offer a bounty for an Epic Level Magic Potion formula."

The freedom of Magic Potion formulas seemed not too far away, but it didn’t seem appropriate for him to issue the bounty himself. Lania, on the other hand, was perfect for releasing such bounties, as she’s the Queen, and she’s beautiful too.

The only problem might be that Lania would have to start considering the scenario when the Rand Kingdom suddenly gets tens of thousands more Barons.

...

Snake Catcher Fortress, the biting cold wind urged the people to finish their work as the sun set.

Here, there’s no lack of work to be done, every place has its share, the 123rd year of the Kingdom of Rand is approaching, which is also the fourth year since the Ring of Magic shattered.

Om, with his disheveled hair, pushed open the door and entered the tavern amid a stream of curses, bringing with him the chilled breeze. As he flapped his coat, the brisk chill snuck into his collar like a block of ice.

"Let me warm up by the fire!" Om squeezed aside the skinny fellow next to him and sat in front of the fireplace.

He had recently been considering finding a job in Snake Catcher Fortress maintaining and repairing Armor, the kind with certificates and badges. Although it required paying taxes, the undead recognized and preferred these credentials, willing to spend extra for them. They trusted the Duke more than anyone else, but Om didn’t think these people were smart because his craftsmanship was clearly superior to that of the guy who had previously won the badge.

Just for a so-called certificate and a badge... Alright, he’d have to get one no matter what.

Since some time ago, the numbers of undead merchant caravans had been increasing. They travelled fast and always brought with them various exotic goods, and the business of the caravans was booming.

They were all big deals, and Om felt he should seize this critical opportunity.

For a regular family, having a Great Knight was considered an enormous stroke of luck, and a Wizard would be a sign of a god’s blessing, no matter which god granted it.

But the undead were an entirely different story; they could significantly improve their strength in a few days or even less. Normal people who desired to take Magic Potions had to undergo long-term training and preparation, while the undead could easily achieve their goals with a very high success rate.

"Of course, I saw the Duke, but at the front, we generally call him General, you know, it’s the army there."

Om heard the conversation from the next table.

He shifted slightly, listening to the talk between the two men at the neighboring table.

"I heard the fortress is being taken back, how’s the situation? Those things, I mean..." the one-eyed man picked up his drink, inquiring with a longing tone, "you must have witnessed a lot at the frontlines."

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