Chapter 165: The Fun of Life-Class Players

Deep in the Beifeng mine cave, mist was rising in the Demon King's magic workshop, and bubbles the size of grapes were bubbling in the crucible on the furnace.

As Luo Yan chanted spells, the knives engraved with Nether script flew up and down on the cutting board, skillfully decapitating the toad and removing the tail of the scorpion...

After the materials were dismembered into pieces the size of a thumb, a white-boned hand reached out from the shadows and swept all the materials on the cutting board into the mortar on the experimental table.

As the Nether script on the base flashed, the obsidian pestle floated into the air, as if held by an invisible hand, rhythmically grinding the materials in the mortar into powder.

The whole process was done in one go!

Looking at the automated medicine refining device in front of him, Luo Yan had an approving expression on his face and put away the magic wand in his hand.

This is one of Ouke's masterpieces.

With this set of automated equipment, his efficiency in configuring potions has increased by at least double, equivalent to bringing two apprentices with him!

And what is visible to the naked eye is that the whole set of equipment still has room to further improve efficiency.

Luo Yan, touching his chin, pondered for a long time, took paper and pen from the side, and wrote hurriedly.

"... Can consider integrating the mortar and crucible on the experimental table and installing a conveyor belt to increase material flow efficiency, as well as installing a six-degree-of-freedom skeleton hand or rock-earth hand at the corner of the table."

When writing to this point, the tip of the pen in Luo Yan's hand paused slightly, and then the pen tip turned and continued to write.

"... In addition, can add another set of fountain pens with automatic writing function to facilitate users to record experimental inspiration at any time."

Luo Yan threw the notebook aside after writing down all the needs he thought of, planning to order his subordinates to pass it on to Ouke later.

Whether it can be realized is for Ouke and his little players to consider.

He is only responsible for putting forward the needs.

Just when Luo Yan was pouring the brewed potion into the test tube for packaging, Hearing You You's slightly excited voice suddenly drifted into his ears from the side.

"Good news! Demon King, there are immigrants moving into your territory on the surface!"

During this period, Hearing You You had been secretly observing the life-class players active on the surface.

Remembering that the Demon King once said that people are like weeds, and they will grow out of the ground by themselves if you are not careful.

At first, Hearing You You still had a trace of doubt about the Demon King's prophecy; after all, how could people be like plants? But she didn't expect that in just over a week, the Demon King's prophecy had come true!

Simply amazing!

After listening to Hearing You You's report, Luo Yan was slightly stunned, and a clearly surprised expression appeared on his face.

Is it that fast?

Although he had expected that refugees who couldn't survive might choose to sell their souls to demons, he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

After all, according to his original plan, the next wave of immigration wouldn't appear until after spring came.

It seems the situation at Brass Pass is even worse than he imagined...

"How many people came this time?"

Hearing the Demon King's inquiry, Hearing You You said excitedly.

"Two! Children!"

Luo Yan frowned slightly.

"Could it be villagers from nearby?"

"No, no! I heard those players say that the two children are villagers from the east of the Twilight Province; they migrated with their parents and people in the village to Thunder Sound County in the Campbell Principality, and then unfortunately got separated near the Silver Pine Forest!"

Looking at the Demon King with a thoughtful expression, Hearing You You continued excitedly.

"Demon King! A large wave of immigrants is nearby; now is the time for us to show our skills! I suggest issuing quests to players, letting them take the initiative to attack and snatch people over!"

Every time it involved expanding faith, Hearing You You was extra enthusiastic, so much so that the bad ideas she came up with didn't seem to have gone through her brain at all.

Luo Yan didn't want to complain about this guy, just rejected her bad idea.

"Don't do extra things, just issue the previously agreed rewards to the players who 'take in new resident NPCs'."

"But but—"

Looking at Hearing You You spinning anxiously in the mirror, Luo Yan explained patiently.

"Calm down, what we need are people who join us from the bottom of their hearts, not hostages tied up; some things will be counterproductive if they are rushed. And it's not just those refugees who migrated to this area who need time to build trust with us; it's the same for our players... they also need time to prepare."

"Especially since they are doing quite well now and are gradually finding the fun of farming and harvesting, you issuing quests to urge them at this time will not only fail to produce a promotional effect, but will also affect their game experience and reduce their sense of substitution."

"On the contrary, if we can let them do some things spontaneously, it will not only better mobilize their enthusiasm but also save the quest rewards paid to them."

