Chapter 356: New Lord's Reward
While the nobles of Dutata City were cursing and swearing over the confiscation of their most profitable and fastest-earning gray industries, in the lord's mansion, Yang Qiu was explaining an extremely important matter to the newly appointed Lord Adela.
"Give reasonable rewards to the undead who come to hand over the prisoners?" Coulson O'Neill was instantly cheered up when he heard this topic.
"Yes." Yang Qiu said, "There is no set standard for this kind of reward. To some extent, you can do it according to your preferences. But I must remind you that the reward should not be too high or too low, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble when you need help from our undead friends in the future."
Coulson felt a bit overwhelmed at the time...
His feeling towards the Tarantan undead was similar to that of Agent Stanford, who had witnessed the battle between the undead with his own eyes. These fearless, arrogant and unrestrained skeletons were in a delicate state of being dangerous yet not completely dangerous, brutal yet not completely brutal.
According to Mr. Yang, if we randomly reward the undead, it will cause serious problems...
"My suggestion is that you can refer to what Phoenix of the Odysseus family did." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Last time, when the undead kidnapped the prince of the Principality of Lionel for Phoenix, Phoenix awarded the undead who handed over this important prisoner as a family knight."
Coulson bowed slightly in gratitude: "I understand, Mr. Yang, I will consider it carefully."
The prince of the principality is worth the knighthood and the knighthood. In other words, among the captives of the battle of Dutata City, Count Ezekiel, who has the highest status, cannot exceed this standard, nor can it be too low.
Yang Qiu nodded with satisfaction.
He had a lot of things to do and didn't have the free time to guide the new Lord Adler step by step. It would be easier to let the other party use his brain and think more.
"You are different from Qina. If the news spreads that the Tarantan Undead have come out in full force to fight for you, even if we have an impeccable excuse for revenge, you will be regarded as a shameless person who has joined forces with an evil black magician like me."
Yang Qiu raised his right hand. Purple-black magic power that ordinary people could see with their naked eyes rose like smoke in his palm, forming a complex and exquisite magic imprint: "You need to be like Rex and quickly familiarize yourself with and master the skills of contacting the undead... This will be a challenge for you, but I don't think you are willing to back down at this time."
"Of course, Mr. Yang, this is exactly what I expected." Coulson O'Neill, who had been mentally prepared, immediately stood up bravely and walked towards the black magician on the high-back chair.
Yang Qiu smiled slightly and injected his matrix imprint into Coulson's soul.
This is the proof of being a follower and the pass to enter the magic network matrix.
Telephone lines can be cut, telegrams can be interfered with, and messengers can be intercepted; but the connection in the branding matrix will never be interrupted as long as Yang Qiu himself is alive and as long as the wizard tower is still there.
Coulson O'Neill was pulled into the branding matrix, and a magical scene appeared before his eyes that was invisible to the naked eye and could only be perceived by the soul.
He seemed to be in the starry sky, becoming a part of the stars that twinkled and reflected each other.
He inexplicably developed a strange sense of security. He could sense that he had a deeper and more unbreakable connection with this strange starry sky than any blood connection.
He had no fear of the boundless darkness beyond the nebula. He instinctively knew that if he accidentally fell into the endless void, the countless stars that echoed his breathing would reach out and hold him firmly.
China Darcy saw her cousin standing there in a daze with an intoxicated look on his face, and glanced at Yang Qiu with some concern.
"Don't worry, Coulson is just getting used to the feeling of having countless mental anchors." Yang Qiu smiled gently.
Qina recalled her experience when she was accepted into the magic matrix and smiled knowingly.
The vast majority of ordinary people do not have the opportunity to enter the spiritual matrix.
Even in a territory blessed by a spellcaster, those who can enter the spellcaster's magic matrix are often only qualified to enjoy the convenience provided by the magic network, and cannot become an anchor point or own an anchor point.
After all, the spellcasters in this world are not like Yang Qiu, who can pull tens of thousands of stable anchor points from the other planes with no risk of loss of control or contamination as the finale of the matrix...
Without these more than 33,000 player anchors to anchor the matrix in all directions without blind spots, the more people are pulled in, the greater the uncontrollable risks will be, which is tantamount to courting death.
In a world without demons, ordinary people would anchor their spiritual stability on beliefs and faith, such as religion, national consciousness, ethnic consciousness, racial consciousness, and their own identity influenced by cultural traditions.
When faith collapses and belief is shaken, the emotions of the people on Earth will be affected, and their spirits will fall into a state of depression for a period of time; fortunately, the Earth itself belongs to a magic-free plane, and loss of will and collapse are already the greatest damage, and it will not go any further, or there will be outrageous phenomena in which the material world is affected due to mental disorder.
This also gives the people on Earth whose worldviews are shattered the opportunity to stand up again, and to re-establish a new cognitive system and a more complete worldview. There are many people who forge ahead in this process of breaking and rebuilding, allowing their spiritual will to grow and become the best among the crowd.
Although the people on Earth do not have the opportunity to come into contact with the extraordinary, they do have the qualification to try and make mistakes and continue to move forward even if they have to start over several times. This can perhaps be considered as a gain for a loss.
But in this alien world, most ordinary people don’t have such an opportunity.
A collapse of faith or a mental breakdown may cause irreversible damage to a person's body or mind, making him or her gradually sensitive, fragile, and suspicious, until a certain moment when the defense is completely broken and there is no recovery.
The more perceptive a person is, the easier it is for them to fall into this vicious circle.
