The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 76 - 70 Blacksmith Shop Magic Potion Shop

76: Chapter 70 Blacksmith Shop, Magic Potion Shop

76 -70 Blacksmith Shop, Magic Potion Shop

Lian looked at the blacksmith shop in front of her, which belonged to her and was only a dozen steps away from “Miss Miko’s Magic Potion Shop,” a distance that she couldn’t quite feel happy about.

Although it was built according to the “planning” dictated by the administrative office, she would have preferred to be closer to the Lord.

The framework of the house was nearly built overnight and had been successfully constructed in just a few days.

She looked at the man in front of her introducing himself, his silver hair tied into a small ponytail, his pupils snake-like, with a hooked nose—his name was that of the strange Undead style, to the degree that it was unpronounceable.

More than his strange name, Lian cared about his appearance; she had already met several of his kin outside, almost identical in looks and particularly fond of running around with two swords on their backs.

Lian sized up her blacksmith shop’s environment.

It was better than Prey Town’s, larger in space, with more solid walls, and flames rolled and baked the newly built dwelling.

The burning sensation on the left side of her face intensified, subconsciously reminding her of her life in Prey Town.

Her gaze turned to the inner room, where a large door successfully insulated the heat from the furnace, leading her to believe that in summer the door would allow for better rest, undisturbed by the high temperatures outside.

Her palm gently pushed, and the wooden door opened slowly.

Well, there was a single bed in the room, and even a wardrobe.

Entering the room and closing the door behind her, she successfully shut out the outside temperature.

The cool air brought a momentary sense of trance to Lian.

The environment here was not much different from Prey Town.

The only difference perhaps was that she could no longer eat dry fruits every day, quietly waiting for her man to please her with various things, and being shown off as his accessory.

And it was precisely because of this showing off that many had their eyes on her.

Would she miss that kind of life?

Of course not!

Nobody wanted to be a vassal to others.

To fill her stomach, sacrifices were necessary.

Her body was Lian’s capital.

Before she became decrepit, she could keep living this way, but humans are never satisfied.

Now it was different.

She couldn’t say exactly how, but looking at her own room, it was as if she had her own world.

Choir hymns echoed in her ears, and she felt she might have truly undergone some sort of spiritual purification…

The feeling of freedom, perhaps.

Lian could see that the Lord truly valued the blacksmithing knowledge in her mind, even if it was only theoretical experience and skill.

Therefore, to grasp freedom, Lian needed to exert herself to show her value beyond her physical attributes.

“How come it’s a single bed…” she was a bit dissatisfied.

Her blacksmithing skills were already attractive enough to the Lord.

If she added her body to the mix, wouldn’t that guarantee her a win!

She already understood the logic of Star Dragon Ridge.

She earned Gold Coins through work and, of course, would be given quite a few coins to spend in the beginning.

When she needed something, such as iron ore or iron ingots, she could use her Gold Coins to issue tasks at the administrative office.

The Undead would then complete these tasks and she would pay them with Gold Coins.

Likewise, her way of earning Gold Coins was primarily through the Undead, by repairing weapons, selling, or recycling weapons and armor.

It seemed as though Gold Coins served the role of currency in this system, but there was a significant difference.

That’s because the Gold Coin rewards for issuing tasks were fixed.

For the same iron ore task, if the first task provided a reward of 5 Gold Coins, then all similar tasks must also offer 5 Gold Coins, directly balancing task prices with a strong hand.

As a blacksmith recycling iron ore, she could decide how much the Undead needed to pay based on her inventory, owning relative independence of rights.

Similarly, for people like Lian, Gold Coins were used to issue tasks.

The only guarantee of the value and circulation of Gold Coins within Star Dragon Ridge was Lind.

The unusual currency system which depended solely on him, would likely collapse along with the entire monetary structure if something untoward happened to him one day.

To Lian, this made no difference; she came for Lind and would leave after Lind’s failure.

Her main task now was still blacksmithing.

Could she smith with knowledge alone?

She needed to hire a few workers who could help her forge iron.

They would need to be very strong…

she seemed to catch a whiff of her dead man’s sweaty stench again, her brows involuntarily furrowing.

The Undead who had completed their work had already left.

Lian walked alone on the small paths within Star Dragon Ridge, sighing at the high work efficiency of the Undead whilst her eyes didn’t forget to observe around her.