The significance of quests lies in guidance.

He prefers to hand over the opportunity to explore the fun of the game to the players themselves after appropriate guidance, letting them find the way of playing they enjoy.

Hearing You You looked at Luo Yan in surprise, and it took her a long time to understand the deep meaning in those words... although she didn't understand the point at all.

"As expected of the Demon King, he can make 'getting something for nothing' sound so fresh and refined."

Luo Yan rolled his eyes at this guy.

"What free-loading, this is called doing the right thing at the right time... In short, you just watch them from the side, no need to come forward to do anything."

He is the Demon King.

The Demon King must have the style of the Demon King.

"Obey!" Hearing You You replied excitedly, and just as she was about to cut the perspective back to the players, she was suddenly called out by Luo Yan again.

"Wait a minute."

Hearing You You, who spun a circle in the air, floated back and asked curiously.

"What's wrong, Demon King, are there any other orders?"

Luo Yan reached out and took a tube of dark green reagent from the test tube rack, tightened the cork, and placed it on a silver tray on the side.

"You arrange for a Guardian Palace acolyte to come over and let him take this potion down the mountain and send it to those two children."

Having stayed in the snow for so long, even adults would get frostbite, let alone two children.

Even without seeing it with his own eyes, he could guess the situation of the two just by thinking about it.

Hearing You You looked at Luo Yan in surprise and blurted out.

"Is there any problem with Hell's beast medicine?"

Luo Yan looked at Hearing You You in the mirror speechlessly, wanting to complain but feeling it was fine, and finally sighed and said.

"... This is a recovery potion I improved; although the efficacy is weakened a lot, ordinary humans can also use it, and there are no side effects."

This year's heavy snow exceeded everyone's expectations, and the church in Silver Pine Town had many adventurers with frostbite seeking help.

However, the awkward thing was that Father Ma Te didn't know Holy Light.

Even to put it more directly, the entire church didn't have a single human priest, and all five priests were corpses from the Grave.

Although it didn't matter to ignore the needs of those adventurers, it was not a way to go on like this in the long run. Coupled with Father Ma Te's consideration that this was an opportunity to spread the prestige of the Flame King, he put forward a suggestion to Luo Yan, seeing if there were other ways to help those adventurers besides Holy Light, and then count this favor on Luo Yan's vest.

Luo Yan felt his suggestion was quite good, so he made some improvements to the recovery potion of Hell based on his experience of configuring and taking potions all along, such as using neutral medicinal materials to replace the highly toxic components in the recovery potion, etc.

Although the recovery potion after improvement had its recovery speed significantly weakened, making it difficult to come in handy in battle, the healing effect in the "out-of-combat state" was still quite good.

Especially for treating frostbite.

And the most critical thing was that the medicinal materials required for the formula were some cheap materials, which could be easily found whether in the Silver Pine Forest or the Mist Forest, and were affordable for ordinary people.

Once Luo Yan improved the production process again and handed it over to the little moles in Iron Tooth City for mass production, the cost could be further reduced.

Because he did this not to make money, but purely to dig Saint Xisi's wall and abduct "lost lambs," these potions were basically sold at a price slightly higher than the cost price.

Just like the "Soul-Releasing Cross Amulet" produced in the Hometown of Nightmares.

Hearing You You looked at Luo Yan in surprise, as if she had seen the sun rise from the west.

"Incredible... Demon King, you, you would actually think for humans? ~"

Luo Yan was too lazy to explain what he had said before, and said impatiently.

"Your nonsense is really too much; just do what I tell you to do."

"Alright!" Misinterpreting Luo Yan's reaction as shyness, Hearing You You grinned, spun a circle in the air, and floated away like a gust of wind.

On the other side, at the foot of the Beifeng mine cave, in the human-shaped wooden house, bubbles were bubbling in the iron pot on the charcoal stove.

Old Old Ma Ji, who had fainted earlier, had woken up from her coma and was now sitting around the warm charcoal stove with her brother to keep warm.

The charcoal fire with jumping sparks illuminated her face red, just like two apples hanging on the treetops. She reached forward, touching the edge of light and heat, feeling the warmth in her palms, and a healing smile bloomed on her face.

Just over ten minutes ago, a Lizardman acolyte in a robe came here and brought them a potion to treat their pain.

That potion was said to be personally configured by the Demon King.

