Post-Apocalyptic Survival Modpack

Chapter 48: The Dyeing Game

In Wang Ji's view, talented individuals like Mo Lin, who come from unconventional backgrounds, are more suited to conducting innovative research.

If it were researchers who had already received systematic education, they would probably just subconsciously feel that it was very difficult when they heard Wang Ji put forward those wild ideas.

This 'subconscious' stems from their past experiences.

But Morin doesn't have this problem.

He had no experience, but he was capable and incredibly reckless.

After discussing with Mo Lin for a while, Wang Ji began to study other things.

For example, Wang Ji himself lacked a theoretical foundation in alchemy; he only knew how to use all the equipment.

Another example is the many things that were left undone during the Mysterious Age.

Like some kind of jewelry.

Wang Ji activated the altar and created a 'protective amulet', the effect of which can be said to be quite powerful.

Simply put, it can remove all debuffs from the wearer.

In the future, when encountering high-level sorcerers, their weakening spells can be declared ineffective.

Aside from amulets, there are nothing more than rune shield rings, belts, and the like. However, these things are only slightly better than nothing, as they don't add much shield value. Their only advantage is that they can be reused.

Looking at these ornaments, Wang Ji shook his head, feeling that they were not very useful and that it would be better to ask Mo Lin to make a few more rings.

After examining the ornaments for a while, Wang Ji looked at something else.

Puppetry

Magical puppets are very useful. They possess simple intelligence, can understand certain commands, and are absolutely loyal; they will not fight back even if their master kills them.

The production cost is not high. In addition to metal, stone, wood and even straw can be used as raw materials for making puppets, but the performance will be worse.

Puppets are not only inexpensive, but also multifunctional.

It can perform tasks including, but not limited to, farming, fishing, animal husbandry, slaughtering, organizing boxes, transporting solids and liquids, using tools, alchemy, and combat.

Yes, that includes alchemy.

The puppets were made through alchemy, and the puppets themselves possessed the function of alchemy.

Given enough materials and certain production conditions, they could potentially self-reproduce.

Production capacity is at its maximum.

In terms of combat, overall it's not bad.

The best material for making golems is Mystic Ingot, a material similar to Felsteel with excellent properties and low cost.

The 'mysterious puppet' made from it can be described as a solid block of magical metal. It is hard, fast, and has high attack power. Although it is a bit rigid, it can still be said to be stronger than most residents.

After all, this thing has a whopping 200 health points.

As Wang Ji flipped through the records about puppets, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

In fact, all affairs within the territory—except for management—can be completely handled by puppets. Moreover, since puppets do not need rest and can repair themselves when worn out, they are much more efficient than humans.

In addition, they can automatically multiply themselves.

In conclusion, it can be said that Wang Ji is now fully capable of establishing a highly efficient puppet kingdom, acting as a hands-off puppet king, quietly waiting for the resources in his warehouse to continue to increase.

But doing so would be tantamount to giving up the potential for further development of the territory.

Wang Ji shook his head and turned the page of his notes.

He did not intend to use puppets on a large scale unless under certain extremely circumstances.

That's true, but having puppets fight is not a bad idea.

A solid iron lump that is one meter tall, agile, and capable of killing half a person with a single punch is still quite useful. It can replace you in performing many dangerous tasks, or at the very least, it can serve as a moving and flexible shield.

With a large enough number, they can transform into a terrifying army of iron lumps.

With that in mind, Wang Ji began to gather his tools and begin alchemy.

Regardless, let's just get it done first.

As the alchemical crucible was activated, a solid puppet, one meter tall and made of purple metal, was soon created. It stood on the ground, head bowed, motionless.

After Wang Ji installed a core on it, the puppet slowly raised its head, looked at Wang Ji, and emitted a deep, metallic sound:
"My lord, what are your commands?"

It's alive.

...

While Wang Ji was conducting his research, other matters were also progressing steadily and systematically.

In the wilderness, amidst the cold wind, a caravan was moving forward at a leisurely pace.

The horses pulling the carriage seemed to never tire, only moving forward, while the guards inside, wrapped in wide robes that covered their bodies, warmed themselves by the campfire.

"finally reached."

Ryder looked up at the cluster of buildings not far away.

It was a very standard town, and also the closest town to Riften.

The caravan had traveled for more than ten days to reach this place.

That's incredibly far.

"An unfamiliar caravan?"

When the convoy reached the town gate, the guards stopped them.

"It's not a small-scale operation."

He sized up the group, intending to swindle them the usual toll, when he suddenly caught sight of a man's armor made of magic steel beneath his wide robe. A chill ran down his spine, and the words he was about to say stuck in his throat, he swallowed them back down.

Swallowing hard, the guard asked, "Where are you from?"

"You're not qualified to ask."

"you…"

Wow.

A few coins were tossed into the guard's hand.

"You're right, I'm not worthy."

crunch.

The door opens.

The guard silently stepped aside, lowered his head, and said nothing more, nor did he look around.

At this moment, he had already determined that this team was definitely not simple, and might even be related to a big shot in the capital.

Whether the door opens or not is not up to him. At this point, taking the money and keeping quiet is the best option.

The caravan entered the town smoothly. Hearing the commotion, the residents peeked out, surprised that a caravan of this size would come to the town at this time of year.

The town suddenly became lively.

Just as the guard breathed a sigh of relief and was about to return to his post, suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.

"I'm new here, why don't you guards chat with me?"

Ryder came looking for him.

A moment later, he met the captain of the guard, and the two went inside to talk.

At first, the captain of the guard only intended to give it a perfunctory answer and didn't want to get involved in these troublesome matters.