Coulson O'Neill's perception was not particularly outstanding. The blow of being betrayed by his blood relatives only made him depressed and listless, but he could still hold on because of his concern for his mother. But if his mother met with misfortune one day... then, there was a high probability that he would appear in the church's night watchman file.
Of course... this hidden danger no longer exists now. Having been pulled into the magic matrix, he has lost the "qualification" to collapse no matter how many times his worldview is shattered in this life.
After Coulson calmed down from the surprise of entering the Matrix for the first time, Yang Qiu asked him to go out and prepare to "receive" the players. After several rounds of intrigue, overt and covert bidding, and even a fight, the players finally decided on the "ownership" of those important captives. The victors were carrying people and walking towards the lord's mansion with their heads held high.
The first to arrive were Lahongo and his group, who "held" Count Ezekiel.
The lord's mansion in Ezekiel's era was originally captured by Lahongge's blood alliance. Logically, the ownership of this "heavyweight prisoner" should be undisputed.
However... the Blood Alliance has grown so big that it is not easy to lead the team. Brother Lahong wants to let his friend Mingfeng Chunpu take this "special reward" to see if he can also become a player lord. However, other team leaders in his Blood Alliance also have their own ideas and are not willing to let Brother Lahong make the decision directly.
After all, the relationship between players is not a simple and straightforward relationship between superiors and subordinates. Just because you are a newbie in the Blood Alliance, it does not mean you have to please the senior executives of the Blood Alliance and give priority to the senior executives in everything - we all bought a helmet for 200 yuan to play games, so why do you have privileges and I don’t?
Not to mention the senior executives of the Blood Alliance who rarely play together, even if it is a small team that plays together every day, if the leader is unreasonable or unfair, the members will criticize him without hesitation.
There was no other way, La Hong had to call all those who were interested in competing for this "heavyweight prisoner" to gather at the City Hall. In front of the staff and clerks coming and going, he used sweet words to play the emotional card for a long time, asking all the competitors to calm down and not to have conflicts over this matter. We were all family, so there was no need to argue about whether money mattered or not, as long as the results were roughly the same.
After all the trouble, another veteran player in Lahongge's Blood Alliance, Huanling, finally won the secret bid.
When a group of people happily carried Count Ezekiel over to hand him over and claim the reward, the rich second-generation Huanling who had captured the secret photo patted his chest several times along the way: "To be honest, I have never been a stingy person. No matter what reward I get from the NPC, I will not keep it all to myself. Everyone in our blood alliance will have a share..."
Coulson, who had been standing at the gate of the lord's mansion for a while, saw many undead with strange names coming over his head, and was shocked to hear what these undead said.
"--It really can talk!" Coulson tried his best to stay calm, and under the encouraging gaze of his cousin China, he calmly turned his gaze towards the group of skeletons.
"This earl is really important. The NPC lords have come out and are waiting for him!" Shenxuexi said in amazement.
"That's right. During the previous siege of Innadri, we only captured a viscount. This time at least it's an earl!" Huanling said proudly.
"That Adela III is so disappointing. He is a lord boss, but how come he is just a viscount?" Brother Lahong said unhappily, "If this viscount lord wasn't so disappointing and didn't receive any special rewards, we wouldn't be completely unaware of the value of high-ranking captives and let that fake ginger cat take the prince away for nothing."
The prince of the duchy that he had captured with his own hands was slapped away by the orange cat just because he hesitated and raised his hands. Even today, Brother Lahong is still very angry when he thinks about this incident.
Coulson, who clearly heard the players' complaints, said: "..."
Just... a dignified Viscount, a prince of a country, is this how you describe him...
While trying to force himself not to lose face in front of the undead, Coulson watched as the group of players surrounded him and his cousin China...
In order to ensure that the Earl would not be ambushed by Qin Guan on the way, Brother Lahong called a group of players to escort him; nearly a hundred undead spirits less than two meters tall were rushing over... Even if they were not hostile, the feeling of oppression was enough to make people unbearable.
Fortunately, the players were only concerned about the rewards at the moment, and no one noticed that the NPC Lord Coulson O'Neill was sweating profusely on his forehead and his legs and feet were trembling slightly.
The phantom pulled out Count Ezekiel, who had been tossed around by the players until he was numb, and glanced at Coulson's head, interacting with him like a veteran player: "Respected Lord Coulson O'Neill, please accept the prisoner I brought."
Coulson took a deep breath, trying his best to control his tone and not let his voice tremble too much: "Thank you for your contribution to Adler County, dear undead warrior... To express my gratitude, please accept a farm as a thank you gift-"
Before Coulson could finish his words, he heard a series of extremely excited "Fuck!" sounds in his ears.
"Farm? A farm? This NPC can exchange for a farm?" After the secret shooting failed, Ming Feng Chunpu, who had been trying hard to act magnanimous, suddenly lost his face and emotions.
"How big is the farm?!" Brother Lahong remained relatively calm and knew to ask the question at this time.
Coulson found that the undead were very satisfied with the reward, and hurriedly introduced the situation of the farm... It was the smallest farm selected from Count Ezekiel's family's assets, with more than 1,200 acres of land, more than a dozen farm workers and dozens of hired farmers.
After all, he is the local tyrant of Adler, and Ezekiel's smallest farm is of this size.
Ming Feng Chunpu, who missed the "Count's prisoner", almost fainted with foam at the mouth.
Brother Lahong’s jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Huan Ling jumped three feet high with excitement, laughing wildly and shouting, "Oh hahahaha, this is even more awesome than the orange cat's territory! Yahahahaha!"
