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Chapter 100 Grandfather's love for his grandson is profound.

The lame Gandalf carried a bag of wheat flour in one hand, had soybean oil in his mouth, and was covered with various vegetables and seasonings.

He limped back like that.

The villagers in line looked at the old man covered in food and all showed envious expressions.

My anticipation for the distribution of supplies grew stronger.

As registration proceeds.

The second-in-command distributed varying amounts of survival supplies to each household based on the number of people in the family.

It was used to support them during their first month of life.

As for the years to come, whether they can obtain more benefits and subsidies depends on their own efforts.

The harder you work, the greater the benefits you will receive.

On the contrary, there will be fewer and fewer lazy people.

Under such a system, people will become more proactive.

The registration event lasted until noon.

Everyone who received the supplies had a big smile on their face.

Now everyone is completely convinced that following Dorothy, this adorable creature, is definitely better than hanging out with those vampire nobles.

There are no taxes or mandatory conscription here.

As long as you can complete the territory construction, you can get generous rewards.

It's just like the legendary divine kingdom.

A sense of happiness filled the hearts of every villager, continuously providing Lu Chen with creative power.

After finishing all the work, the second-in-command tapped his back.

He took the thick stack of documents and threw it directly at someone.

"Old village chief, please keep this notebook safe."

"From now on, the villagers' daily work will be recorded on it, so that they can be paid according to their work at the end of the month."

"Don't do anything unfair or corrupt, or the Father God will punish you."

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The second-in-command used both kindness and severity to put this old and decrepit fellow in a tough spot.

Let them give full play to their remaining energy in life.

Otherwise, as a combat and intelligence officer, how would I have time to deal with these trivial matters in the territory?

They have even greater goals.

The old village chief was deeply moved as he received the document. He had originally thought that after the village submitted to the Queen, useless old codgers like himself would only be able to loaf around and wait to die.

I never expected to be reused.

Thinking of this, he bowed solemnly, "Please rest assured, sir, although my eyesight is failing, my mind is not confused."

"If we allow our territory to become a chaotic mess for the sake of some petty gains..."

"Then they deserve to die a thousand deaths and be punished by the Father God."

Seeing the sincerity in his words, Wu Di reluctantly accepted the old village chief.

Although it is unknown how the other party will ultimately behave.

But now that the territory is newly established, we urgently need management talent.

Otherwise, how will we handle the ever-growing population? Relying on just one old village chief won't be enough.

Shaking his head, he dismissed these thoughts and thought of Gandalf, the talent he had mentioned earlier. Although Gandalf wasn't a managerial talent, he might be a combat talent.

So, in order to quickly gain contribution points and exchange them for the Slippery Fruit to change his ugly appearance, he decided to take a risk.

Let's see if the Father God will approve of this talent.

With a heavy heart, he found Gandalf, who had a bad leg, talking to his grandson.

"Old Gan, have you finished lunch?"

The second-in-command, with his bald head, glanced into the room.

"Oh, it's you, sir. We've already finished lunch. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Once inside, Wu Di got straight to the point and explained his purpose.

"What else could it be? Didn't I tell you before?"

"Let's go and see if you can receive the blessing of the Father God."

"If you are successfully selected, you and your grandchildren will be set for life."

Upon hearing this, Gandalf's aged face suddenly hardened.

He first glanced at his grandson, then the second-in-command nodded.

"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking too."

"I never thought my childhood dream could come true."

"Let me see if I can fight for a bright future for my grandson."

He stood up, reached out and touched his grandson's head. "Child, remember, even if Grandpa is no longer by your side, you must grow as tenaciously as the wild grass on the cliff."

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Before Gandalf could finish speaking, his snotty grandson suddenly remembered Nana's warning.

Anyone who speaks words of tenderness is setting a death flag; their soul will be taken by the Grim Reaper!

The word "no longer" is especially taboo.

So, for his grandfather's safety, he directly followed Nana's example.

He sprang into the air and slammed headfirst into Gandalf's stomach.

The powerful force caused Gandalf's back to arch, he coughed up some bitter saliva, and his eyes rolled upwards.

He collapsed to the ground and started convulsing.

"Grandpa, you can't set a death flag, that's wrong."

The grandson, sobbing, sat on his grandfather's lap and slapped him repeatedly.

This made the second-in-command's eyes twitch wildly, and he became even more confused about these villagers.

What strange knowledge has the Queen instilled in these guys?

Even children have become so violent.

In order to ensure his contribution wouldn't be wasted, he had no choice but to grab the child by the collar and lift him up.

"Hey kid, if you keep hitting him, your grandpa's going to ascend to heaven."

"In the end, he won't be taken away by Death, but you'll be the one who sends him away."

The innocent child tilted his head, unaware of the seriousness of his mistake.

He instinctively replied, "Huh? Is Grandpa going to ascend to heaven?"

"Where do I go? Is it heaven where Mom and Dad are? I miss them a little."

His naive question didn't elicit an answer from the second-in-command; instead, it earned him a furious roar: "You little brat, who said your grandpa was setting up a death flag?"

"That's not giving your last words, it's telling you life lessons."

"Since you say you want to see your mom and dad, then Grandpa will have no choice but to reluctantly let you peek at them."

With his face red and swollen, Gandalf rolled up his arms and apologized to the second-in-command: "Well, sir, I have some family matters to attend to. You see..."

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The second-in-command, who was watching the show, understood immediately and gave the little grandson a pitying look: "I understand. You deal with it first, I'll wait outside."

Without saying a word, he closed the door behind him.

Only a few seconds later, various loud noises rang out inside the house, accompanied by the cries of children.

That was truly heartbreaking to hear and brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it.

As the noise subsided, Gandalf, having straightened his clothes, felt refreshed.

He coughed slightly awkwardly, "Sir, let's go. We don't need to worry about that brat anymore. Let's focus on the important matter."

The second-in-command glanced sideways and saw his grandson lying on the ground, twitching.

It was clear that he had undergone a loving reprimand.

This made him reveal a gloating expression.

Naughty kids deserve a good beating.

Wu Di, having withdrawn his gaze, led Gandalf straight towards the mine.

Upon seeing the unique, bewildered-faced statue, he gestured to the old man beside him, saying, "Old Gan, this is the statue of Father God."

"Now pray and see if the Father will respond."

Gandalf, his heart heavy with sorrow, glanced at the statue and knelt down with a thud.

Following the instructions of the second-in-command, we began to pray.

[Ding! Gandalf the Legs is praying, expressing his intention to submit to the fertile nest. Do you agree to accept him?]

Lu Chen, who was tidying up the house, stopped what he was doing.

He looked at the projection screen that popped up in front of him, his expression thoughtful.

He had secretly observed Gandalf before, and indeed, his appearance, name, and clothing were similar to those of the Lord of the Rings.

It wouldn't be a bad idea to load him with a Gandalf module.

Anyway, the saintess is currently suffering from side effects and won't be able to wake up anytime soon.

Dorothy, on the other hand, lacked specific methods to deal with the undead.

Why not create a Gandalf and see what kind of sparks fly between us?