I have a shelter

Only some copper coins were taken out of the pockets of the corpses, and there was nothing valuable.

The two did not sort out the corpses too much, just to prevent wolves and wild dogs from coming in, and re-seal the broken door.

When George walked out of the mill, he looked at the building in front of him and found strangely that no matter what he did, the name of the mill could not be lit up. Then he searched in the notes and found a hint:

[Need to consume God's grace: 50]

'Consume God's grace? It seems that this is the only way to recover it. But the mill is not far from the castle. Why can those farmhouses be recovered directly, but the mill needs to consume God's grace? '

George scratched his head and felt a little uncomfortable about having to spend extra money. But in terms of name and distance, it is indeed not within the scope of the shelter.

'It can only be blamed on the original design of the territory. My ancestors were very ambitious and hoped to build a city with the castle as the center in the future, and then this would be the future big winery. I even thought about building a manor house here specifically for enjoyment (that is, a super villa that looks a bit like a castle, not a fortress like a castle). So although the mill is not too far away, it actually belongs to the outer suburbs. ’

Thinking of this, George shook his head, looked at the farmland not far away and said, "Let's go, Alexander."

Next to the mill is the field. They began to clean up several wandering zombies according to the display on the map. And wherever they passed, they saw only a wasteland.

Those "good fields" have been completely abandoned, and the wheat is sparse, and there are not as many weeds.

In addition to some pollution, it may also be because these fields have not been taken care of.

Because of the fear of the outside world, the people of the territory rarely go out after sowing. And at this time, the insect pests are more serious than before. If you kick the grass with your legs, a group of locusts will fly into the sky.

Johannesburg is a small territory with not many guards. The only few knights are so poor that they can only wear mail armor-or the kind without rivets. The combat effectiveness is not much different from George, a three-legged cat. So the old baron has no way to deal with it.

"The good news is that the disasters have been serious in recent years, so most of the vineyards are planted with food. The bad news is that they have all been ruined, so there are no birds to feed them. Woohoo~"

"Oh, my shelter, woohoo~"

"Cleaning up the territory is not a problem now, but food has become the most headache. Do we have to eat grasshoppers? But how can we survive the winter? There is not enough salt in the territory, and meat cannot be preserved for too long." George's brows were getting deeper and deeper, like a village official inspecting the situation in the fields: "We must harvest the food as soon as possible! Even if it is not ripe, we must harvest it! Otherwise, it will all be ruined by locusts!"

He looked at the woods in the distance again: "We also need wood, heating, baking bread, and repairs, all of which require wood and stone! These things must be done as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to work in winter!"

But with just the two of them, these tasks are simply not in time. It is good enough to be able to regularly clear the monsters around and keep the shelter safe.

"People! I need people!"

He remembered that there were some small villages near the territory, and he had to go to those places as soon as possible if he had time. If there were people, he would tie them all up!

"And women!" Alexander added, and this guy was obviously full today: "Women with big butts!"

George rolled his eyes, walked to a slightly drier pile of earth, shook off the mud on his boots, and opened the scroll.

"Boss, there seem to be wolves nearby." Alexander said.

George hummed, and he noticed that when he was flipping through the scrolls on the road before, those cunning things had been hanging behind them.

They hid their figures in the mist, but they could smell the smell of people.

"Move the two bodies here." George said, and he looked at the scroll again.

Alexander didn't quite understand what the lord wanted to do, but he still happily moved the two bodies over and flipped through their pockets.

"Stop turning it over." George's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Quick, cut open their stomachs and pick out the internal organs."

"It stinks!" Alexander said while turning over his pockets, and he refused to pick open the corpse.

"Do you still want to eat meat? Whether you can eat meat tonight depends on these "bait"!"

"Bait? Is there a lake nearby?"

"... Hey~" George sighed, nodded deeply to the big fool in front of him, and said, "Yes, there is, do it."

The loyal and brave guard immediately came to his spirits, took out the dagger, and started working.

A fishy smell.

But George couldn't smell it very much, because he was not much stronger than that smell.

He took his eyes back from Alexander and looked at the fog in the distance, and suddenly felt a little anxious.

In fact, he was not worried about the wolves. But another place on the map-the monastery.

The abandoned monastery.

When he was looking at the map before, he noticed the 7 red dots. At one point, a few red dots moved outside for a while. Then they went back inside.

This behavior is not like that of a zombie or a wolf.

He couldn't help but think of a word that made people feel a little panic: 'demon'.

I don't know when they appeared in the world - it is possible that they have always been walking in the world, but they were just wearing human skin before.

Some people think that they are related to the fog and are the minions of the ancient gods who have not yet fully awakened. But some people think that demons have nothing to do with the ancient gods, but just happened to appear at the same time as the fog.

But in any case, their appearance has made this unprecedented disaster worse and made the whole world more chaotic.

'I remember seeing a demon's body in the church. The size was about the same as Alexander. Of course, this is a big demon, but even small demons are difficult to deal with - it is said that they can even take out flames from the magma and throw them at the enemy. Although there will be no magma in the monastery, it is not easy for the two of us to deal with such terrible things as demons'

The paper has always shown that the shelter is [in danger], and there is no change even after killing those zombies.

George doesn't know whether this is related to the wolves or the things in the monastery. But I hope the threat comes from those wolves, not the monastery.

Although wolves are difficult to deal with, because there are indeed a lot of them

But the tails that have been hanging behind them should be manageable

I think

After dealing with the corpse, the two men crouched and flowed to the field not far away, lying in the stinking muddy water.

George thought about it and suddenly poked Alexander.

"How many wolves can you deal with?"

"I can beat ten!" The loyal and brave guard gave the lord the answer he wanted.

"Very good, you go and lie down over the corpse."

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