Chapter 271: Innadelli Broadcasting Station
In the back alley of the Night Watchman's building, all residents on the first and second floors had their doors and windows closed.
Above the third floor, many houses also closed their windows and drew their curtains, with only a few pairs of curious and frightened eyes occasionally peeking out.
Karida sat in the carriage with a wooden face, passing through the streets where the dead were densely populated and where it looked like hell and the human world were reversed, and stopped at the back door of the night watchman's building.
In front of the back door where many carriages were parked, two groups of undead were blocking the steps, seemingly in a stalemate over something; in the hall on the steps, some undead were squatting to watch the fun, some were dancing and probably making a fuss, and some were waiting obediently in front of the counter in the hall, waiting for the officials who were issuing exorcist tasks to register them.
Carida felt his scalp tingling after just one look inside. He took a few deep breaths to suppress the goose bumps on his skin and forced himself to get out of the car.
The two groups of undead seemed to be arguing fiercely. While continuing to make incomprehensible "KABAKABA" sounds, they made way for Carida who was about to enter.
...After all, it was just a war of words and it hadn't escalated to the point of real fighting. It was a very common thing for players to make way for an old lady NPC.
Carida: “…”
I have to say that crossing through the pile of undead is not a pleasant experience.
Especially since these undead were always jumping back and forth between maintaining basic courtesy and being rude and offensive. There would always be some who would suddenly stretch out their dirty bone claws to touch the old lady's inquisition priest robe, which looked like a "divine outfit".
"rude!"
Carida slapped the undead with his hand, but the undead whose claws were slapped away didn't care and continued to make noise.
In the short distance of ten meters, Karida swatted off the dirty bone claws of at least six or seven undead, and walked into the hall used to receive the undead with veins on his forehead.
"Mr. Carida." The official who was busy and sweating behind the counter came out hurriedly and saluted Carida.
The secretary who wore the azalea badge and "translated" the words of the dead for the night watchmen also hurriedly bent down and bowed.
After straightening up, the secretary's expression suddenly changed slightly, the corner of her mouth twitched obviously, and she quickly took off her badge...
"This grandma is so awesome!"
This is what the undead in the hall said after seeing His Excellency the Prophet.
The prophet who was in charge of the Moses Port Court was called "grandma"...the secretary didn't dare to listen to it.
Carida nodded seriously: "How is it going?"
"The undead are selecting tasks." The official asked for tea and invited Carida to take a seat. "Several groups of undead came this morning. They all wanted tasks with higher pay. They even started fighting at the door. If Miss Linda hadn't stopped them, the situation would still be chaotic now."
"Oh?" Carida looked at the secretary, "Can you stop these undead?"
She just saw the secretary taking off the badge. With the old woman's many years of experience in running the Inquisition and fighting wits with cultists and dark creatures, she instinctively sensed that there was something wrong with the azalea-shaped badge.
Miss Linda bowed quickly and replied, "I was only trying to advise them not to be disrespectful in the Night Watch Building, ma'am."
This answer certainly could not satisfy Careida, but considering that Miss Linda was Miss Phoenix's personal maid, Careida did not delve into it further.
The fact that this young lady was able to rise from a personal maid to a secretary position proves that she is not the kind of person who is ignorant of propriety and self-righteous in making decisions for her master. Her attitude is the same as that of Miss Phoenix.
Phoenix's attitude is not difficult to interpret: she only "lent" the dead souls to Moses Port for exorcism, and did not want Moses Port to have too much contact with these dead souls.
But this is enough, at least it proves that these undead spirits do have the wisdom and rationality to communicate with humans.
Carida nodded slightly. The intelligent and rational dark creatures were at least less dangerous than the rabid dogs that ran into the streets and bit passers-by.
Next, Carida inquired again about the process of the team of undead going out to resolve the incident. She learned that the Night Watch would arrange people to accompany and monitor, and that the greatest harassment of the undead to the residents of the city so far was limited to passing by...she felt more at ease.
"Has the mission to search for latent vampires been given to the undead?" Carida finally brought up the issue that concerned her most.
"Don't worry about that, sir." The official said respectfully, "These undead are very interested in vampires. As long as they can find the trace of a vampire, they will never let go once they bite it."
When the undead came to take on missions, almost every group would ask the secretary who could understand the "language of the undead" about the vampire missions.
After all, the most lucrative disaster missions have been completed, and the remaining missions are mostly "small missions" with rewards of several thousand to tens of thousands of copper coins.
Simply killing a vampire can earn you a reward ranging from several thousand to tens of thousands of Undead Coins, and a large number of rare materials will also drop... Of course, the Undead are extremely enthusiastic.
Carida nodded again.
Most vampires will not cause a large number of casualties, but these high-level monsters with gregarious habits are always keen to replace familiar people with their own kind and disguise their identities, and they always try to squeeze into the upper class... No matter what, we cannot sit idly by and watch their population grow.
After learning about the "harm limit" of this group of undead, the Prophet Carida left with satisfaction.
The official looked at the Prophet's departing back, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
The undead have a habit of packing up all the spoils and taking them away, which is actually a headache for the Night's Watch.
But the cost of hiring these undead spirits is lower than hiring civilian exorcists or mercenary groups, and it is really hard to argue with the extra costs - didn't you see that His Excellency the Bishop had to accept the loss of the sealed object with great reluctance?
Players rushed to Moses Port to make a fortune... While helping the people of Moses Port solve their problems, Innadeli Territory, a major project that involved a lot of manpower from the City Hall also entered the acceptance stage.
Caroline, a small town girl from Westham, and her three partners, Alan, Simon, and Benjamin, counted the income and dividends from the last business, and hurried to the main street in the town to patronize the Undead Delicatessen. While they were queuing at the door, they saw an operator riding a bicycle and pulling some wires and other things coming from the direction of the town hall.
