He rushed directly to the center of the tavern that fire pit near the search up, however, that cauldron inside the soup, but has rotted and spoiled full of green hair. And even some of the rotten food scattered on the ground has been watered through by the rain, can not distinguish what in the end is the thing. Simply can not eat.
The sound of rain was sparse, and there were a few more rattles from the door, and a hissing low roar came over, George looked that way, and then got behind the bar and rummaged around.
Finally in an urn, he found an air-dried black sausage. This black sausage is not rotten and moldy, but has a lot of tooth marks, should be chewed by rats. There were a few cockroaches lying on it when he took it out.
Shake off the two damn bugs, George directly shoved the sausage into his mouth and gobbled it up, almost choking himself to death in happiness. It was not until he found a grape bottle of wine in the wine cabinet in a panic, tore open the sealing wax and wrapping cloth, only after pouring down a few mouthfuls, gasped out a breath.
''Ah, much more comfortable...''
At this moment, George felt as if he had regained his life.
After having something inside his stomach, George felt a few more strength in his body and had the presence of mind to think about other things.
There was a sound in the room all the time, but nothing rushed out. This made him feel a little curious.
Patting his three-full stomach, George still felt very hungry, he picked up the nail hammer in one hand, carrying a bottle of wine in the other, and walked over there.
The room that has been rattling, is actually the tavern storage and kitchen. He remembered that there was a fireplace at the very inside, and down the stairs was the cellar. But now the things inside are scattered all over the place, and there is a thin figure is stuck between the overturned cabinets.
It was like a refugee who was crushed in the earthquake.
In its vicinity, there were a few puddles of black blood, which should also be the zombie. It seems that it was not the only zombie here, but after the fog cleared, even the zombies with insensitive legs crawled away, leaving it alone here.
The proximity of the human smell made the zombie more frantic, it pushed a chair pressed against the upper body and nearly pounced. But the lower half of the body pressed against that cabinet, but it could not get its way. Only in the same place open teeth and claws.
George raised his head to look at the dead face, a fragment of memory came to mind, making him cry out with a jolt of surprise.
"Little John?!" George blurted out.
Little John was actually only a few years younger than George. And there is a small word in front of the name, just because he is the son of John Sr. And this father and son were the owners of this tavern.
The zombie obviously couldn't recognize him, and it wasn't interested in the food that was scattered on the floor, it only seemed to want to eat this man. After George made a sound, it threw itself up frantically, almost lifting the heavy cupboard on its body.
Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, George couldn't help but sigh.
This zombie gentleman, it seems to be his childhood playmate, and also has been his own knight's squire, it can be said that the relationship is quite close.
"Hey, so many years did not come back, did not expect you have grown so tall. Remember when you were a child often around my butt..." After saying that, George poured down a mouthful of wine, he saw little John's eyes that have turned ice blue, can't help but feel some sigh of sadness.
"Fuck you!"
The nail hammer ruthlessly knocked off Little John's cervical vertebrae, the zombie body twitched twice, mouth crunching two sounds, then no longer moving.
Looking at this has been completely rotten childhood playmate, George dried the tears on his face, exhaled deeply, and after pouring down a large gulp of wine, felt that the curses and angry hammer, let him all soothe up.
Although, this is not at all in line with the grammar here, and the priest, and should not just curse.
Put away the nail hammer, George that has been hungry green eyes looked at the ground those black bread and black sausage, squatting over there wolf gobbled up.
The dry hard black bread cackled his teeth, like gnawing on hard wood. And the air-dried black sausage also salty and stinky, but George but as if in the taste of the delicious.
After filling his belly, George felt the panicky feeling in his chest finally disappear completely. He knew that the food had not actually been digested and the nutrients had not entered his body. But his belly was full, so he had a great sense of security and happiness.
After a sigh of relief, George came to John's side and rummaged around in his pockets. The tavern's accounts have always been Little John to manage, he must have something on him and the key is right.
"Little John ah, do not blame me, you just rest here. Brother I don't know how long I can live now, if I'm not dead tomorrow, I will find time to bury you."
Now there is really no mood and physical strength to do anything else, he is now cold and tired.
After finding the keys and money bag, George looked at the money bag slightly flabbergasted up.
The money, should still be of some use, St. Vermilion Cathedral is in the south, according to their own diary, there has not yet been affected by the disaster. The currency should still be useful.
At least to fool the guys who lacked insight, or can - in this era, the common people have never been out of the territory in their lives, and in the midst of war and disaster, those who can afford it, are willing to collect gold and silver.
Thinking about it, he tucked everything away and put the food on the ground into a linen sack. Towards the fire pit of the tavern.
The cellar he did not want to go there now, he was afraid that he would feel despair at the sight of it. Because there is usually only wine in there. So it's better to give yourself some thoughts first.
This large bag contains things, in addition to black sausage, black bread, there are many potatoes and sweet potatoes, enough for him to eat for ten days or eight days. Therefore, he decided to stop the rain in the burst, and then on the other houses around.
All indications are that it is indeed safe to be within the confines of the shelter. Those monsters don't seem to like to step into places without mists.
But it's possible that they just don't like it...
After dragging the bag back to the main hall, George, who was feeling a bit tired, took some firewood and lit the fire pit in the middle.
