I have a shelter

--bump! A zombie was slammed to the ground, knocking over several farm tools, twitching twice and making no sound. Its spine had been shattered, and it couldn't move even if it wasn't completely dead.

"Be gentle, Alexander, I'm looking for something." George said as he rummaged through the debris: "There should be some good things in the blacksmith shop."

Generally speaking, it is a capital crime to make weapons privately, so most of the things in the blacksmith shop are farm tools, horseshoes and the like. Weapons and equipment can only be crafted at the request of the lord. But now is not the peaceful period like before, so the old baron will naturally not have such strict requirements in his own territory.

So the blacksmith shop still has some interesting things.

"But there is no armor." The bald man curled his lips, feeling a little sad and disappointed. He was so big that most people would look like a dwarf standing next to him. So even if George's father's armor remained, the big man wouldn't be able to put it on at all.

George ignored him. He didn't even have to wear armor now. After wandering around the ruins of the castle just now, he only pulled off a piece of mail from a knight. Moreover, the mail armor was torn to pieces by zombies before, and it was already a little rusty because it was always stained with blood.

Although it was a bit worn, George thought it was pretty good. After all, for a rag picker, this is a good thing - iron!

At least it's no problem to resist the wolf fangs.

While at the castle, George rinsed it off and put it on. Although this mail armor weighs more than ten kilograms, he has enough physical strength now, so there will be no problem after putting it on. After that, he observed his basic combat power, but it increased by 1 point, reaching [Comprehensive combat power: 3, combat power against evil creatures +1]

A heavy oak shield was also found in the castle. George was not used to using this thing, and he couldn't grasp the center of gravity after picking it up. And the display on the scroll shows that after he takes it, his combat power will not increase. However, Alexander used it very smoothly, and he was more powerful than George's hammer when he slapped people.

Obviously, this big guy brings more than just one or two points to increase his combat effectiveness. The scroll's evaluation of the increase in combat power seems to be closely related to the basic strength of the person in addition to the quality of the weapons and equipment themselves.

Thinking of the chain mail and oak shields, George couldn't help but rummage more actively.

While he was picking through the rags, he was thinking about the detailed data he had seen on Alexander before.

It seems that the overall combat rating of a hero is summarized in letters. The explanation on the scroll says that because heroes are often able to perform exceptionally well and defeat enemies that are otherwise unmatched, it can only be roughly measured. It is impossible to express their combat effectiveness in precise numbers. Therefore, they are represented by D, C, B, A, S, and SS.

Individual heroes will also be described by an R (rare) rating. It represents rarity and has great growth potential.

C-level combat effectiveness is almost equivalent to the level 3 unit in the school - the elite ranger knight. George didn't know how the shelter was divided into military units based on strength, but the previous guards in his father's territory were probably only level 1 soldiers at the highest level, or even militiamen with combat effectiveness of level 1 or 2.

‘But why is my combat power a pitiful 3 points? Am I too weak, not even a D-class hero? ’ Thinking of this, George couldn’t help but feel a little depressed. He felt that he was trained as a knight after all, but it looked as if any scumbag could beat him up.

Suddenly, George found an oil refill bag. He opened it excitedly and found that it turned out to be a good dagger.

【Sharp long dagger】

"Not bad, indeed very sharp." He nodded, lifted up his cloak and hung it around his waist.

After hanging it up, he took a special look at the scroll and found that his combat power had not changed - it was still 3 points.

'It seems that the reaction is completely based on the actual situation. ’ He nodded and stood up. He started looking around the blacksmith shop again.

Not long after, George discovered two longbows, but the bowstrings were no longer usable and could not be repaired with his own abilities. But Alexander could use the bows and arrows he found near them.

"It's still good." Although there were only these things, George felt satisfied. He threw the bundle of arrows to Alexander and said, "Save it. If the arrows are damaged, neither of us know how to strike."

The iron used in this arrow is not very good, so it will basically break after one or two uses.

However, although Alexander's archery skills are average, his strength is very great. His bow was a bit out of standard for a heavy bow, but when he pulled it, it was like playing. Zombies within fifty or sixty steps can be directly pinned to the ground after being shot! Therefore, although the iron of the arrowhead is not very good, it does not affect the power of the arrow feathers.

The only regret is that the accuracy of this big guy seems to be a bit poor, and it is difficult to shoot the zombie's head. It can only be said that he is better than George who only knows how to hunt.

"Oh, it's a pity that there is no armor or anything like that. But the tools are quite complete." George clapped his hands and looked outside the door and found that the rain had almost stopped.

He looked at several houses in the distance. Those houses had just been cleaned up. After lighting up the names of those houses, the fog dissipated.

George thought for a while, then looked at the names of those houses, thinking about making those words dim. Then, the shelter seemed to hear the call in his heart, and the names of those houses immediately dimmed again. And the fog slowly swept back.

It's really interesting to go back and forth. As if she were an evil witch.

‘I can control it without a scroll. It seems that the shelter can hear the call in my heart. ’

After two attempts, George lost interest. He stood at the door of the blacksmith shop, looking at the wet ground outside. He couldn't help but think of the food, and couldn't help but secretly sigh again.

When he left the tavern, he went to the cellar to look. It was full of wine sealed in large oak barrels—and some cabbage that was completely rotten.

Now the farmhouse has basically been searched, and there is no edible food at all. And just now, Alexander almost finished all their food in one meal. Except for the few pieces of black bread that George hurriedly hid for self-defense, there was only the last half of a black sausage left - which had been found by the fool and was secretly hidden in his pants.

If there is no more food to be found before dark. Not to mention the 67 monsters outside, even the little brother in front of me who thought he could be crushed to death with one hand could be pushed into the pot and stewed.

'We have been searching for more than an hour, and the town has been basically visited. It can be said that nothing was found except a few rags. ’ George shook his head, but without any expression on his face, he said, “The warm-up is over, let’s go outside. When we pass by the mill, remind me to take a look.”

The barn in the castle was in ruins, and he could only place his hope on the large mill in the south of the territory.

It's called a big mill, but it's actually a big brewery. But the big warehouse inside the mill should have a lot of things.

When he walked outside the blacksmith shop, George took a look at the furnace in the shed next to him. Although I couldn't quite understand it after lifting the oilcloth, the note indicated that it could be used. It's just that the ores piled next to it have changed color a little, and I don't know how much iron can be refined.

‘There’s still a pile of coal, but it’s a pity that neither of us know how to turn on the stove. Even if you can learn how to forge, you can't make iron.' He shook his head, took a look at the metal on the scroll that had been added after the blacksmith shop was recovered, and stopped caring about it.

After bypassing several small puddles, the large mill in the distance was vaguely visible. The road was very muddy after the rain, and George's new boots and cloak were covered with mud and water.

The mill is the outermost building of the shelter. It is located between the fields and is far away from the castle. When we got closer, we could vaguely see some figures wandering in the mist.