At first, Old Old Ma Ji was still very afraid, especially after hearing that it was a potion configured by the Demon King, she refused to drink it no matter what, until she saw her brother drink it bravely, and then she closed her eyes and took a gulp.

And just after that, as the strange taste spread along the taste buds, she soon felt a warm current flowing through her whole body, just like soaking in a hot spring.

Immediately after, not long after, the frostbite on her body was dispelled by that warm current, no longer painful, and recovered as before at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at those little hands that had regained sensation, Old Old Ma Ji felt indescribably grateful in her heart and felt deeply ashamed for the previous misunderstanding.

All along, in the stories she had heard, the Demon King and his minions were symbols of disaster and evil existences.

She had never imagined that she would be saved by the Demon King's minions.

Her brother Yang Yang Andi, who was sitting beside her, was the same, and his face, illuminated by the firelight, was full of the happiness of surviving a disaster.

Especially seeing his sister regain her vitality, the heart he had been hanging finally let go, and all his remaining attention was focused on the iron pot bubbling in front of him.

That iron pot was floating with spices and red oil, and I don't know what was being stewed.

A scent of mutton fat drifted out from the pot, making him, who was hungry, swallow saliva constantly, and a look of longing flashed in his eyes, almost unable to hold back the urge to pounce on it.

【Emotionally Stable】, who was in charge of the ladle, stood on the side, put his index finger into the pot to test the oil temperature, and then looked at the two children who were constantly swallowing saliva and said with a smile.

"You can eat."

Yang Yang Andi and Old Old Ma Ji showed awkward expressions, wanting to start but not knowing how to start, and even more not knowing how to use the stick-like tableware.

Seeing the embarrassment of the two children, Shark-Drop-Things immediately grabbed the chopsticks and demonstrated to them, skillfully picking up a piece of sliced beef and swishing it into the pot, then fished it out and placed it on the crystal-clear steamed rice, and took a big bite with an "Awoo."

"Just like this!" The food in her mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, and she said in a slurred voice.

Looking at the little devil's movements, Yang Yang Andi clumsily picked up a piece of meat with two chopsticks, but as soon as it reached into the pot, it was rolled away by the bubbling bubbles.

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"I'll help you!" Urban Slave, who was rubbing his hands, finally found a chance to help and reached his hand toward the bubbling hot pot.

Before his hand reached in, it was slapped away by 【Sooner or later the potato is in the office】 on the side.

"Don't use your hands, damn it, or it will be boiled into bone soup!"

"What does it matter? I washed my hands!"

"Is this a question of whether you washed your hands or not?!"

Just when the two were arguing, Whale-Fall-South-North smiled and fished out the piece of beef with chopsticks and placed it in the boy's bowl.

"Don't rush, take your time."

Yang Yang Andi nodded with a red face and lowered his head embarrassedly, almost burying his face in the bowl.

He pushed the rice and vegetables to his mouth with chopsticks, tasted a bite with curiosity, and then the next second he widened his eyes, almost biting his tongue.

So fragrant!

That was a delicacy he had never tasted before, so much so that he hadn't swallowed the bite yet, and he couldn't wait to stuff another bite into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Whale-Fall-South-North said with a smile, and fed a piece of freshly swished beef into Old Old Ma Ji's bowl.

Seeing that her brother was eating so deliciously, the little girl named Old Old Ma Ji couldn't hold back the glutton in her stomach and couldn't wait to taste a bite.

Then, without any accident, she also couldn't stop like her brother... even though she was sweating all over from the spiciness, her little mouth was as red as if she had applied lipstick.

Under the careful guidance of a group of players, the two children learned quickly, and after a flurry of hands and feet, they finally mastered the essentials of using chopsticks.

Looking at the two children wolfing down their food, the players crowded in the house only felt indescribably healed and satisfied!

Although their corpses were cold, their hearts were warm, and all of them had old-mother-like smiles on their faces.

That feeling of being needed is hard to describe in words.

It was as if what they saved was not two pieces of cold data, but two living lives. Because of their small effort, the precarious spark was able to glow again in the ice and snow, and gave the cold stones and wood a meaning they hadn't had before.

This kind of highest-level spiritual satisfaction is something that simple numerical values can never give, and it is something they have never experienced in other games.

Luo Luo Bote, floating on the side, kept smacking his lips, curious about what kind of delicacy that was, but couldn't taste a bite.

