Principal Ai Wen of the Demon King Academy really had an uncanny foresight, and the citizens of Thunder City were indeed spineless shrimp.

Following Adela, the security officer, Mr. Jack from Underground Street also seized the future.

Moreover, it seemed he had barely exerted any effort? He had suddenly attained enlightenment.

Luo Yan couldn't help but wonder, could his hidden charisma attribute actually be exceptionally high?

No, that couldn't be it.

There seemed to be no doubt about that.

In any case, Luo Yan was quite satisfied with his job, although he was far from being complacent.

The urgent task was to quickly reclaim the first floor of the labyrinth, and the best opportunity to battle the quadruped snakes was in three days.

According to his calculations, by then there would be over 100 players who had rushed to the black iron level!

After training in the maze, these players had already formed an effective fighting force!

Not only that, as long as he could maintain a net gain of over 1000 in faith value within three days, he could muster another wave of cannon fodder troops by then!

As for now, he needed to practice the Dragon language he had just learned and grasp a few more unexpected trump cards…

…

In the deep autumn, the air was crisp and clear, and the outskirts of Silver Pine Town were a brilliant golden yellow.

The busiest season of the year had just passed, and the festival celebrating the harvest was coming soon; people's tense faces finally bore a hint of smiles, and they felt more grateful when praying to the deity.

Praise Saint Sis.

Praise the omnipotent Emperor.

Thanks to the Holy Light that illuminated the world, the wheat could fill the granaries, the grapevines could hang heavy with fruit, newborns could enter the world with a cry, and Silver Pine Town could enjoy peace and tranquility.

If it weren't for the Demon King, this fertile land would surely be even closer to paradise.

Carrying a mud-covered hoe, old Abel walked from one golden field to another pitted field of mud.

In Silver Pine Town, seventy percent of the wheat fields belonged to the Baron, thirty percent to the church, and only those bits and pieces of vegetable fields really belonged to the local farmers, and so old Abel cared extra for those green little darlings.

Every time after working on the lord's land, he would come here to spend time with his little treasures, looking forward to sitting in front of the fireplace with his family, enjoying delicious pumpkin porridge.

This was a happiness that adventurers could never understand.

He felt immensely proud and confident about this.

So, when his youngest son uttered the foolish words, "I want to be a great adventurer when I grow up," he didn't hesitate to swat his behind with a belt.

Why choose something like that?

To be that kind of guy who earns with his life but doesn't live to spend what he earns, lying dead in a corner of the maze without anyone knowing one day.

He could go on for three days and nights about the drawbacks of being an adventurer without a break.

However, since last night, he suddenly didn't feel as confident as before.

Eight hundred people had died in the maze, including his neighbor.

The lord didn't even bother to look at them, only the kind Priest offered a little compensation to those poor families.

At times like this, Abel would think deeply, even though being an adventurer wasn't a decent job, being the lord's tenant farmer might not be much better…

Just then, a disturbance came from the edge of the distant fields, and a fence placed on the field ridges seemed to have been knocked over, rustling.

Abel, who was tending the garden, immediately became alert, tightening his grip on the hoe.

"Damn... It's probably wild boar!"

That thing wasn't something he could handle with a hoe.

He cursed under his breath, quickly turned around, and went back into the wooden house beside him, hastily loaded a matchlock gun, then trotted off in the direction of the noise.

"Come out! You pumpkin-stealing beast!"

To avoid shooting a neighbor's child who might be causing mischief, he didn't fire immediately but shouted first, intending to startle the prey.

It seemed to hear his voice, and there was a rustling commotion in the field. However, what stood up was a figure.

Looking at the man wrapped in a cloak, Abel was slightly taken aback.

Although the other person didn't have any pumpkins, which somewhat eased his anger, seeing the refugee-like appearance, he couldn't muster much goodwill.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! What are you doing here, sneaking around like this?"

Refugees and adventurers are different.

The latter, although not having a proper job, are at least registered and wouldn't steal from farmers unless they were really out of money. But the former, they usually scavenged wherever they went, and their group might even include unsavory Demons.

If he wasn't stern, they might think he was easy to bully and thus linger around.

Especially those guys with cat ears, rabbit ears, or bear ears, they're never up to any good.

The man didn't respond, just silently turned around, facing him.

The moment Abel saw the face under the cloak, he was first stunned, then as if he had seen a ghost—

No!

It was one indeed!

"Undead! Undead!!!"

Screaming, he dropped the fire gun and ran towards the town, crawling and scrambling; because he ran so hurriedly, he even lost both of his shoes.

Watching the farmer's retreating figure, Yiye Zhiqu looked down at Hu Wan beside him.

"I thought he just said to raise my face… Do I look that scary?"

Shielded by the hedge, Hu Wan gave a subtle look.

"Not bad... Consider it a blessing. You're fine compared to me."

