Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Everyone, get ready - aim your guns! Shoot!"

Vaughn gritted his teeth and lifted the heavy wooden stick in his hand. According to the training requirements, he put one end of it against his shoulder and kept it parallel to his eyes.

This stick made of ironwood, a specialty of the forest, is only more than one meter long, but it is very heavy, weighing nearly ten kilograms.

If it were a normal day, it would be easy for him to lift more than a dozen ironwood sticks at the same time.

But this is the 300th time he has lifted this rough stick today.

Vaughn felt a wave of soreness, numbness and swelling in his arms, and he felt that he could not hold on any longer. Dave and Tommy beside him had heard the painful sound of gritting their teeth as early as the 200th time.

But the conditioned reflex brought by nearly two months of harsh training still made him subconsciously obey the instructions. This strange perseverance even surprised himself.

"Everyone, get ready - put on the bayonet! Stab!"

The next command came out quickly from Pierce's mouth, and everyone immediately pulled out a spike with a ring buckle from their waist, skillfully inserted the ring into the front end of the wooden stick, and held it with both hands in unison.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" With the low and hoarse slogan, everyone used the same force and angle to send the wooden stick with the spike in their hands forward, and quickly completed three stabs.

"Everyone - rest in place!"

Vaughn heard a breath of relief from the surroundings, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, clamped the wooden stick under his armpit, sat on the ground and began to rub his swollen and painful arms.

On the rough and calloused palms, several new blisters had been worn out. Vaughn squeezed it without care and rubbed it hard in the sand on the ground.

"Brother Vaughn, why are you doing this again?" Tommy moved his butt and rubbed closer, "The commander said that if your hands and feet are blistered, you must go to Uncle Rooney who is in charge of logistics to get ointment to apply."

Duff also followed up and said, "Yes! Commander Pierce said that if the wound is not treated, it will rot. This seems to be called... infection..."

Vaughn curled his lips and didn't say anything. He secretly thought that he was not so weak.

Until now, he still didn't understand the purpose of Commander Pierce's strange method and strict training.

But it must be admitted that after nearly two months of tossing, the entire militia team has become more decent, whether it is daily life, formation training, painful long-distance cross-country, or even today's weird gun training.

All show the distinctive characteristics of this team to everyone-discipline and uniformity.

Their role is definitely not a simple daily patrol, and fighting against those sporadic evil orcs who roamed around the territory.

Vaughn couldn't help but recall the large-scale wars between the evil orc tribes that he had experienced in the past, where drums were beaten and horns were blown, and then a large number of warriors rushed forward, killing each other in a chaotic manner.

He now felt that the level of chaos, compared with the neatness of his current team, had an ugly feeling of a scoundrel fighting at the entrance of the village.

...

"Vaughn, today is the day to pay salaries!"

After the training, Pierce walked to the front of the team with a briefcase and announced that the salary promised by the lord, that is, the salary of the militia, would be paid today, and the end of each month in the future would also be set as a payday.

Ignoring their fatigue after the training, everyone raised their arms and cheered.

Then Pierce took out a list booklet, read out each person's name in order from the captain to the ordinary team member, and asked him to come forward to receive the salary.

"Ah? This...isn't this a coin? This...isn't this just a piece of paper?"

Wayne, who was selected as the team leader like Vaughn, couldn't help but ask when he and Vaughn received a stack of colorful small pieces of paper handed over by Pierce at the same time.

Vaughn also subconsciously took the stack of paper, rubbed it gently in his hand, and found that it didn't have a single wrinkle.

"This piece of paper is so beautiful!" Vaughn couldn't help but mutter.

The front of the paper was painted with complex patterns and designs, and a large number symbol was printed in the middle. The back depicted the line pattern of the lord's castle, which looked lifelike.

"Fifty? This symbol means fifty." After one or two months of literacy education, Vaughn had already been able to skillfully remember the meaning of each number symbol. After all, these symbols are the easiest to remember.

Pierce's cold voice also sounded at this time, and the discussion of everyone was extinguished immediately.

"In Lord Harvey's territory, only this kind of paper money called gold yuan can be used for consumption."

"You can feel dissatisfied and go to the special currency exchange office in the market to exchange these paper money for metal coins, but I can guarantee that you can't even buy a pig hair in the territory with those metal coins."

The implicit meaning in the words is very obvious. Those who think that the coins called "gold yuan" in their hands are waste paper can now exchange them for silver coins or gold pounds, and then get out of the territory to make a living.

...

Pierce briefly explained a few sentences, then announced the end of today's training and disbanded the militia.

"Brother Vaughn, can this thing really buy things?" Tommy held the folded paper in his hand, still a little skeptical. "Let's go and exchange it for coins. Anyway, the militia provides food and accommodation, so we can save money."

Daff grinned and said disdainfully: "The sir said it can be used, that is, it can be used. I don't care about anything else. I want to buy a pair of new boots!"

