The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 56 - The Safety Management of Blood Dairy Cows

56: Chapter 56: The Safety Management of Blood Dairy Cows

56 -56: The Safety Management of Blood Dairy Cows

Rand Kingdom Year 121/Magic Ring shattered, Year 2, December 10th.

It was also the 10th day since the Undead arrived.

Lind looked at the Blood Lambs in the pen, oh no, Blood Calves now, and suddenly felt that these irrational, mutated creatures were quite pitiable.

The frenzied feeding from the Undead had made this group of unfinicky little monsters grow rapidly.

Perhaps ‘Hyena’ old Mand and the others had never seen what fully grown Blood Lambs looked like.

Their size had grown to that of small calves, and their appearance bore certain resemblances to humans, making Lind suspect that they might well have human bloodlines.

However, neither Lind nor the Undead paid any mind to this.

Twisted bloodiness is now a common sight in this world.

Long before this, Lind had granted the Undead significant permissions to drink the Blood Lambs’ blood, not because he had grown a conscience and didn’t want to exploit them, but because he saw the benefits created by the Blood Lambs as not worth quibbling over with the Undead.

Food and weapons could also be used by the NPCs, such as the Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword, which would absolutely not be handed over to the Undead.

The Blood of Madness, which would make one insane and ultimately lead to death, was utterly a white elephant.

Sanity, after all, was the most precious thing in the apocalypse.

But the Undead were different; as long as it could enhance their strength, they would eat anything, and so the Blood of Madness became the only enhancing potion they could have access to.

Going mad and losing sanity was really nothing to them.

Being allowed to drink was one thing; getting it into their mouth required money.

And so a new problem arose: the Blood Lambs were too small and produced too little blood.

They could only accumulate a little bit every few days, and even with money, one couldn’t buy it.

At the time, the Undead nearly overfed the Blood Lambs to death in a misguided attempt to accelerate their growth.

It was only with Lind’s timely intervention that such a situation was avoided.

But what Lind didn’t anticipate was that the Undead quickly found a new solution: they took the “stones” obtained from defending the farms and fed them to the Blood Lambs.

“Isn’t this the Heart of Calamity?”

Lind took the stone, the size of a fingernail, from the Undead.

Although it was far from comparable to the one Miss Miko had used to make Magic Potions for him, in terms of gloss and brightness, the stone was definitely the Heart of Calamity.

No wonder the Blood Lambs turned into calves by being fed such valuable items.

“The Blood Lambs’ supply of blood still can’t keep up with our demand, ah.

For the past two days, due to farming, we’ve consumed a lot of the Blood of Madness,” Flawless Legs said from the side.

Flawless Legs watched the Blood Lambs’ increasingly long blood bars, her heart uneasy.

Does this count as directly raising three mini bosses within the Lord’s base?

Wouldn’t that mean in this world, anything could have the chance to become a boss?

If one day, the Lord also turned into a boss…

hey, not gonna lie, that would be quite exciting!

Lind, however, didn’t care.

The Blood Lambs were indeed getting stronger, but to him, they were just as they were.

He cared more about their utility, like dairy cows, and how much value they could provide for him.

Flawless Legs did raise a valid point though; the Blood Lambs had provided substantial help in farming.

Most of the Undead were at a disadvantage facing the Calamity Shadow, so they had no choice but to resort to drugs.

After ingesting the Blood of Madness, they could fight to their heart’s content.

It even led some skill-less Undead players to jokingly call the Blood of Madness “AFK Potion,” thinking, I can’t fight anyway, but after taking the potion, I’ll go mad and no longer hold back, thus increasing my strength!

Take the potion, blankly browse the official website for outfit ideas, and by the time you come back to your senses, the fight is over.

After enabling rapid planting in the farms, the Undead almost abandoned other activities, taking advantage of the loophole to ‘exploit the bug,’ with nearly all 60 of them reaching level 10 in just two or three days.

Suddenly gaining 60 formidable Undead Warriors, Lind’s military power had elevated to a whole new level, at least surpassing Prey Town.

The forums were envious; 10 days, after all.

Although most of the Undead were already dressed, the average level was still just level five.

“I’ll consider catching a few more in the future,” Lind said, then thought for a moment and added, “How’s the progress on the iron and steel smelting we talked about?”

“We haven’t started yet; it will take a few more days,” Flawless Legs replied.

