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Inside the tent were people.
Living, breathing people.
n and won, a total of seven or eight people, all had their hands and feet tied with hemp rope and their mouths gagged with rags.
Their eyes were not as numb as the roving bandits; their lively eyes showed their fear.
Zong Shen focused slightly.
The golden strategy hints arrived as expected.
(These poor indigenous people were plundered by the roving bandits; if you are willing to rescue them and provide food, they will be loyal to you, and your territory lacks manpower)
So, it was just ordinary indigenous people, with a background similar to the three foolish farrs.
Zong Shen sighed in relief, putting down the kite shield.
By this ti, Luna had already thrown the corpse into the bonfire.
Let it turn to ashes, no longer subjected to desecration and pain.
She also saw those poor creatures in the tent who had been plundered and spoke voluntarily.
"Lord, our territory needs population."
"Rescue them, let them submit to your rcy, and build your territory."
Zong Shen nodded in agreent.
He put away the kite shield and dismounted.
One by one, he cut the hemp ropes binding their hands and feet.
These indigenous people, once free, imdiately tore off the rags in their mouths.
"I am a lord around here, and this is my soldier."
"I have rescued you."
"Now, are you willing to serve , and together we can establish a great territory?"
Zong Shen spoke solemnly, holding the sword in one hand.
The indigenous people looked at each other, glancing around, uncertain of where they were.
However, the detestable and cruel roving bandits had indeed been eradicated.
After hesitating for a mont.
They bowed together, saluting Zong Shen.
"Great lord, it is our honor to serve you."
"Please also kindly treat us, providing us with shelter and food."
Zong Shen nodded in agreent.
"Very well, your decision is wise!"
These indigenous people numbered 8 in total, 5 n and 3 won.
They all wore coarse cloth garnts.
Their skin was dark and rough.
They looked strong and sturdy.
Zong Shen surveyed them.
[Farr: Erhua]
[Talent: Ordinary]
[Level: lv3]
[Attributes: (click to expand)]
[Hunger Level: 33]
[Loyalty: 60]
...
[Farr: San Pang]
[Talent: Excellent]
[Level: lv5]
[Attributes: (click to expand)]
[Hunger Level: 36]
[Loyalty: 60]
...
[Farr: Zhuangzhuang]
[Talent: Ordinary]
[Level: lv5]
[Attributes: (click to expand)]
[Hunger Level: 31]
[Loyalty: 60]
...
Zong Shen looked around and was quite satisfied with these newly joined farrs.
None of them had dull talent, with the worst being of ordinary talent, and there was even a farr nad San Pang with excellent talent.
The quality of this batch of farrs is very high!
Far better than the three foolish farrs at the start!
Although their loyalty was sowhat low, with so training, it could increase quickly.
With the addition of these 8 farrs, the efficiency of territorial developnt could be greatly increased.
As the saying goes, farrs are productivity.
Productivity is strength.
Strength is justice.
It’s just that simple a truth.
"Very well, Luna! Take them back to our territory."
Zong Shen turned and instructed, considering the trek of over thirty miles would take at least two and a half to three hours on foot.
Setting off now, they could return to the territory before sunset.
However, these farrs touched their stomachs with troubled expressions.
"Lord, we haven’t eaten or drunk water for several days, can you provide us with so food first?"
"Otherwise, we might not make it to your territory."
The farr nad San Pang spoke up proactively,
and he was the one with excellent talent, now faintly the leader among the eight farrs.
"What you say makes sense."
Zong Shen nodded, conveniently carrying with him the unknown dried at from the roving bandits’ tent, and there were plenty, a total of 23 portions.
So he gave each of them a portion.
As for water, that was easy to handle.
The roving bandits had leather water bags with them.
Zong Shen thought them dirty, so he did not pick them up.
Perfect for quenching these farrs’ thirst.
So, the eight dirty farrs, each holding a piece of unknowingly made dried at, took turns taking the water bag to drink.
Gobbling down their first al.
"Luna, you lead them back first, I will follow soon."
After they finished the dried at and drank so water, regaining so energy.
Zong Shen seriously instructed Luna.
"Lord, what about your safety...?"
Luna’s loyalty was as high as 83, and she had already started to actively worry about Zong Shen’s safety.
But Zong Shen rely smiled, waving his rusty one-handed sword.
"It’s alright, I can protect myself, you go ahead and take them back, make sure to reach the territory before dark."
Hearing Zong Shen say this, Luna didn’t insist anymore, nodding and riding the Black Panther, leading the eight farrs on the return journey.
Zong Shen remained behind at the camp, beginning to explore.
The roving bandits had also dropped so items.
All were labeled in gray font as broken quality weapons.
The quality of items differed, displaying different colors.
So far, Zong Shen had discovered five grade levels.
Broken (gray), ordinary (white), refined (green), rare (purple), legend (orange).
As for whether there were higher levels, Zong Shen didn’t know yet.
He collected all the junk weapons dropped by the roving bandits into the Kodo Beast Hide Backpack, not leaving anything in the principle of ’gather every grain’.
No matter how trashy these weapons were, if Zong Shen didn’t use them, they could still be used to arm the farrs in crucial tis.
At this mont, two tents remained in the roving bandits’ camp.
Zong Shen directly cut open the tents.
One tent still contained supplies.
Mostly wood.
[Wood ×30]
[Stone ×13]
[Iron ×6]
[Ma ×27]
[Hemp Rope ×5]
[Iron Axe ×6]
[Iron Pickaxe ×6]
Another wave of supplies was collected by Zong Shen.
Evidently, these roving bandits were prepared to camp here.
The rewards from slaying creatures and treasure hunting far exceeded those from gathering.
Having a guide module, if he were to gather like a farr, it would truly be a waste of talent.
Zong Shen didn’t care about these resources.
What truly caught his interest was what was in the last tent.
Located not far from him.
It was a treasure chest, entirely made of tal, its surface pitch black and roughly fashioned.
Zong Shen gazed intently.
[Black Iron Treasure Chest]
[A Black Iron Treasure Chest of unknown content, no one knows what might be inside]
(The treasure chest is safe to open)
"I found a treasure chest?"
Zong Shen’s eyes lit up.
Opening a chest was like opening a blind box.
He spat in his palm, rubbed it vigorously, then eagerly walked toward it.
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