However, when he saw the enchanted magic steel sword that Ryder inadvertently revealed, the protective gear of the same material under his robe, and the money pouch at his waist that he could vaguely see glowing, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

Soon, Ryder became one of the guards.

The captain of the guard had a cold expression when he entered. When he came out, he was all smiles and even led his guards to see the guest off.

The sale of the goods went very smoothly.

Many people didn't expect that they could still buy fresh meat and vegetables in this cold season, and at very reasonable prices. Those with some spare money at home basically came and bought some things.

Those who are slightly wealthier begin to purchase items such as leather clothing and carpets.

While the trade was underway, the situation in the town was basically ascertained.

It's a very ordinary town with a population of about four thousand, which is considered quite large.

Perhaps because the area is relatively prosperous, instead of just sending someone from the capital to manage it, a lord was stationed there.

The commotion of the caravan quickly alerted the lord.

As the leader of the caravan, Ryder was invited to the castle hall to meet the master there.

"We come from the remote north."

"Oh?"

On the main seat in the hall, the lord, who appeared rather broad and clearly hadn't exercised in a long time, looked down at Ryder, who neither bowed nor knelt and was not very talkative, and frowned.

Tsk.

These rural folks from remote mountain areas are uncultured and impolite.

The goods are good, though.

The lord suppressed his displeasure and continued talking to Ryder.

During the conversation, he gradually learned about the origins of the caravan in front of him.

"A remote mountainous area where there has been no news for many years."

The lord stared at Ryder, deep in thought.

According to the guards at the gate, this unfamiliar caravan from a remote area was not small, with about thirty or forty members, most of whom were cart pullers and horse drivers. Few of them carried weapons, maybe a dozen or so, less than half of the total number.

But there was plenty of stock, and it was all hard currency that was valuable in this season.

After a brief silence, the lord said, "Your goods are good. Keep them all; I'll buy them all."

"of course can."

Ryder readily agreed and then asked, "So how much are you willing to pay?"

The lord smiled and waved his hand.

Footsteps sounded outside the castle, and soon a group of armored guards surrounded the hall.

"How about one silver coin?"

Ryder looked troubled and said, "I'm afraid that won't work."

"That's not up to you."

"Let me teach you a lesson, you outsider who has barged into our territory."

"In this world, weakness is the original sin."

"Blame yourself—ultimately, there's no clean place in the empire."

The lord smiled confidently.

What a pleasant surprise!

The lord thought to himself.

If it were an ordinary caravan, he wouldn't be tempted at all; at most, he would try to negotiate the price.

After all, caravans are usually sent by families, guilds, or nearby territories that have a certain size and reputation.

The people in front are not to be trifled with, but those behind are people we see every day, and since we're all in the same area, there's no need for anyone to mess with anyone else.

But for outsiders in remote areas, it's a different story.

If it were a particularly powerful place or one with a strong background, it might be worth considering, but a caravan that has lost contact with people from a mountainous area... Judging from this, it's probably not just a newly developed settlement; it might have been in turmoil recently.

Then, after recovering a little, they couldn't wait to start doing business and developing the economy.

If you don't eat it on the spot, you'll regret it so much you won't be able to sleep later.

"Your companions are still outside, right? Don't worry, they'll be here to see you soon."

The lord waved his hand, and the castle guards gradually approached Ryder, blocking all his escape routes.

Ryder stood upright, motionless and expressionless.

The lord continued, “In a little while I think you will be willing to bend your noble knees to kiss the surface of my shoes.”

The atmosphere inside the castle was tense.

There were also some unusual noises in the town.

Several squads of soldiers headed toward the caravan, estimated to number over a hundred.

They roughly kicked aside the civilians in front of them, shoved aside those blocking their way, and surged into the market.

However, what awaited them was a caravan so hard that even Wang Ji found it a bit uncomfortable to hold, and each member of the caravan wore a magic ring.

The market became noisy.

At the town gate, the captain of the guard ignored everything, focusing solely on his post, his eyes fixed on the vast expanse of white outside, appearing extremely conscientious.

The latest news kept coming back from the hall.

But this news is getting increasingly strange.

"We have found that caravan."

“Those people are putting up a stubborn resistance in the market.”

“The despicable outsider has reached the outskirts of the castle.”

"The caravan has occupied the high wall."

"They're about to break in!"

thump!
The doors to the hall were broken open.

A cold wind, carrying with it a lot of noise, rushed in, along with a group of caravan guards wearing enchanted magic steel armor. They swarmed in and quickly dealt with the soldiers surrounding Ryder.

The leader opened his mouth wide, his eyes filled with disbelief.

As a lord, he knew his stuff; the armor and weapons on each of them were more valuable than the goods they were transporting.

Only then did the lord realize what had happened.

been played!

He wanted to fight back, but because he hadn't trained for so long, he couldn't even wield his sword properly. He tried to raise his hand to use his trump card, but found that the person opposite him was one step ahead of him.

When the lord saw that every intruder was wearing a spell ring, he was filled with despair.

"Wait, no, you can't do this! You're rebelling!!"

Ryder waved his hand, removing the shouting lord from his seat and locking him in a cell to await interrogation.

Then, a Celestial Realm Teleportation Gate was placed in the hall, and a Celestial Realm Pearl that recorded the current location was embedded in it, thus activating the teleportation gate.

In Rift Valley City, Wang Ji, as usual, opened the Gate of the Immortal Realm to take a look, and suddenly discovered that there was a new teleportation coordinate on it.

On this day, Wang Ji arrived at his new territory.

On the world map, there is an extra area of ​​color belonging to the King's Territory.

The coloring game begins now.

(End of this chapter)