My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

Her words deeply shocked everyone present.

This was especially true for the village couple who were hearing this explanation for the first time.

They had already considered 1 possibilities.

They either die a horrible death at the hands of these ferocious monsters, or their wives and daughters are violated.

The entire village was massacred.

But to my surprise, the final answer was that I was given relief.

Is this the true nature of the monsters?

Were they all deceived by that damned lord?

The villagers, who had never seen a monster before, quietly developed a seed of doubt in their hearts.

When the orcs brought over a box of jerky.

This suspicion became even more certain.

"Wow, is it dried meat? There's so much dried meat!"

"Nana hasn't eaten meat in a long time."

The little girl stared longingly at the dried meat, her mouth watering involuntarily.

After Dorothy witnessed this scene,

He decisively picked up a piece of dried meat and stuffed it directly into the little girl's mouth.

"Hmph, human cubs are such a nuisance!"

"You'd better eat your fill and get fatter, so you can serve me even more sweets in the future!"

The little girl smiled happily as she tasted the delicious flavor in her mouth.

She hugged Dorothy tightly and rubbed against her.

"Thank you, lovely lady~,"

The little girl's action startled her parents.

This also made Dorothy's cartoonish face turn red.

"Damn human brat, how dare you be so rude!"

"Release me right now, or I'll unleash my fury! Doro!"

Although Dorothy made threats, she showed no intention of struggling.

With the power of her Boss template.

With just a gentle touch, that human girl would be torn to pieces.

Therefore, in order not to hurt the other party, the only option is to threaten them with words.

Fortunately, the little girl's parents were very sensible.

They weren't as naive as their own children; faced with the threat of monsters...

He quickly picked up his daughter.

He pleaded earnestly:

"I'm so sorry! My apologies, my esteemed monsters."

"Please don't hold it against the child. She's still young and doesn't understand the dignity of Her Majesty the Queen."

Dorothy, having escaped the clutches of the demon, wiped her cheeks.

He waved his hand impatiently.

"Hmph! I'll spare you this time."

"But remember, there won't be a next time."

Upon hearing that they would not be held responsible, the couple breathed a sigh of relief.

They glared at the child in their arms with obvious resentment.

Only then did he cautiously reply:

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, please rest assured, there will be no next time."

Seeing that the house had been "robbed," Dorothy's eyes darted around.

"Hey you, you've been summoned by this queen."

"Responsible for acting as a door-knocker."

"Wh-what?" The farmer and his wife looked bewildered.

"Excuse me, sir, what does the 'knocking messenger' mean?"

Dorothy grinned mischievously and pointed to the other houses in the village.

"Of course, it's to help this queen knock on their doors and rob them house by house."

"Otherwise, are you going to offer help and warmth?"

The couple, having regained their senses, exchanged a glance.

Does the idea of ​​"sending warmth" seem to make sense?

After all, their own family received a whole box of dried meat, which was simply outrageous.

You should know that the recent grain harvest has been very poor, and taxes have been increased as well.

For some unknown reason, there were no wild animals left in the forest to serve as a source of food.

The entire village is currently struggling financially.

They're the kind of people who don't know where their next meal will come from.

If I suddenly received a box of dried meat, it would be a lifesaver.

The villager, who was the head of the family, pondered for a while.

Ultimately, they chose to step forward.

He felt that these monsters were ugly and ferocious in appearance, and their behavior was also strange and unusual.

But he is a rare good person.

They were much friendlier and more generous than the nobles' private armies, who wore fine armor and dressed like respectable men.

Therefore, he didn't feel much psychological pressure when he acted as a traitor.

In any case, if the orcs massacre the village, the entire village will be powerless to resist.

There's absolutely no need to go through all that trouble.

After figuring everything out, the man nodded.

"I understand, Your Majesty."

"I'll take on this job as a door-knocker."

He turned back to look at his wife and daughter, and gave them a reluctant hug.

And whispered in her daughter's ear:

"Don't worry, Nana, Daddy will be right back."

"You must protect Mom here."

"Yes, Nana will." The little girl nodded solemnly.

His gaze would occasionally drift to Dorothy and the orcs.

The curiosity in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Your Majesty, let's go."

The man turned around, his face devoid of any lingering affection.

He didn't even know if what he was doing was right.

But now that the die is cast, there's no turning back.

Even if it's not for yourself, you have to think about your family.

"My husband..." The village woman watched her departing husband, hesitant to speak.

She glanced at the child in her arms one last time before stopping herself from speaking.

Now is not the time for fussing over trivial matters.

She had to settle the child in quickly, lest the orcs change their minds.

In any case, nothing can happen to the child.

The anxious village woman quickly stuffed her daughter into the cellar.

And it was covered with a lot of clutter.

Only then did they hurriedly arrive at the door and begin searching for the advancing convoy.

Not far from the village entrance

To her surprise, her husband was bringing monsters to the second house.

"Who is it? It's so dark, why are you knocking on the door?"

An impatient voice came from the second house.

"It's me, your good neighbor."

The farmer glanced behind him, wanting to say that he was there to rob him.

But I was a little hesitant to say it.

So in the end, I could only add one sentence:

"Um, I'm here to bring warmth to your family..."

As soon as he said that, the house erupted in anger.

"What are you doing? Offering comfort in the middle of the night?"

"It's summer now, not winter, so what's with the cold?"

An angry voice opened the door, and then he couldn't help but swear.

"What the hell? What's going on?"

"Is this supposed to be a gesture of kindness? Or is it sending me to my death?"

A slightly overweight man stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Those large, green figures under the purple light

They are compared to various bodybuilding poses.

It was all an attitude of swaggering and showing off.

The sight made the slightly overweight man's eyes twitch wildly, and his legs tremble.

I almost wet my pants on the spot.

"Brother, let's go inside and talk things over."

The farmer's face showed pity and sympathy, just as it had been on his face moments before.

But I've gotten used to it now.

So he simply put his arm around his neighbor's shoulder and helped him inside.

As for Dorothy and the orc chieftain...

They followed closely behind.

After a period of "harmonious and friendly" conversation,

The slightly overweight man, who had thought he was going to die, reappeared with a beaming smile.

He watched as the orcs carried the dried meat into their homes.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Oh my, so this is how they bring warmth."

"Your Majesty, really, if you need a messenger to knock on the door, just call me. I'm the most professional, Fatty."

"Wait here, I'll get dressed right away, and we'll go knocking on doors one by one."

Although the fat man was terrified, he was quite sensible.

Knowing they were powerless to resist, they decided to go with the flow and fawn over the boss.

For insignificant people like them, simply surviving in the cracks is enough.

Other notions of dignity and bottom lines are utter nonsense.

A complex mix of high-quality emotions flowed slowly into the crack space.

This pleased Lu Chen, who was watching the show.

This kind of sustained emotional income is far more effective than a one-time bout of despair.

At the same time, it does not violate the bottom line of being a human being.

With the backing of high returns and ethical considerations.

He decided to grant Dorothy certain permissions for spore propagation, relieving her of logistical worries.

As long as contribution points are consumed, rapid generation can be achieved.

However, the current upper limit he has set is:

100贡献度=10个兽人/30个哥布林/50个屁精/100只史奎格。（等级01）

Regardless of the number of organisms spawned, the total number cannot exceed 500.

Otherwise, his consumption will increase in stages.