Less than one meter tall.

Not only does he take twice the steps on WeChat, but slightly taller cover can completely block his view.

He was already regretting choosing this lousy race.

Next time he was reborn, he would choose a different one...

The two had originally just come to see what human towns really looked like, whether they were filled with high-rise buildings or just sprawled with bungalows, but they had scared the daylights out of each other at first sight.

That being said, the game was too realistic, the crops weren't just textures but actually grew according to the seasons in reality!

If it weren't for the VR glasses he was wearing, he would have doubted whether he had traveled through time...

This place was not suitable to stay for long.

Yiye Zhiqu stepped forward, put on a pair of shoes, and handed a musket to Hu Wan. The tall and short skeletons hurriedly left the crime scene.

The NPCs from the hostile camp weren't very friendly, and the game didn't even have subtitles.

Until they could communicate, it would be better to stay as far away from human towns as possible...

...

Yiye Zhiqu and Hu Wan dusted off their bottoms and headed towards the swamps and coastlines to the southwest, but the commotion they caused stirred up quite a fuss.

A skeleton wearing clothes appeared in the suburbs, which was a nerve-wracking sight for the residents of Silver Pine Town who had just spotted undead at the entrance to the labyrinth not long ago.

Especially as the local militia had suffered heavy losses recently, the town's defensive capabilities were significantly depleted.

Not long after the two players had left, the nearby militia quickly arrived at the scene.

Seeing the seemingly undamaged farmland, Hephael, who had just been rapidly promoted to captain, comfortingly patted Abel on the shoulder.

"Brother, you're still lucky, you only lost a pair of shoes. Last time, I lost a shield... By the way, did you see my shield with them?"

The weary Abel shook his head, his mood indescribably bad.

He had lost more than just a pair of shoes; he had also lost a musket that the lord had left here.

But as long as he explained the situation clearly, that the weapon was lost while defending the farmland, the lord wouldn't make him pay for it.

The shoes were his own, though.

"No."

"No? Well, it looks like it wasn't the same one then." Hephael scratched the back of his head and gestured to the rookie behind him, leading the farmer back to the post to make a report.

This was a necessary procedure.

Although he knew well, expecting any reliable news from an old farmer's mouth was less likely than expecting an adventurer to save enough money to buy a house.

Nevertheless, under Abel's animated description with his face red and nose even redder, the nearby post finally figured out the shape of the skeleton.

Fierce!

Sneaky!

And sly!

It was like a minion of the Demon King!

Old Abel drew on all his strength, using every diabolical term he could think of to describe a demon.

After all, losing shoes was a minor issue, but being frightened into losing them by an ordinary undead was a lifetime of shame.

The news swiftly traveled up the ranks.

Eventually, the report reached Sheriff Adela's ears, and, unsurprisingly, the clothed skeleton was turned into a clothed Witch Demon.

Sitting at his desk, Adela rubbed his chin with his index finger, gazing indifferently at his subordinates who stood quivering before him.

A Witch Demon...

It must be a servant of that high lord, right?

If so, there was nothing to worry about.

Whether it was mindset or position, the man sitting here was no longer the same man as before.

Tossing the report into a drawer, Adela yawned and casually remarked,

"What was I thinking? An old farmer saw an undead, no big deal, everyone disperse."

"No big deal?!"

Hephael stood in front of the desk, surprised by his boss's reaction, wondering if he hadn't seen him at the tavern yesterday...

It seemed like he had drunk more than himself.

Looking at this clueless guy, Adela disdainfully curled his lip.

"It's just an undead. Do you think an old farmer can recognize what a Witch Demon is? I've never seen such a thing... I bet the smartest undead he's ever seen was probably his deadbeat dad he couldn't afford to bury."

Several captains exchanged glances, one of them whispered,

"But, sir... he swore on Saint Sis, claiming that the undead really was dressed, and it seemed to be made from bed sheets and curtains. Clearly, it wasn't his attire from before—"

"Clearly, it was some unlucky refugee who died and then became an undead because he had a guilty conscience."

Impatiently waving his hand, Adela dismissed the superstitious speculation,

"Enough; when I say it's a minor issue, it's a minor issue! I'll talk to Priest Matt about it later... and also the adventurer guild, that should be fine, right?"

If it weren't for the heavy losses in the previous campaign, he really didn't want to promote these lackeys.

Maybe...

Next time, he should ask His Majesty the Demon King for a few ghouls.

Not only for the church, but he thought of placing a few obedient fellows in the militia as well.

Yes.

If possible, it would be good to organize a few in the town hall too.

Seeing the boss had spoken thus, the captains looked at one another and, though reluctantly, nodded in agreement.

Pacifying the undead indeed was the job of a priest.

Although they didn't know why their boss had suddenly become so calm, it seemed that was the only option...

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