The leather boots distributed by the logistics department have been worn out by Duff for a long time under daily high-intensity exercise. He has to wait for the uniform suit that will be distributed for free next time, and he has to wait for the second half of the year. He has long been used to it now. I wore light and soft leather boots and was no longer willing to walk barefoot.

Vaughan nodded, he wanted a pair of leather gloves to protect his palms, and it always made him feel a little uncomfortable when he was always frayed.

The small group chatted and walked, and soon arrived at the convenience market located in the residential area on the riverside.

This was just opened a week ago, but there was no goods placed on the neat row of stalls. At that time, the territory was still in the stage of distributing supplies. Everyone had no money in their pockets, and no one paid attention to an empty market. .

Today is different. It was almost evening when everyone arrived. There were crowds in the market, and most of them were crowding in front of a wooden shed stall, arguing about something noisy.

"I... can I exchange them for coins?"

"Sir, can this piece of paper be really used for food?"

"Where is the meat? Can you change it too?"

Reiner, wearing a standard mage robe, sat upright in the wooden shed, standing next to him, two tall alchemy beasts standing next to him, full of intimidation.

"People who want to exchange it for coins come up and line up to exchange it in turn. They will never regret what the Lord promised."

He turned the metal skull head, and the dark blue soul fire in his eyes slowly flashed, looking around at the crowd surrounding the wooden shed, scaring everyone to take a few steps back.

In the end, a small group of people came forward with a tough bullet, exchanged the banknotes in their hands into coins, and then left the market in shame.

After all, these metal coins are not circulated in the territory. If you want to buy goods, you have to exchange them from others.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Vaughn stopped and watched for a while, then pushed Tommy and asked in a slight tone, "Do you still want to exchange?"

Tommy shook his head in a hurry. He was most afraid of those metal monsters, and he didn't want to offend the old metal wizard named Reiner.

"Then let's go, let's buy good things and reward ourselves for the hard work this month!"

Several people walked to a spacious wooden shed stall and found that the stalls were made of rattan baskets of different shapes, piled with various exquisite foods.

"Wow! Smoked venison! It smells so good..." Duff swallowed his saliva with a cunt, staring at the basket full of bacon in front of him, his eyes straightened.

"This is fresh tender lamb! Oh my god! It looks so fat and tender!" Tommy also stared at another food basket and began to drool.

Vaughn looked down along a row of food baskets and found a basket of meat with golden color on the surface, which looked extremely attractive.

"This is……"

"Ha! Brother Vaughan! Why are you here?" Sam poked his head out of the wooden shed and asked in surprise.

Vaughan was also surprised, "Why is Little Sam here?"

Sam replied with a smile, "I'm working! The convenience market is specialized by Lord Lords. We are all salesmen, and we can get a salary, and sales...well, if you have good performance, there will be bonuses."

Vaughan frowned and asked in confusion: "Didn't you let you go to school? Why don't you go there well? Not reading is a waste."

He also kept in mind the classic quotes of Mr. Asdaren who taught them to read and know.

Sam was not afraid of his cold face, but still explained with a smile: "I only come to work at night, and I have to go to school during the day."

He turned and brought out a huge flat wooden tray with various cut pieces of meat.

"Come on, Brother Vaughan, try these good things!"

Vaughn was shocked and reached out to cover Sam's mouth. "What are you yelling about? These are all the goods of Lord Lord. How dare you give them to others for food!"

"Wuwu...Wuwu...This is...uh...just free...tasting!" Sam struggled hard to escape.

"The Lord said that customers who consume can taste some food for free and buy it if they think it is delicious!"

Vaughn was still hesitating, and Duff had already inserted it horizontally, twisting a small piece of golden flesh and quickly putting it into his mouth.

"Um... delicious! So delicious! So... crispy!" Duff's eyes lit up, and he wanted to reach out to look towards the tray again.

Sam immediately took the tray alertly and said with a smile: "This is fried pork chop. If you taste delicious, buy some. Please take care of my performance!"

Vaughan also tasted a piece, and the crispy and greasy taste made him unable to help but squint his eyes.

Too...so delicious! I have never eaten such delicious meat in my life!

"Look at my salary, how much is enough to buy?" He took out all the banknotes issued today from his arms.

Sam skillfully took the points, "Fifty, ten, ten...wow! Brother Vaughan, your salary is so high, you have a full hundred dollars!"

He pointed to the digital wooden sign inserted in the basket of fried pork chops, "You can buy a pound of pork chops with five yuan. Do you really want to buy it all your salary? It will be broken if you can't finish it."

Vaughan has never seen any coins in his life, so he naturally has no idea of ​​money. He waved his hand and said decisively: "Ten pounds of pork chop! I have been left with smoked venison for a long time, and I have bought it all the remaining money."

Tommy came over and whispered, "Leather gloves..."

"I will buy it after paying my salary next month!"