Chapter 42: Chapter 43. Excellent Players Have Started Finding Jobs For NPCs

Language barrier?

Can't communicate?

For Lucius, this is not a problem at all.

As a tool person, it is enough to master a few simple basic speaking skills to meet the needs of players for game functions.

For example, the simplest buying and selling can be learned without complex vocabulary.

As for the players who can't understand what she say?

Who care.

After all, even if it is a completely real immersive virtual reality online game, it is impossible for every NPC to have completely real intelligence.

Therefore, Lucius did not ask Sumeria to learn English, but only asked her to master a few basic words and fixed sentence patterns.

However, what he didn't expect was that his requirements were already low enough, and this guy's performance was still not satisfactory.

"...For customers who come to the store, they should say 'Hello, I am Sumeria, the proprietress of the weapon shop, how can I help you', and when they hear 'I want to buy something', they point to the menu and answer 'Look for yourself', Reach out to 'I need to service my gun' and say 'bring it'?"

What the hell is this.

Holding the note in his hand, Sumeria looked at Lucius who was sitting on the chair for help with a frowning expression. Although the pronunciation of every word was marked, she still couldn't get used to the strange pronunciation.

Even though it does resemble Renlianyu.

Noticing that Sumeria was looking at him, Lucius looked away from the computer screen and turned to look at her.

"Have you learned it?"

Sumeria: "Not yet..."

Lucius: "Then why are you looking at me? Keep memorizing."

Sumeria: "..."

For a moment, she suddenly felt that the work of having children might be easier, but for some reason, this person had no interest in her at all.

Am I ugly?

Not so. Depressedly pinching the ends of her red hair, Sumeria is still very confident in her appearance, for example, the captain once pursued her for a while. But she didn't take a fancy to it.

The life of cannon fodder is too hard, and she has to face the threat of death every day. Her dream is to marry into the inner city of Boulder City and live the life of a rich wife from then on.

In fact, it is not impossible to think about it.

What if one day you receive the task of escorting a big man, maybe there will be a story about the beauty saving the hero in the novel?

It's just a pity that, let alone escorting the big shots, a fringe team like them can't even do the tasks on the second ring road, so they can only be sent to this kind of wilderness to open the 'blind box'.

As for now... The dream life is even more useless. Who would want a cripple?

And she was a cripple who was captured by barbarians...

Just when Sumeria was feeling sad for her fate, a light cough came from beside her.

"Your expression is slightly restrained."

"What?"

Sumeria was at a loss.

Sure enough, he was deserting.

Seeing her subconscious reaction, Lucius who was sitting on the chair was speechless. Sighing, he paused for a moment and said expressionlessly, "From now on, I will test you in two hours."

"If there is still no progress, maybe the Brown Farm next door will be more suitable for you. There is a need for slaves there."

"Just right, I can make a fortune too."

...

It's winter now, and Brown Farm doesn't need slaves. Instead, at the end of the month, it will dispose of a batch of old things that can't work, or defective products with broken arms and legs.

Lame mercenaries, no one will take them if they are free. As for coveting beauty, that's even more nonsense. Even the wealthy landowners on Bite Street can afford a clone with a face so delicate that even a star would be jealous of it. How much is a vulgar and savage soul worth?

This is wasteland.

As for selling this guy, Lucius just said it casually. Intimidate her a little and give her a little motivation. Even if this guy is so stupid that he can't even memorize these few pages of lines, he won't sell her as a slave.

At most throw it out from here.

In fact, during the period of contact, Lucius found that this person was quite interesting, and it was useless to speak well, so he immediately admitted to cowardly with a few threats, and obediently recited it there.

Lucius shook his head and continued to surf his net. Just now he found out that his steam account can still be used, just to pass the time...

Next morning.

After waking up from sleep, Lucius opened the player list, unlocked the login permissions of the players in batches, and took the online players to the surface.

"My dear manager, where is that lady from yesterday?" Standing beside the manager, Tomorrow asked respectfully.

"Did you mean Sumeria? Her injury is a bit serious and she needs to rest for a few days. I communicated with her last night, and she has agreed to join our cause. When her injury recovers, she will be in charge of the preparation of weapons at the outpost. .”

Of course Lucius didn't say that this guy memorized the book until two or three o'clock, and finally carried it to the next room by himself. Not surprisingly, she should be sleeping soundly.

After listening to the manager's answer, Tomorrow's eyes lit up instantly.

New information!

The name of the new NPC is Sumeria!

The identity should be a weapon shop owner or a similar occupation!

After silently remembering these two things, Tomorrow planned to update all the information in his post when he went offline today.

Of course Lucius could guess what he was thinking, otherwise he wouldn't have told him in such detail.

Continuing to perform his job as an NPC, Lucius took the players to the open space of the nursing home, gave a simple mobilization speech, and then announced his dissolution.

After two days of running-in, the newly joined players have basically adapted to the rhythm of the game, and there is no need for him to command.

Looking at the fire and black smoke gradually rising outside the construction site, and the players climbing up and down around the scaffolding, humming and humming, Lucius suddenly felt like an old farmer raising ducks.

The daily job is to drive the ducks out of the cages, let them slip by themselves outside, gather them together and drive them back into the cages after dark, and then count today’s harvest and how much fat the ducks have gained. Planned to pluck a little duck feather from them.

Of course, this is not entirely true.

After all, most of the tools for working were provided to them by themselves, and most of the jerky they ate were also obtained from hunting by themselves.

Thinking about it this way, I still put in a lot of effort.

Standing in front of the construction site and watching for a while, when Lucius was thinking about what to do today, Walker had already taken the initiative to find him.

"Respected Master Manager!" He saluted respectfully, Walker's face was eager to try, and he asked very skillfully, "Are we still going hunting today? When are we going?"

