"Deputy City Lord, if I want to entrust the residents of the city to do something, how should I issue the task?"
"Oh, you just need to write down the things you want to entrust. I will send someone to post it on the announcement list and wait for people to accept the entrustment."
Announcement card? Can he also pick it up? Lin Yutian thought to himself, and asked people to bring paper and pens, wooden stools, tables and chairs, and sat at the gate of the city lord's mansion to prepare to write a task release order... Wait, what in this world?
The pens seem to be all quill pens, and the writing produced by these pens is too ugly.
The last time Lin Yutian started writing was in the distant wild boar period. He asked Aina to go to the city to get banknotes, and planned to design a set of armor for Nuo Yan to build. But later Aina went to the dark camp and took away his painstaking design.
The drawings naturally have no context.
Is Aina okay now? Lin Yutian was slightly dazed while holding the goose feather, letting the ink wet the white paper below. Lin Yutian missed his first subordinate back then.
In the beginning, I might have always spoken harshly to her, but I felt some sympathy in my heart for that girl with the horrible scars on her face but a very beautiful figure. Later, as we gradually got along with her, this sympathy turned into a little love and care, and sometimes even
His blood would surge and his heart would beat with excitement. But because he had the body of a wild boar, Lin Yutian stuck to his moral bottom line and did not do anything shameful.
Later, when she caused trouble in Alandra, she was taken to the dark camp by her grandfather. With her family protecting her, she should not be in any danger, and the scars on her face should have been erased.
Magic is so miraculous, it shouldn't be difficult to do this. It's funny, I haven't seen how beautiful she really is, so I just let her be separated from me. But there is still a weak, invisible connection in my heart.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yu whispered from the side. Lin Yutian turned around slightly, and a piece of white paper was already covered with ink.
"Bring me another piece of paper."
"Here you go." The deputy city lord stood aside with a stack of white paper, and Lin Yutian used a brush to write three lines of large characters this time. He imitated how the city lords and NPCs issued tasks.
Just come:
Brave sons of God are now being recruited to patrol the streets and alleys of the city. The reward for each patrol will be reduced by two thousand killing points.
Ding! The system prompts: The city master task is being released. Is it effective?
"Yes!" Lin Yutian couldn't help but feel happy. He really had a way, but if he did this, if other players came, he would be able to get out quickly. However, the killing points required to enter Sin City are too much. The system is accepting it.
After hearing his call, there was no response for a long time.
Ding! System prompts: The reward and difficulty of the City Lord mission cannot match, please re-post.
"I'll go, why are you playing with me?" Lin Yutian glared, and then silently began to change the settings on the paper, reducing the number of kills from two thousand to one thousand.
Ding! System prompts: City Lord mission reward and difficulty cannot match, please re-post...
One thousand doesn't work? Then eight hundred, six hundred, five hundred, three hundred. When Lin Yutian revised to ten o'clock and was about to give up, the system finally let him pass the mission.
Lin Yutian was suddenly speechless. Looking at this mission that was completely in his own hands, he was speechless for a while. He didn't know what the mission standards were when he patrolled the streets once, and if he reduced it by ten points at a time, he would have to circle the streets three hundred times to wash away the killings.
Damn it. I just thought of coming here and taking Mo Yu to defeat the psychological defense of the Saint of Light, but I didn't expect that I would be trapped here. If I don't clean up the killing and have to be called back, I can't survive outside.
Let’s start with the mission. The patrol mission is really too simple. Deliver letters? Kill people? Or do some other missions?
"Go and put this task on the bulletin board. I will pick it up later." Lin Yutian signaled the deputy city lord to start working, and the surrounding guards also began to get busy, restoring the situation in the Sin City that had been abandoned for a long time.
Lin Yutian was thinking hard about giving himself various tasks, but racking his brains he couldn't figure out what he should do in Sin City. Fortunately, he was not fighting alone. After thinking hard and getting no results, he started to mobilize his surrounding men to think of something.