The Bunny-toothed Witch’s Magic Potion Shop was already built, completely different in style from her own blacksmith shop, but still uninhabited at this time, making the potion shop appear rather deserted.

The Witch had been really busy lately, and the Lord often went looking for her.

Thud, a muffled sound came from the ground.

Lian noticed the expressions of the Undead on both sides.

It seemed they had seen something that excited them, turning their hushed whispers into a cacophony of curses.

Without the need to look up to find it, the tall figure that towered over those around him had already appeared in Lian’s line of sight.

The Wanderer’s tattered clothes were no different from armor, but his height far exceeded all the Undead, increasing the pressure on those who gazed upon him.

This was a burly two-headed giant.

One head sat atop the neck, while the second head hung on the left side of the neck like a boil, its eyes trembling slightly with each breath, always seeming on the verge of opening but never quite there.

“What’s going on with you?”

“I’ve succeeded!” the voice of the two-headed giant rang out in evident excitement, “I’ve temporarily broken through the level limit, now I’m level 11!”

Lian looked at the undead celebrating wildly, filled with confusion.

“Quick, tell your brother, how did you do it?”

“Go accept Miss Mico’s task, being her experimental subject gives you a certain chance of success!”

“Damn, it’s not a unique task, is it?”

“Seems like it has stopped; you can’t accept the task anymore.”

“The only level 11 in the entire server?

Are you kidding me?”

…

Research on the two-headed people’s potion could be temporarily concluded, not because Mico felt she had succeeded, but rather the application of the exhaustive method made her even more adept.

The copious use of potion materials, sequences that had only existed in speculation before, were now all employed by her.

Communication was even more important, as she could feed potions to the undead, watch their bodies twist and contort to death, and then ask about their experiences after they resurrected.

According to precise circumstances, she mixed potions, no longer blindly research.

Unfortunately, such interesting potion experimentation was soon put to a halt by Lind.

Continuous experimentation had already led to a critical shortage of potion materials, the waste far exceeding any expectations, and it seemed Lind was quite satisfied with her current stage of research.

“We haven’t yet researched the true formula of the two-headed giants,” Mico was reluctant to admit, of course, she wouldn’t confess that during this potion brewing process, she had made a fortune.

Even the basic materials needed for her attempts at upper-rank potions had been mostly acquired, allowing her plenty of opportunities to experiment and brew the perfect magic potion.

“The magic potion shop should open now,” Lind shook his head, knowing full well that Mico was lining her own pockets, but what of it.

Making one potion, you could earn the worth of one, even earning the worth of two didn’t matter, as long as you weren’t disgusted by the potion-making process, because I would sell them to the undead at an even higher price.

Instead, producing potions steadily like cattle was more important to Lind.

Miss Mico nodded obediently, and Lind’s next words made her beam with joy.

“Before opening, you must prepare an ample supply of potions, such as energy potions, healing potions, and the like.”

Supplying materials?

Miss Mico laughed so hard she forgot to hide her bunny teeth.

Another earning spree was coming.

Seeing the small mule imagining a future with an increasing abundance of potion ingredients, grinning from ear to ear, Lind felt very pleased.

Wanting to work and being proactive about it was always a good thing.

He decided to issue a task first.

[Preparation before the Opening of the Magic Potion Shop]

[Miss Mico’s magic potion shop is about to open, but a lack of sufficient storage has forced a delay in the opening time, certain magic potion materials are needed]

[Please collect the following magic potions and ingredients [Click to expand]]

[Reward: You may obtain Miss Mico’s exclusive potion [Two-headed Giant’s Potion]]

The Two-headed Giant’s Potion was not perfect, but it was enough to cause a qualitative change in the strength of the undead.

Offering this potion could definitely increase the cohesion of the Star Dragon Ridge outpost, and perhaps more undead would be willing to gather there.

Lind had no doubt about the undead’s work efficiency; even if the potions were insufficient, he believed they would find various methods to gather what was needed, although the “Heart of Calamity” required might be more difficult to obtain.

He turned to glance at Miss Mico, still reveling in the happiness of a lucrative opportunity.

He wondered if at least 180 potions would make her cry from exhaustion.

Even if she truly cried, they would probably be tears of joy.