Lucius was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

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"……Now."

Good guy.

Now these players are taking the initiative, have learned to arrange work for themselves?

But Lucius didn't say anything.

After all, he really planned to go out for a stroll just now, and bring back some prey to smoke.

Taking Walker back to the refuge, Lucius put on the tactical belt that he took off from the mercenary, put the pistol he picked up on it, and then stuffed two 5mm pistol magazines as backup.

The main weapon is still his 9mm iron-pipe rifle, and the holy sword of physics-a steel pipe that can pry open doors and hammer people.

Although there are submachine guns and shotguns, two 'melee artifacts' to choose from, these two pieces of equipment are not very meaningful for hunting.

There is no buckshot in the sprayer's ammunition, and the use of shotgun will damage the fur.

Compared with using melee firepower to suppress prey, Lucius prefers to use a rifled high-quality 9mm iron-barreled rifle to kill prey with a single shot at mid-range.

Or at least make it incapacitated, and then go closer and use the steel pipe to make up the knife. This not only saves valuable ammunition, but also allows the preservation of the prey's fur more intact.

You know, every additional bullet hole or cut will reduce the quality of the fur by 10%.

"You take this with you."

Lucius handed Walker a pistol and a crossbow, in addition to a leather quiver containing fifteen crossbows.

"Can I use that sprayer?"

Walker looked at the pistol, then at the shotgun leaning against the corner of the wall, and looked at Lucius pitifully.

However, Lucius didn't intend to make any concessions, and said expressionlessly.

"We're going hunting, not killing mutants."

"You should familiarize yourself with these two weapons before talking about other things."

...

Lucius took Walker out to hunt.

The players at the outpost worked as diligently as yesterday. Those who moved bricks moved bricks, those who mixed cement mixed cement, and those who plastered plastered plastered. None of them was idle.

Thanks to the 30 tools that the manager exchanged from the Brown Farm, the work efficiency of the players has been greatly improved.

Especially the players who built the wall. The wall construction site of the outpost is advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not just a construction site.

Tomorrow and Bunny, who were pondering the indigenous method of steelmaking, made new progress in their work after they got the tongs and the hammer for blacksmithing.

From the cars in the parking lot, they removed the frame, hood, suspension, and even the engine casing that had rusted into iron slag... After two hundred years of wind and rain, they could not find a complete structure. Waste products are natural open-pit mines for them.

The embrittled rust was smashed and thrown into the furnace, still using charcoal as a reducing agent, and the air was blown by a human bellows. This time they finally succeeded in turning the rubbish into hot molten iron.

"Awesome!!!"

"It's done!"

Bunny and Tomorrow clenched their fists excitedly.

They have been waiting for this moment for three full days!

The molten iron fired by this method turns into pig iron with high carbon content after cooling. After repeated heating and cooling, the carbon content is reduced to between 2% and 1.5%, and the most basic steel can be obtained.

As for adding metals such as chromium and nickel to make alloys, it is still too difficult for them. Serious steelmaking still requires professional equipment, at least an electric furnace.

In fact, let alone steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron out of industrial waste is already quite a feat for them with simple production facilities!

"What should we forge?" Bunny looked at Tomorrow excitedly and asked, "Axes? Knives? Or something else."

Tomorrow also looked joyful, and said after thinking for a few seconds.

"Let's create a cauldron first!"

"Eating stew every day, I'm going to throw up!"

Although yesterday's mashed potatoes were not bad, but I heard from Brother Scrambled Eggs that there is not much soy sauce left, so today it is pine nut fresh fish soup again.

That thing is really not fresh at all, and the taste of catfish is all over the mouth after one bite.

"Haha, great idea! With an iron pan, you can cook!"

The two hit it off and quickly reached a consensus. They began to use a little yellow mud left over from burning bricks to figure out how to make abrasive tools for firing iron pots.

On the other side, in front of the woodworking hut.

Brother Mosquito, who was sitting at the door with a small bench, was concentrating on his manual work.

I saw him holding a trash can that he didn't know where he picked it up, sealed the trash can with a wooden board, and then chiseled a stainless steel pipe into it to make a watering can with a simple structure.

It's not over yet.

He's clearly not content with tilting sprinklers.

Brother Mosquito then used turpentine to seal the connection, installed a portable wooden handle on the outer shell of the trash can, made a supercharger similar to a watering can with a plastic bottle, folded it into an S shape with a hose and connected it to the back of the trash can department.

"Perfect!"

Brother Mosquito looked at the thing in his hand with a joyful expression on his face when he was done.

Manual booster flamethrower!

As long as wood tar is injected into the barrel, and a fire-igniting tampon is inserted into the water pipe in front, within a five-meter killing radius, this thing can theoretically become a nightmare for anyone or a different species——

Of course, the premise is that you don't give points to yourself.

In terms of high emotional intelligence, the design concept of this thing is a bit cyberpunk, but Brother Mosquito thinks that the problem is not big, and it will be better to improve it in the future.

"Let's call it 'Hellfire 0.1'!"

Just thinking about where to go to try it, Brother Mosquito raised his head and suddenly saw 8th Level Gale carrying a plastic bucket walking towards him.

This guy went fishing early in the morning, and usually only saw others near the nursing home in the afternoon, but today was unusual, and he came back before ten o'clock.

"Hey, it's so early today?" Mosquito looked at the approaching wind and joked with a smile, "Could it be that the trap has been broken again?"

"It's nothing to do with the trap," Gale threw the plastic bucket in his hand on the ground, "Look what I found?"

"What did you find—" Seeing the contents in the bucket, Mosquito froze.

Those are some white stones.

There are some yellow and light brown impurities mixed in it. The stiffness on his face instantly turned into ecstasy.

"Guano!?"

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