A mission issued to the Son of God.
"You can ask the Son of God to go to the mines in the east to mine, or to the farms in the west. Well, now we can only go to the mines."
Mo Yu: "Master, what do you want to do? Just let us do it for you."
"Reform through labor!" Lin Yutian was filled with emotion, and the deputy city lord on the side suddenly slapped his forehead:
"How could I forget this? The Son of God can donate to the city's treasury, and then offset his sin points with the city tribute he receives."
"Donate?" Lin Yutian stood up suddenly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier how much to donate?"
The deputy city lord's eyes flashed with wisdom: "One hundred gold coins and one contribution can offset a little of the sin value."
Lin Yutian frowned, he still felt like he had been tricked, "I took these three thousand kills and three hundred thousand gold coins!"
The deputy city lord suddenly beamed, and Lin Yutian silently ran to the teleportation array and began to rush to the simple bank near the tavern in the city. Here, players can still be provided with the most basic game services, but the development functions of these services are all in
A slightly higher tax rate.
"There is a 10% tax rate for withdrawing money. This Sin City is definitely designed by the system to defraud players of their money!" Lin Yutian gritted his teeth and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars, and then silently walked to the city lord's mansion. Sin City, he
Biggest, do you have to hand over the money to him? I will ask the deputy city lord later how to deal with these donations.
"Oh, these gold coins have been the only income of the City Lord's Mansion for thousands of years. You must know that the current tax is not easy to collect. We will use these for the repair of the City Lord's Mansion..."
"Here you go, stop nagging!" Lin Yutian silently threw the money bag out. The latter counted it without looking at the words and smiled, and then heard the system prompt that he had received 300,000 contribution points.
Damn it, the real city lord is his deputy, right? The system prompts can only be sent after getting his approval! "Cooperate well with Rakshasa's work here. If I get the treasure in the future, you will be indispensable!"
"Yes, Lord City Lord, of course I understand."
Lin Yutian shook his head and reached out to beckon. Mo Yu stood beside Lin Yutian generously and reached out to hold Lin Yutian's arm. Only by maintaining a relatively close state, the system can teleport them away at the same time.
"Master..." Rakshasa was hesitant to speak, but when Lin Yutian disappeared in a burst of red light, she was unable to say the second half of the sentence.
"Acting City Lord," the Deputy City Lord greeted with a smile, as if this one was much easier to talk to than that scary angel, "Next, you should familiarize yourself with the work around you."
"Hmph!" Rakshasa snorted softly, but there was a soft leather whip in his hand, and fierce magic elements quickly gathered around him. "Anyone in the city lord's mansion who dares to pass on the news that the master is absent will be killed without mercy! "
A group of maids and guards around them who were about to escape through the teleportation array shrank their necks at the same time...
The screen flashed, and Lin Yutian and Mo Yu appeared on a hillside on the north side of Kadic. The chaotic corpses on the ground had been refreshed by the system, and no traces of the aftermath of the war could be found.
Just now, he led Rakshasa to fight one against a hundred, against a thousand, etc. He completely used Rakshasa's 'magic machine gun' to kill players, but the killing value was calculated on Lin Yutian. It is impossible for the system to add killing value to NPCs. It doesn't make any sense to them.
"Let's rush to Gu Langfa, don't make any trouble," Lin Yutian sighed. Things have happened one after another recently, and there is no condition for a good upgrade.
However, it seems that the expansion pack of the Undead Catastrophe has rewarded nearly one level of experience, and he does not lack these now. "After I finish dealing with the Saint of Light, I will have a good sleep, and no one will disturb me!"
"Master, Holy Lady of Light?" Mo Yu whispered a name, "Siwei?"
"You know him?"
"Well, I have an impression of her in my memory."
Memory? Lin Yutian frowned slightly, looking at the undead angel beside him, with a little doubt in his heart. "How much memory do you retain?" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