The Undead previously needed to farm to level up, but now that they’ve “maxed out,” there’s no need to rush farming, and the pace can return to normal.

“Give them a set of restraining armor, iron chains, and shackles,” Lind said.

“Also, make an iron cage to keep them somewhat controlled.”

“My Lord!” Flawless Legs suddenly bowed and saluted, “Actually, our Undead craftsmen have also conducted research on the Blood Lambs.”

“Oh?” Lind looked toward Flawless Legs.

“This is how we see it,” Flawless Legs shuffled through a thick stack of documents from her bosom, searching for a bit before finding a piece of information and respectfully handing it over to Lind.

She continued, “We can perform a surgery, cutting off the limbs of the Blood Lambs and plucking out their teeth so that they can never go mad.

Even if they grow larger in the future, they pose no threat.”

“Then…” He pointed at the blueprint handed to Lind: “We plan to build several large tubes that will connect directly to the Blood Lambs’ mouths and stitch them together, taking complete control over the feeding rights.”

Lind’s fingers trembled slightly.

“Additionally, these parts here and here, will also be connected to tubes, extending out from this end.

When we want to draw blood, there’s no need to risk going inside, because the tubes connect to the arteries.

Just by turning a valve, the blood can flow out.”

Lind: “…”

Looking at the blueprint where the Blood Lambs had their limbs severed, bound to a base with feeding tubes connected to their mouths and bleeding devices attached to their backs and necks, Lind felt his scalp tingle.

You people sure are ruthless.

“Hmm,” Lind nodded slightly.

From the perspective of an Undead, this indeed ensured absolute safety and made drawing blood convenient.

The only discomfort would probably be for the Blood Lambs themselves.

Turned into human pigs, living only to serve as blood supply machines.

How could anyone withstand this?

“There’s no difficulty on the technical side,” seeing Lind’s nod, Flawless Legs was pleased.

He had already grasped the essence of this game.

Tasks were to be “requested”, and by approaching problems from the standpoint of Star Dragon Ridge, one could get many tasks with rich rewards.

Just like most Undead, waiting passively for tasks to come along usually meant menial labor tasks.

Just like the vast majority of the Undead wouldn’t understand that Flawless Legs, along with a few other Undead, their task was to have other Undead fulfill their tasks for them.

It’s like developing a downline – do nothing and still get better and better equipment.

If they wanted to level up, they could even take the soldiers from Star Dragon Ridge to assist with killing monsters.

“No rush on this,” Lind didn’t immediately agree, not because he was overflowing with mercy, but because if it was a living person standing right in front of him confirmed to be an enemy, he would also not hesitate to kill them.

“Besides, these little fellas aren’t too bad either,” Lind approached the three Blood Lambs.

Instinctively, the Blood Lambs opened their mouths to bite Lind, but he grabbed their lower jaws with one hand.

Their skinless muscles trembled nonstop under his strong grasp.

With a casual toss, the Blood Lambs landed on the ground.

Having eaten a lot, the Blood Lambs seemed to have become slightly smarter, promptly lying down on the ground to beg for mercy.

No, they were merely feigning surrender out of habit.

“Let’s wait until you’ve made progress on what you’re researching,” Lind said.

Day by day, things change.

Once the Undead succeed in steelmaking, the Blood Lambs become useless.

Lind was also intrigued by the Blood Lambs raised by the Heart of Calamity.

Was this like players personally breeding three Calamity Bosses?

Having consumed so many useless Calamity cores, if they were killed, would an intact Heart of Calamity burst forth?

In some ways, Lind shared the same mentality as the players.

The only difference was that he had a bit more information.

Meanwhile, in Mad Wise Ones’ village.

Sitting on the roof, Renzo suddenly opened his eyes, his flickering pupils showing a hint of resignation.

Here we go again!

Those Undead were truly mad, deliberately drinking the Blood of Madness that robbed them of their reason, all to gain a bit of strength.

Just as they look forward to the arrival of the Calamity Shadow, Renzo couldn’t understand it.

“Awoo—!”

An Undead Warrior, mad with frenzy after killing a Calamity Shadow, ran southward under the watch of other Undead.

Hm?

A complication arose?

Renzo was about to ask, after all, they were all under Lord Lind’s command, so they were somewhat colleagues.

But seeing those indifferent Undead, Renzo’s butt, just lifted, settled down again.

Never mind, it’s not my problem.