After sitting in a chair, he roasted the fire, listening to the pouring rain outside and the sound of a light rain inside the house, he was warmed by a feeling of happiness.
Shaking his head and laughing at himself, he looked at the fire pit in front of him that thundered and rattled the firewood and couldn't help but feel confused.
Yes, what to do now?
Just at this time when he was dazed, a line of words suddenly appeared inside the fire: [You recovered the tavern of the shelter...]
George felt a little surprised, these words seemed to appear after lighting the fire pit. Immediately after that, without waiting for him to think more, several more lines of words emerged from the fire.
[You have recovered the first building of the shelter, but what you don't know is that there is actually a good thing hidden under the fire pit...]
[Your shelter already has the tavern, the fire pit in the tavern is warm, and it's raining hard today. Perhaps, it will attract some lost adventurers - but you may need to count on the gods to do so.]
[Hurry up and recruit your first followers and let them help you guard and build shelters. And you'll learn more from these followers of varying talents.
[Currently recruitable followers: 1 (How many more people do you want to recruit in this ramshackle tavern?
After seeing these words, George almost tumbled from the top of his chair into the fire. Accidentally knocked over the potatoes in the bag into the fire pit.
He did not have the heart to care, at this moment inside his head only flashed out this word: planting?
What is the meaning of this word? Why did a feeling of hope suddenly rise in my heart?
Too late to think, George hurriedly picked up the stick and rummaged under the fire pit, when the stick touched a foreign object, he took it out.
It was a scroll, which had an old and rough appearance and seemed not to be afraid of fire. It also looked no different from the rolled-up map of his father. But George was to see from it a line of remarks.
[Shelter Scroll (Acting Lord's Edition)
After opening the scroll, he found that the map could be zoomed in and out according to his heart, and he could observe the buildings on the map from God's perspective. Although most of them were hidden in the mist, but still from the outline of the names, he could still vaguely see many houses in the villages and towns, and further away, including the mills on the southern outskirts, the vineyards on the northern slopes, the monasteries on the southeastern hills, and so on.
In addition, there seems to be a lot of red dots floating on the map.
Can't figure out what those red dots are, but the little golden blob of light in the tavern seems to be itself.
As he stared at the small golden light, some notes came to light.
After zooming in, he could see the words.
[Character: George. William. Austin]
[Title: Baron (Don't doubt, according to your father's will, after he left the territory, whether he lives or dies, you are a baron). Title role: good to hear (do you expect this title to be of any use? Lord Baron of Light?)]
[Position: Sacred Priesthood (Trainee Priest of the Choir)
Physical: 1.2 Wisdom: 0.2
��Vitality: 6/6 (Physique*5) Mana: 2/2 (Wisdom*10)
[Skills.
[True Word Hymn (first) 'Holy Hymn lv0' that I haven't quite figured out yet: currently has a slight purifying and anti-inflammatory effect - praise your God of refuge!
[Not yet memorized all the true hymns (second) 'Discipline in the name of the holy lv0': now you can't use this to 'discipline' your enemy at the critical moment, but if you hit your enemy's head with the brick-like holy text in your hand, you may be able to .]
[Call to arms lv0: Or maybe it's more appropriate to call you a fool, because although you often call yourself a god, but in reality you have no faith, you are simply a godly man! But your mouth seems to be okay, after all, you have nine years of compulsory education and a few years in the church. The people of the foreign land are not illiterate and have no problem to fool the fish lips - so this ability can really be considered a skill?
The actual fact is that you'll be able to get a lot more than just a couple of years of experience in the field.
(Compared to the refugees who are dying of hunger, you are a well-nourished nobleman who is actually quite good)
After George saw these, he only felt a rumble inside his head, a burst of vertigo.
"I can't believe I'm a fucking retard!"
"But I don't seem to have eaten walnuts for quite a long time..."
After a pause, George thought: 'Well, this wisdom should actually have nothing to do with intelligence, it should refer to the power to manipulate mana... But why not call it magic power or divine power, but mana? I'm not a master of anything!
Solely because the rain has not stopped now, and his physical strength has not yet fully recovered, George took this scroll and studied it carefully.
At this time, he observed that there was a line of small word remarks at the top right of the scroll map, and after zooming in, those words appeared in front of his eyes.
[Shelter]
[Status: Severely Broken]
[Lord (generation): George. William. Austin]
[Buildings: Castle (severely damaged), Tavern
[Divine Grace: 0/1 (the place covered by divine grace is within the shelter, which can dispel the mist, purify the land, and make the evil demons retreat - the base of divine grace can increase the shelter range, and consumption can reveal 'miracles')]
[Resources - Food: 1 Wood: 3 Stone: 20 Metal: 0 Magical Materials: 0]
[Hero:0/1]
[Inhabitants: 1/300 (no faithful people/believers, fails to provide divine grace recovery and basic divine grace)]
Heroic: 0/0 (requires a cemetery/spiritual shrine, can consume divine grace for transformation)
Servants of the Kingdom of Heaven (Artisans): 0/0 (Requires the Cemetery/Pantheon of Spirits, can consume Divine Grace for transformation)
And at the bottom of this note, there is a line of bright red words.
['Shelter is at stake' - you should see those red dots, 67 in total. The light of the shelter at night can not stop many monsters, monsters are wandering around, just waiting for the night to come to eat...]
George's body broke out in a cold sweat!!!