Chapter 57 Misjudgment of the Situation
Weapon Master Charlie Rex sat alone on a bag of cement at the Fighters Guild construction site, in a daze.
The walls of the Warrior Guild Hall (actually it's just a long rough-finished house of about 80 square meters) have been completed, and the lime putty on the walls has dried, but the roof has not been covered or asphalt tiles have been laid, and the floor has not been laid yet.
A bungalow for living was built, but because Yang did not come to help him set up new magic traps and soundproofing arrays, Rex was not in a hurry to move in.
The magic trap was fine, as the undead were no longer disrespectful and offensive to them like they were in the beginning, but they would not be able to survive without the soundproofing array.
The other two bungalows have not yet been started and the construction site is still full of building materials.
But... the cart used to transport water and mud was so dry that not a trace of moisture could be seen because it had not been used for several days.
Normally, the construction site of the Warrior Guild is the most deserted place, and the number of undead who come here to take tasks every day can be counted on one hand.
And in the past few days, these few undead haven't come.
Rex had long been accustomed to being alone, but for some reason, such a deserted construction site made him feel uneasy...
Suddenly, Rex's expression changed and he stood up abruptly.
He would never admit that he had gotten used to the noise of the undead!
He also didn't miss those undead ladies who had beautiful voices but rude manners and were very rude to him!
He would not miss the undead man who knew how to cook and took care of others silently like the ascetic monk of the church he met when he was a child!
Absolutely impossible——!
Rex left the construction site in silence and returned to his tent. He busily collected the garbage to be landfilled and incinerated, as if he was venting some embarrassing emotions.
The food and drinks that Yang distributed to them were mostly wrapped in paper or plastic sheets. These papers and plastics needed to be collected according to Yang's requirements and sent to the garbage incineration site behind the town for unified incineration and landfill.
After packing up the food he had eaten in the past few days, Rex openly "left his post without permission" and went to the garbage incineration site.
This garbage incineration site was converted from a tile kiln. It seems that among the people who came to this valley to build a small town, there were people who knew how to make tiles and left behind a small kiln.
Of course... after so many years, this brick kiln has long been unusable, and burning garbage can be considered as waste utilization.
When Rex arrived in front of the kiln where garbage was processed, he was about to stuff the packaging bag he had brought with him into the kiln when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He slowly squatted down and reached into the cave to dig around...
Other people had thrown some garbage such as cardboard boxes and plastic bags into the cave.
But the amount of garbage...is less than usual.
Rex calculated the last time the garbage incinerator was opened, and his eyes gradually became sharp.
The warrior, who was promoted to weapon master at a young age, clapped his hands, stood up, and walked towards the town hall.
In the town hall, "Yang" was still drinking tea.
However, Rex, who was observing through the window, knew that it was not Yang, it was just an illusion left by Yang.
Although the difference cannot be seen with the naked eye, the "aura" of the phantom and the real Yang are different in the eyes of professionals like Rex who are familiar with Yang himself.
Rex felt that Tuttle Joe, a former thief, should be able to feel it as well.
Rex's target was not Yang's phantom. He stared at the large cabinets behind the phantom for a while, then walked around the town hall, focusing on the ground near the windowsill and the damage to the branches and leaves of the surrounding shrubs.
After confirming his guess through meticulous and directional observation, Rex couldn't help but shake his head: "These guys are worthy of being members of a former thieves group - they are too bold and reckless."
There were only twenty or thirty undead souls to be seen in the entire town in a day. Yang himself was not there, leaving only an illusion... It was not difficult to understand why these former thieves were still unwilling to give up.
Rex's personality was incompatible with that group of former thieves. Even though they often ran into each other in town, the two sides spoke less than they had communicated with the undead.
The former thieves couldn't stand Rex's aloofness and disliked his polluted spirit; Rex also disliked the former thieves' self-degradation and lawlessness.
This made Rex a little conflicted. He really didn't want to get involved in the affairs of that group of people, but if he sat back and watched them die without helping, it seemed to conflict with the beliefs he had always held.
"...Whatever." Rex sighed, "If we lose manpower when the town is only halfway built...it's not a good thing."
Rex was very interested in Yang's idea of running Tarantan into a territory.
Like Tattle Joe, he was born in the Rhine Kingdom, and his family was of a higher status than Tattle's - his father was a viscount who owned territories, subjects, and countless manors and ranches.
It stands to reason that no matter what the situation of the young master of the Viscount's family is, he would not be so poor that he had to hide in the Sorenson Mountains to wait for death after his spirit was polluted... But unfortunately, he was not his father's legitimate son, but an illegitimate son born to his father and a mistress.
This is a very common thing. Gentlemen with aristocratic aura can naturally attract women who use beauty as their capital, intending to exchange their bodies and wombs for a more decent life.
But unfortunately, while it was common for gentlemen to have a string of mistresses, it was extremely rare for one of these mistresses to be favored for long, or for one of their offspring to be recognized by the family.
Rex was obviously not one of those lucky people who could win the favor of the Viscount and receive more resources even if he was an illegitimate child. The only benefit he gained from the half of his bloodline was a relatively carefree childhood and the qualification to attend a private college in his youth.
