After dinner, Zhou Qingfeng called the logistics staff in his team to come and collectively learn how to cook from Xili. Anyone who didn't learn seriously would be whipped. Idiots who couldn't learn would probably have no other use and be driven away.
Uncle Zhou even thought wildly about whether he should give Hilly a black and white lace maid outfit, wearing stockings and a flower on her hair. Among the recyclable garbage he got from the e-commerce plane
There are indeed similar costumes.
"Is this also a punishment for me?" Hilly lowered her head, "Let a noble elf do a despicable job with an extremely shameful appearance. Vicious and cruel master, I know you will not have any mercy on me.
.But I won’t resist.”
The elf maid felt pitiful when she heard that she was going to teach people how to cook. She cried even more when she heard that she was going to wear a maid outfit. But Uncle Zhou was going crazy.
"There is no distinction between high and low in revolutionary work, okay? Cooking food is a very serious job, why is it so despicable? In my eyes, even picking up excrement is very honorable." Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was also
Very sincere.
"Carrying shit?" Xili screamed, even more humiliated and miserable.
"Terrible and vicious master, how black-hearted is your heart? How embarrassing is it that you actually ask me to pick up dung? It's more terrifying than death. Well, this is my punishment, and I won't resist. After all,
I'm just a humble elf."
If Xili could shed tears, she would probably have burst into tears.
‘Quick Shadow’ happened to come back from the forging ground, and he happily poked his huge head out of the house. The skeleton war horse was quite happy at first, but when he heard these words, he was horrified and thought to himself...
"The master is simply more evil than the demon lord of the abyss. He actually came up with the method of 'picking big dung' to torture people. Fortunately, I am just a horse, otherwise... wait, what if he lets me do it that day?"
Pulling a load of stinking human waste.”
Thinking of the misery of "pooping", even if it is ferocious, terrifying, and as violent as an abyss demon horse, its hooves can't help but weaken. "Shiying" has become an undead, and it is said that it should not have such a mentality of fear, but it still feels it in its imagination.
It's like the end is coming.
Hilly cried and turned around to leave.
Zhou Qingfeng could only quickly step forward and grab his maid, and said with an unlucky look: "I was wrong, I was wrong. Xili, I said the wrong thing. But please don't be so coquettish, okay? I'm just
It’s a metaphor, but it’s not meant to make you really pick shit.”
Hilly's face was still full of sadness, "Hypocritical and cunning master, are you deliberately lying to deceive me into working harder for you? Okay, I accept your apology, after all, I am just a..."
Shut up!
Zhou Qingfeng finally got angry and pointed at the door with a stern face, "Stop playing the crying trick. Enough is enough. Go and teach the selected villagers how to cook food. You are a golem who doesn't need to rest now. Make use of your time.
Work more.”
Oh..., Hilly was frightened by the stern order. She froze for a few seconds, stopped talking nonsense, and turned around to start a cooking night class - which was actually to teach the logistics chefs how to cook a big pot of rice.
After dealing with Xili, Zhou Qingfeng nodded and finally went to rest. Before going to sleep, he ordered 'Shiying' to walk around the village at night, "Anyway, you are an undead who doesn't need to rest. Act as a patrol sentry and
Just work as a security guard."
"Master, you are indeed evil enough. You let your horse go on patrol while you sleep." "Shiying" chattered like a chatterbox, "Don't you feel uneasy inside?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will shut you up forever." Zhou Qingfeng closed the bedroom door with a bang and moved his tired body to the bed - leading the team to capture the jackal's den. He didn't have a good rest on the way. Finally tonight
You can have a peaceful sleep now.
In the past, without reliable subordinates, Zhou Qingfeng would sleep in fear, fearing that someone would come in and kill him in the middle of the night. Even if no one came to assassinate him, he would still be worried that the makeshift 'coalition force' would cause trouble in the middle of the night.
Based on the nature of those adventurers in the Black Forest, it would be normal if something happened, and it would be a miracle if nothing happened.
But now, there is finally a group of allies to share the work and responsibilities. There are even two more reliable 'servants' around who can be driven.
The best thing is that neither a golem nor an undead horse needs to sleep or pay wages. This is a great worry for Mr. Zhou who is short of money!
Although one is complaining and crying, and the other is talking nonsense and nagging, they are still obedient, obedient, and capable!
With these two advantages, Zhou Qingfeng would like to call "Amitabha" and thank God.
Oops, I can finally have a good rest. Have a good sleep, I will have to figure out how to deal with the monster wave tomorrow.
When Zhou Qingfeng was lying on the bed, in the dormitory of the forge, Martin, a disciple of the 'King of Blacksmiths', was sitting in front of the oil lamp in a daze.
Powell looked at each other and asked with a heavy heart: "Martin, do you think the price offered for the undead horse today is reasonable?"
Martin fell on the wooden bed, his hands and feet weak, and he shook his head tiredly, "I don't know, and I can't understand. Why would a horse come out to sell the design drawings of the wind forging machine."
"Could this be a scam?"
"Have you ever seen a horse out to deceive people?"
"Never seen it."
"Are we going to buy it?"
"Five hundred gold coins, can you afford it?"
"Maybe we can chip in."
The two discussed it for a while but neither dared to make a decision. However, in the middle of the night, the "Swift Shadow" who was wandering around on patrol ran into the forging dormitory and hit the door with his horse's hooves.
Powell and Martin were thoughtful and were immediately awakened. In the dark night, they heard a deliberately lowered voice outside the door asking: "Hey, you guys came to steal the secrets of the forging machine, what are you thinking? Five hundred gold coins."
, a complete set of drawings, not expensive at all.”
Being drunk for this purpose in the middle of the night, the two people in the house were so shocked that they broke into cold sweats. They opened the door carefully, and saw an undead with burning eyes staring outside.
According to the way adventure novels are written, righteous humans will have to fight against evil undead. But Powell is weak and looks around to see what's going on outside the door.
'Jiying' said impatiently: "Don't look at it, it's just me. We are not good people, so stop pretending. If you want to learn the top secrets of Harmony Village, just pay for it immediately."
Having never seen such a straightforward undead, Powell and Martin didn't know what to say and were confused. They had been in contact with this horse during the day, so they knew that the horse would come again at night.
"Oh..., you don't need to worry too much. I often sell information in the village. You can ask someone. I am the most fair and impartial. I never lie to others, let alone report. As long as
If you give me money, everything will be easy to talk about."
'Jiying' took a cloth bag from his back and said, "The blueprint of the forging machine you want is here. I'll sell it for 500 gold coins. If you don't buy it now, the price will increase in the future."
Powell and Martin looked at each other again - everything in this village seemed strange.