get-shopping Chapter 51: Friendly Taranthan Undead
Chapter 51: Friendly Taranthan Undead
Chapter 51: Friendly Taranthan Undead
Inside Lord Yang and the zombie general's tent.
When Lowell entered, his face stiffened even more as he saw the two seated side by side, with Yang Qiu on the left and the zombie general on the right.
"Please have a seat." Yang Qiu politely beckoned. "The undead are currently busy constructing the summoning array that they require. I apologize for the lack of proper hospitality."
"By tomorrow morning, we can set off again and send some of the civilians to the already habitable Exile Town we have built," Yang Qiu continued.
"...Yang," Lowell struggled to maintain his nonchalance. "I acknowledge the fact that these 'Taranthan undead' are friendly toward the living. However, I still believe that having civilians coexist with these undead isn't a good idea."
"I understand. While the undead are very friendly, their appearance may indeed be too unsettling for ordinary civilians," Yang Qiu replied with a smile. "However, please trust me when I say that it is not a major issue. For the sake of better living conditions, I believe the civilians can adapt to and accept these friendly undead."
Lowell: "..."
Having lived for nearly three hundred years, Lowell, despite being high above and separated from the common folk, couldn't be completely ignorant of the hardships faced by commoners.
He had heard countless stories of civilians committing crimes just for food throughout his life.
While there wasn't a saying like "people do not fear death but fear what kills them" in this world, the underlying principle of such a saying was universal, and wise individuals of this world weren't lacking such a similar understanding.
Therefore, Lowell completely understood the implied meaning in Yang Qiu's words—when people are struggling to survive, is it really such a big issue to coexist with the undead?
Lowell couldn't help but sigh softly.
Camore was a well-known and prosperous town in the Duchy of Shiga's east. Yet even in this town, there were commoners who would willingly devote themselves to the undead for a bellyful of food. With his extensive life experience, Lowell couldn't blame these commoners for lacking dignity or betraying their compatriots. It wasn't their fault.
Yang Qiu could empathize with the Black-robed Inspector's frustration. After all, with his age and experience, lacking a broad perspective would mean his several hundred years of living would have been in vain.
Of course, empathizing didn't mean Yang Qiu was willing to yield.
Taranthan needed to first develop in order for the Fourth Crisis to have things to do. And for it to develop, friction and conflict with its neighbors were inevitable.
Head-on confrontation right from the start wasn't impossible since the number of players still wasn't enough to crush paper tigers. So, before gaining sufficient strength, it was important to take advantage of whatever possible first and secure as much time for sneaky growth as possible while avoiding confrontation.
"I have to be honest with you, Inspector Lowell," Yang Qiu said sincerely. "In truth, Taranthan's undead accepting these Camore commoners isn't due to their own desire but simply because of my personal selfishness.
"As you know, I once stayed briefly in Camore, and I vividly remember the plight of the displaced farmers there. I know there were many unfortunate souls among them, and I just want to provide what little help I can, even if it means allowing these unfortunate people to have a few decent meals in their final years. At least, it allows me to have a clear conscience."
Lowell was taken aback. As an inspector of the Goddess of Prosperity's faith, Lowell's powerful perception allowed him to sense that Yang Qiu was speaking the truth.
It was indeed the truth. In this conversation, Yang Qiu had spoken from the heart, though he did omit some crucial details.
This made Lowell feel slightly abashed. He realized that he had interpreted and assumed Yang's intentions solely based on his own cognition and sentiment—because he found the "Taranthan undead" somewhat peculiar and was startled by the grotesque zombie general.
"You truly are a seeker worthy of respect, spellcaster." Lowell's face flushed slightly. This was him expressing his highest praise for Black Mage Yang from the standpoint of a high-ranking faithful—spellcasters called themselves seekers, which many faiths refused to acknowledge.
Toward this praise, Yang Qiu modestly replied, "I am just trying to do what I ought to."
Just as he was acting all pretentious, several players boldly entered the tent.
Lowell assumed these undead had something to discuss with Yang, so he prepared to find an excuse to leave. However, to his surprise, these skeletons didn't even pay attention to Yang and directly went toward the zombie general.
Two of the skeletons even seemed curiously fixated on him as they chattered away in some demonic tongue that Lowell couldn't understand.
"Oh, Old Yang's buddy is here too?"
"Let me take a screenshot first. I'll log out and save it once we finish building the respawn point."
Seven hours after dinner.
Andres got up silently, lifted his blanket aside, and crawled out of his small tent. With a stiff expression, he gazed at the undead base.
Even in the darkness, faint noises occasionally came from the base.
This was still acceptable—there was still some distance between their camp and the undead base after all, so they could tolerate it.
But the problem was that the activities of these undead were not limited to their shabby base!
Andres didn't stand there for very long before he saw a large group of undead running out from their base under the dim moonlight, creating a rattling as they ran.
While running, these undead were also chattering loudly.
This noisy bunch passed by less than 50 meters from the southeastern side of the Holy Legion soldiers’ camp and headed deep into the wilderness.
Andres's head throbbed with annoyance at the disturbance caused by this group. He took a deep breath, then exhaled, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart. Silently turning around, he bent over and entered his tent.
This was already... the fifth batch of noisy undead that had passed by their camp! There probably wouldn't be any more activity and noise already! Andres thought to himself as he lay back down in his blanket and shut his eyes.
Before long, this weary veteran fell into a deep sleep...
Cha Cha!
"WAKAKAAAA!"
"KUGULULU!"
"KEKUEKEKUE!"
Andres was awakened by noise once more. His bloodshot eyes shot open and he covered his head with both hands.
Andres understood that the undead didn't need rest, and he had no right to get mad. However, this was already the sixth batch coming out from there—wouldn't the base be empty by now?!
Veins bulged on his forehead as the disturbance passed, and the physically and mentally exhausted Andres shut his eyes once more.
Roughly around an hour later, the rattling of bones sounded again...
This time, the undead, still full of energy and jumping around in the middle of the night, seemed to be deliberately making an even louder din than previously.
Andres's face twisted with rage as he crawled out of his tent, and somehow a sword had found its way to his hand.
Several others lost their patience as well and emerged from their tents with weapons drawn too.
These soldiers, with killing intent surging, stared at the undead that couldn't empathize with them.
Then, these soldiers, who had decent night vision, were stunned to discover that these undead were actually arguing.
Not only were they arguing, but they had also started fighting.
Roughly 30 to 40 meters away from their camp, hundreds of skeletons were engaged in a chaotic brawl, with many skeletons glowing red from using battle roar...
Holy Legion soldiers: "??"
"If we didn't set up the teleportation point, you guys would still be crying in Exile Town! Stealing our monsters the moment you teleport here, have you no shame?!"
"Ask yourself that question! We've already given up half of the monster spawn points we discovered while exploring. What makes you think you have the right to take them from us? Such audacity!"
"Focus fire! Don't let him escape!"
"F*cking die!"
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