By the time Rex was fourteen years old, his old and ugly mother could no longer attract the Viscount's interest, so they were sent to the countryside with a tiny sum of money.
Trying to bind a gentleman with countless resources by relying on the so-called father-son relationship is one of the most unrealistic fantasies in the world. The Viscount has many mistresses and even more illegitimate children. For the Viscount, abandoning Rex and his mother is no different from abandoning a pet with cubs.
In short... Rex's desire to build Tarantan into a territory may be even stronger than Yang Qiu himself - he wants to achieve success and fame, and he wants his viscount father who easily abandoned him to regret abandoning such an outstanding son.
Without such a strong desire, Rex, who was initially on the verge of collapse, would not have been able to muster up the energy to "serve" the undead.
Rex, having made up his mind, came to the construction site of the Walker Guild for the first time.
Walkers are a large group of players who change their jobs. The degree of completion of the Walker Guild is completely different from that of the Warrior Guild. Not only is the square quite large, the much larger guild hall has taken shape, and the rows of bungalows are also almost completed.
There were only a few scattered undead on the construction site, busy with their tasks. Of the three people in charge of this area, only Tuttle was still on duty; Hal and Pansy were nowhere to be seen.
Rex stared at Tuttle from a distance for a while, and felt that a showdown with this ranger was no different from a showdown with Hal... so he walked straight over.
Tuttle obviously didn't expect that this warrior who never dealt with them would come to him on his own initiative. He stood up with a look of surprise: "Charlie Rex? What's the matter?"
Rex stood still several meters away and said directly without beating around the bush: "I don't know what you are planning, but since we know each other, I feel it is my duty to remind you that you'd better give up, Joe."
Tuttle's face changed when he heard Rex's first words. After hearing this guy's pretentious warning , he laughed out of anger: "Ha, sorry...did I hear it wrong? Who are you trying to teach a lesson to?"
Rex shook his head slightly: "No, just a reminder."
Tuttle grumbled, walked up to Rex with an unhappy look on his face, and raised his chin: "Who do you think you are? A soldier?"
The army of this world...is not a respected entity.
Even on Earth, the Chinese people's understanding of the military is fundamentally different from that of people in other countries.
In short...the word "soldier" is not a good word. It is a word used to express contempt, and has the same meaning as the "Qiuba" in ancient China.
Rex was not going to be angered by such childish provocation, and said expressionlessly: "I have heard about the loss you suffered at the hands of the undead last time."
Tuttle's face turned cold: "You want to cause trouble, little Charlie?!"
"Calm down. I'm not bored enough to come here to cause trouble." Rex raised his hand to stop him and said, "I'll repeat myself. I just want to kindly remind you not to do anything stupid."
"I understand that you feel it is a shame to succumb to Yang and be forced to live with these undead. You do not agree with Yang's ideals and think that Yang is fooling you or just crazy. I understand all this." Rex spoke faster, rushing to finish what he wanted to say before the other party lost control of his emotions. "But I still want to remind you, don't forget Yang's attitude towards you, me, and all of us."
After all, Tattle Joe was the think tank of the Holy Crow. Although he felt offended by the other party and was furious, he did not lose his basic judgment. He suppressed his anger and said, "What do you want to say?"
"What I want to say is that Yang is a high-level magician." Rex breathed a sigh of relief. This guy could finally talk normally. "Even if he doesn't care about people like us, he will still maintain the demeanor and etiquette of a high-level magician and will not embarrass us too much, which may cause us to misjudge the situation."
Tuttle looked stunned.
"No matter how graceful and polite we are, it is still a fact that Yang doesn't care about people like us." Rexton paused and said in a deep voice, "He doesn't need our support, love, trust, or awe. He just asks us to do some simple things according to his needs, which any trained male servant can do, and provide treatment commensurate with our efforts. I believe you understand what this means, Joe."
Tuttle's face suddenly changed, and he half opened his mouth, trying to say something, but failed to utter a word.
He understood.
He was also a young master born into a good family and had been exposed to the ways of the world since childhood.
If you think about it carefully, the black magician Yang really did not make any higher demands on them. Even when their last attempt to rebel was discovered, Yang had no intention of punishing them. He just showed them the bills that they could not afford to pay and asked them to make verbal promises, and then let them go.
Even... I have said that I don't care about their betrayal.
The ultimate reason is that to Yang, their betrayal and loyalty are worthless!
Seeing that Tuttle's face turned pale and sweat appeared on his forehead, Rex knew that he understood his reminder.
After realizing it so late, Rex looked down on it ...
There was nothing he could do. Even if he looked down on them, they were still “colleagues”. Rex could only continue to persuade them patiently: “The undead never avoided us when they talked. I think you know that the reason Yang and the undead left Exile Town was to receive the civilians Yang brought from the Principality of Shiga.”
"What we do for Yang can also be done by civilians with a little training. People like us... are not unique enough to be irreplaceable." This sentence hurt Rex a little. It reminded him of the past, and he couldn't help but sigh.