Yang Yang Andi, with his mouth full of food, raised his little head with excitement, holding back the urge to dance.

"What is this! It's so delicious!"

He really wanted his parents to taste this delicacy of the world!

They must be hungry too!

"This thing is called hot pot; it's considered a relatively popular food where we come from." Urban Slave grinned and couldn't wait to show off.

Delicious is definitely delicious.

This thing is stewed with spices; let alone swishing meat, even swishing a shoehorn is fragrant.

Not to mention that in the Oss Continent, spices are delicacies that only nobles and the rich in big cities have the conditions to enjoy. For Yang Yang Andi, who came from the inland area, the most delicious food he had tasted before was just roasted venison legs sprinkled with salt.

Looking at the two little guys wolfing down their food, the few skeleton soldiers around were all hungry. 【Want to be a corpse】 touched the ribs on his body and couldn't help but mutter.

"Damn... it makes me hungry just looking at it."

Emotionally Stable: "If you're hungry, order takeout!"

Want to be a corpse: "Can that be the same!"

Emotionally Stable: "What could be different about it..."

【Want to be a corpse】 sighed and said slowly.

"You don't understand, on a day with heavy snow, have a plate of swished mutton, and then have a can of beer; that is simply the ultimate enjoyment of life!"

【Sooner or later the potato is in the office】 scratched his smooth bald head.

"Can't you just find a street stall outside."

Want to be a corpse: "But the problem is it doesn't snow where we are!"

Emotionally Stable: "..."

【Sooner or later the potato is in the office】 couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You guy are really hard to serve."

Listening to the conversation of those skeleton brothers, Shark-Drop-Things couldn't help but be moved and cast a longing look at Little-Late.

"Little-Late! Whale-Brother and I will go find you to play!"

Little-Late tilted her head and said incomprehensibly.

"Find me to play? Aren't I right here?"

Shark-Drop-Things said excitedly: "Offline! I mean offline! I haven't ridden a sled pulled by a polar bear in my life!"

Hearing about meeting offline, Little-Late's shoulders tightened, and she showed a subtle expression, looking to the side, feeling uncomfortable all over, and even forgot to complain.

"That... offline is unnecessary, I, I have social phobia."

Whale-Fall-South-North also tapped Shark-Drop-Things' head lightly and scolded.

"How can you meet up just after knowing each other for a short time; you'll scare others if you do that."

"Woo..."

Shark-Drop-Things covered her head, her face, which was full of expectation a second ago, was now hit hard.

Little-Late softened a bit and whispered after hesitating for a while.

"Can it be after a period of time? It's not convenient this year, maybe next year."

"Really?!" Shark-Drop-Things instantly regained her vitality and grabbed her hand excitedly, "Can I see penguins next winter?!"

Being teased by that lack of boundary enthusiasm, Little-Late leaned back and hid a bit, blushing and saying.

"Just maybe... I didn't say for sure, ha."

Shark-Drop-Things nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, looking moved.

"It doesn't matter! As long as Little-Late is willing to see me, I'm willing to wait no matter how long!"

Whale-Fall-South-North slanted at this guy.

"You guy talk like a pervert."

Shark-Drop-Things grinned and made a clawing gesture.

"Jie-Jie-Jie... does that look more like it?"

The small wooden house was filled with a warm atmosphere, and Old Old Ma Ji blinked, looking at the laughing crowd, and although she didn't understand what they were talking about, she also let out a giggle.

The howling wind and snow seemed to freeze time, and everything in the world seemed to slow down.

【Want to be a corpse】 was still sadly muttering that if the undead could drink beer, this game was always realistically outrageous in redundant places.

Just when 【Emotionally Stable】 was quietly enjoying this tranquility in the noise, a bell sound suddenly came from the wind and snow outside the wooden house.

That was the bell of the alarm.

After hearing that sound, everyone restrained their smiling expressions and stood up from the burning charcoal fire like getting a signal.

Feeling the unusual atmosphere, Yang Yang Andi put down the bowl and chopsticks, held his sister's hand nervously, and protected her by his side.

Luo Luo Bote, floating on the side, seemed to have completely forgotten that he had died once, and was also afraid like a living person, looking around nervously.

"What sound? What happened?"

"I don't know, maybe a guest came, maybe a monster came."

Replying casually, the soul fire in 【Emotionally Stable】's skull burned fiercely, and his clenched fist bones crackled.

"Just go out and take a look!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 166 =====