This operator was from the town. He was one of the first group of young and strong people who returned from the city a few years ago after hearing about Westham's recruitment benefits. He knew Caroline and the others and greeted them with a smile when he saw them.
"I heard that your business is doing well. Are you selling the goods in Horseshoe Town?" The operator who used to work in a factory with Alan and Simon jumped off the bicycle, took down bundles of wires and speakers from the frame, and laughed and teased these friends who had played together when they were children.
"It's just some hard-earned money." Simon said with a smile, "Now there are affordable stores in the city, and the undead cloth can't be sold at the previous price."
"What are you holding? Is this a loudspeaker? What about this one?" Benjamin curiously moved closer to the operator to take a look.
"Guess?" The operator proudly held up the palm-sized box in his hand and showed it.
"I can't tell." Benjamin subconsciously reached out to take it.
"Hey, you can't touch it casually. This thing is very important." The operator quickly raised his hand to prevent the short Benjamin from touching it. "This is a radio."
"Ah? A radio?" Not to mention Simon, Benjamin, Alan and Caroline, four young people who had come to the city to broaden their horizons, the guests queuing next to them were also quite surprised.
Caroline had seen radios when she was a waitress at a high-end restaurant in the city, but the radios she had seen were definitely not like this. She shook her head repeatedly and gestured, "You're lying. The smallest radios are this big. How can they be this small?"
"You didn't expect it, right? It's a radio. It was distributed by the Innadelli City Hall. Our town was allocated six of them. We're trying to cover all the streets with the speakers." The operator chuckled and walked into the delicatessen. "I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go and install the radio and speakers. Later, we'll have radio on this street."
"You're lying again. How can we receive the radio here? The only places in the city close to the central city can receive the signal." Caroline said dissatisfiedly.
"You don't know, right? If you can't receive the original radio signals in the city, you can receive the radio station at the city hall." The operator was very proud and stopped to show off to his friends, "The signal tower of the city hall's radio station is built on the tallest tower in the city lord's mansion. We have also installed medium wave relay stations on the highest mountains in Innadeli. Not to mention in the town, you can go to the countryside, even to the forest outside the Sorenson Mountains, as long as you have a radio, you can hear the broadcast!"
After saying this, he didn't care how surprised the crowd would be and happily took the things into the store.
The town's daily electricity consumption is partly supplied by the original power lines and partly by self-generation. The Undead Delicatessen has freezers that require electricity, so a transmission line is also pulled up.
The "precious" radio was placed in the safest attic employee dormitory in the store (where the orc clerks lived), and wired it up (a rechargeable radio was custom-made at an electronics factory in Province G) and connected to the speaker. The operator then climbed up to the roof through the skylight and installed the speaker under the attic skylight where there was a place with eaves to block the rain.
While the staff were busy installing the loudspeaker, the customers in the queue and passers-by who heard the discussion were waiting downstairs, looking up curiously.
FM wave technology has been around in this world for at least two hundred years, but listening to the radio is still an elegant hobby that only the middle and upper classes can enjoy.
The reason is that transmitter technology has not been widely used in the military, and therefore has no chance to be rapidly improved. It is not that wars in this world are rare, but that most national-level wars involve the participation of mage corps, and the caster's magic tricks such as the Mage's Eye and Water Mirror, plus the assistance of the local magic network, are already able to support military warfare very well.
Second, the general public is extremely poor and cannot support business oligarchs (capital forces) who are derived from the old aristocratic class and transcend the old aristocratic class and who can indirectly or directly influence the domestic and international situation.
When capital forms power, it will naturally pursue more efficient ways of harvesting leeks. If magic works, use magic; if technology works, use technology. Everything is based on practicality. However, if there is a lack of soil for capital to form power, then capital cannot rise.
The capital power of this world has not transcended the old aristocratic class, nor does it have the opportunity to colonize the world or make the first move on its own citizens. Even capital does not have the motivation to promote technological progress. Naturally, any technology that is born can only be for self-entertainment in a small range.
But for the Innadeli regime, it is really not difficult to cover the entire territory with broadcast signals. If someone is willing to pay for it, covering the entire territory, let alone the entire territory, will not be a big problem...
On Earth, a 1-kilowatt FM transmitter has a coverage radius of no more than 20 kilometers. If a 5-kilowatt FM transmitter is moved here, the neighboring Odysseus territory can receive the signal from the Innadri radio station...
The operator wanted to show off in front of his fellow villagers, so after installing the speaker, he went back to the attic, adjusted the channel according to the operation manual given by the city hall, and turned up the speaker volume to the maximum.
The Innadri radio station was established to better disseminate farming knowledge to farmers and promote the city hall policies. Except for towns, every village must have a radio point.
But, Zhao Zhenzhen doesn't have the manpower to stay at the radio station for live broadcast all day, so except for specific time periods, the radio signals covering the entire territory are all playing music from China in a loop - it doesn't matter if you don't understand the lyrics, as long as the melody is beautiful enough. Anyway, there is no spiritual entertainment in this world... Music is borderless anyway!
At this time in the morning, the music played on the playlist kindly provided by Jitang can inspire people to work more energetically, such as "Yellow River Cantata", "March of the Volunteers", "My Motherland", "The Internationale", "Jiuer", "The East is Red" and so on.
When the operator switched to the channel, the Innadeli radio station was playing "The East is Red" on loop. The loudspeaker immediately emitted an exciting symphony and a sonorous chorus of men and women: "The East is Red, the sun is rising, China has produced a..."
Not to mention the natives who were looking at the rare sight on the street, even the players walking over from the other end of the street were standing there in shock.
"Fuck, is the background music of this game so hardcore?"
