Chapter 365: Chapter 226: The Businessman’s Tricks_1


    Ange was ordinarily just a skeleton, if flung into the wilderness, he would presumably either squat somewhere or wander around, indistinguishable from themon skeletons. Without Negris pointing out anything to him, he wouldn’t probably bother to move.<div>


    However, as soon as ites to sowing, his initiative bes extraordinarily strong. The first thing he does is find the Big Bone to inquire about the ry station’s location, then he hurries off with his team, leaving behind a bunch of bewildered refugees and Serene, who is holding the big cat.


    The big cat jumps down from Serene’s embrace, turns its head and roars at her, then runs in the direction of Ange. Its slightly stumbling steps reveal its weakness.


    Big Bone looks back and roars, the big cat swiftly nods in response, jumps onto Big Bone’s palm, and scuttles up his arm. It quickly crawls to the top of Big Bone’s head, flops down, its flesh and fur hanging down, neatly covering its brain case.


    Big Bone says with concern, “Be careful, I am very strong, I might hurt you.”


    Negris, hearing this up ahead, smirks and whispers: “If you could hurt a Dimension Beast, you would certainly have to be stronger than a Purple Gold Skeleton.”


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    No. 3 Ry Tower is located 120 kilometers from Holy Wall City. Following the 40-kilometer coverage range, a ry tower is set up every 40 kilometers to transmit the signal of the Communication Domino. This is the third one, its master is named riant.


    After over six hundred years of operation, a small town has formed near No. 3 Ry Tower, housing more than a thousand people.


    riant had just fed the Ry Spirit and was leisurelying down. As he arrives at the base of the tower, the housekeeper meets him: “Sir, the old man from town came to visit you just now.”


    “Oh? Where is he now?”


    “He just left,” replied the housekeeper.


    “Did he say what it’s about?” riant asked.


    The housekeeper replied, “It’s about the salt again, all of it was finished a few days ago. Now, the townsfolk are increasingly feeling fatigued, they can’t work on some of the heavier tasks.”


    “Sigh, I’ve already sent out a purchase request, I don’t know when there will be a response. Let everyone hold on a little longer,” said riant in distress, but without harboring much hope.


    Because the primary source of salt came from humans, and now with humans being driven out, their source has been cut off.


    Although humans fleeing in panic left behind many supplies, including salt, but when it’s all consumed and without new supplies, the humans under his care will still die.


    Not only had riant to ponder about the salt shortages now, but also had to consider whether he could continue to foster these thousand plus townsfolk?


    If he can’t afford to keep them, does he kill them all? Or let them fend for themselves?<div>


    Since six hundred years ago when riant was dispatched here to manage No. 3 Ry Tower, these humans and their ancestors have been relying on him for survival.


    Guarding the ry station is a very tedious job. One always has to stay near the tower, cannot go too far, and one cannot fall into a deep slumber. Unlike other undeads who, when bored, can sleep off their time, sleep until everything is spinning, and then wake up feeling as though no time has passed at all.


    They can’t do this, they need to stay awake at all times, feeding the Ry Spirit every day, keeping the ry station working continuously. As long as one ry tower stops working,munication will fail.


    Staying awake for a year or two is fine, but when it goes on for too long, it bes so boring that you’d want to die, many people would begin to develop mental issues.


    So, the welfare at the ry tower is very good, as long as you feed the Ry Spirit well and don’t let it strike, even if you overturn everything near the ry tower, no one bothers. It is virtually your privatend.


    ording to a ry tower’s forty kilometers coverage range, everything within a diameter of forty kilometers bes your domain, which is such an expansive area.


    ording to riant’s self-consoling words, “The area I rule over, if ced in the Master ne, would at least be considered an earldom.”


    Of course, if it was possible, he would dly swap his vast territory for even just a manor in the Master ne, let alone for an Earldom.


    When he got too bored, riant initially was clueless about what to do, until one day, when a farmer came to visit him with his wife and children, they asked if they could settle in his territory.


    There was a river here, which would flood during eternal night, making it a suitable ce for farming and settling.


    riant, who had been bored for too long, was naturally very weing. He personally helped them dig a well, build a shack, and guided them to settle in.


    riant’s enthusiasm spread from one person to ten, and from ten to hundreds. As a result, more and more people came to settle here and slowly, this ce became a small town.<div>


    As the number of settlers increased, riant found himself no longer as bored as before. In his spare time, he could chat with the town elders, y with the children, help in repairing the houses and wells, help in harvesting crops, and even enjoy watching the light band together during the eternal night.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Moreover, humans have a strong ability to survive. Given a space, they would farm and produce their own food, procreate, and reproduce. riant actually didn’t provide much help, he had merely granted them a piece ofnd, and it slowly became a small town.