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[ Alpha0.81 Version Update: Added "Scientific Expedition Team Mission". ]
[ Scientific Expedition Team Mission: Shelter No. 404 Scientific Expedition Team has been established, the goal is the relics of pre-war civilization! As the head of the scientific expedition team, Tom will release "Scientific investigation" tasks from time to time, place exploration beacons on the map, and give rewards or hidden tasks based on the clues of scientific research type relics provided by the players. ]
[ Tom: I didn't betray the Academy, but the Academy betrayed me. The mistakes will be corrected, and I will find out what happened two hundred years ago, and find the last hope of human civilization - The Shelter No. 0. ]
[ Tip from Light: When an NPC needs it, a yellow question mark will appear on his icon on the map. Repeatedly trying meaningless conversations will not trigger hidden tasks, but will only reduce the NPC's favorability. In addition, triggering tasks does not necessarily have to be through dialogue, it is also possible to receive tasks through VMs. ]
Tail: "F*ck! (｀?′)Ψ"
Quit Smoking: "(ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ! Alpha 0.81 version is out! The planner is awesome!"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Brother Quit Smoking, stop it, Light's licking dog is enough to have Tomorrow, I feel sorry for you like this. (◡ ω ◡)"
Tomorrow Seeker: "Get out, when did I lick it? (ノ｀Д´)ノ"
Shuri: "?(????ω????)?"
Tomorrow Seeker: "?"
Lucius, who started to peek at the screen after posting the announcement, finally couldn't help laughing when he saw this.
He can testify that Brother Tomorrow did not lick at all, at most he just understood himself better. There are many bad ideas in my new folder, but they are all borrowed from him.
After peeking at the screen for a while, Lucius felt his eyelids start to twitch, glanced at the time, and yawned, got up and went to sleep.
That night. Lucius had a long, long dream. He dreamed that he was walking by the lake, followed by the guy named Dr. Principle, and followed by a little brother.
Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, Lucius felt that it should be Tom.
And after realizing this, Lucius was very speechless, why did he not have a big breasted maiden in his dream today?
This dream is very unreasonable.
The surface of the lake was filled with fog, the road was very long, and the lake was as wide as the sea, with no end in sight for the sparkling water.
The moonlight was bright and the air was quiet and serene.
After walking for a long time, a voice suddenly came from the side.
"What year is it now?"
Lucius was about to answer, but Dr. Principle's number one licking dog, Tom, spoke first.
"It's 2340 now!"
Dr. Principle beside him nodded, and suddenly spoke with emotion.
"2340..."
"It's been too long."
The dream is gone.
After waking up, Lucius looked up calmly and blinked at the ceiling.
His back was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water. Lucius even suspected that someone had thrown him into the lake to take a bath while he was asleep.
The sheets and clothes were all soaked.
There is no doubt that every time this happens, he must be upgraded again.
"Damn... next time I'll just sleep in the entire training cabin."
Lucius seriously suspects that the players are also sweating when they upgrade, but they are lying in the training cabin, and all the metabolites have been discharged.
It seems that the recent exercise has paid off.
Lucius turned over and got up, his bones were crackling, his eyes were clearer than ever, it felt like drinking a case of taurine drink.
After moving his limbs, Lucius simply adapted to the new body, then walked to the residents' hall, and used the medical examination equipment there to check himself.
【 ID: Lucius
Genetic Sequence: Manager (Phase 2)
Level: LV.11→LV.12
——Basic attributes——
Strength: 16→17
Agility: 11
Constitution: 14
Perception: 12
Intelligence: 12→13 】
"I actually got two attribute points this time?"
Lucius once again confirmed that he had only increased by one level, but his strength and intelligence had grown by one attribute point at the same time.
"It seems that the growth of 'Body function' with the 'Progress of gene sequence development' is not completely linear."
"It's a pity that the rules in it are still a mystery."
While Lucius was staring at the physical examination report thoughtfully, light footsteps came from beside him. Boss Sumeria, who had just woken up, yawned and walked in from the corridor next door.
Noticing the quilt that Lucius was carrying on her shoulders, she froze for a moment with a strange expression.
"Why do you change the sheets every day?"
Lucius replied casually.
"Not every day."
Sumeria's eyes moved down unconsciously, just in time to see the sweaty clothes and swollen muscles. To be honest, this is not a rare thing, but it happened to be matched with that rather lethal face.
"You...find some clothes to wear."
His face blushed suddenly, Boss Sumeria turned his head and walked away.
Lucius ignored her, humming a ditty to take a shower on the B2 floor before the peak time when players went online, changed into clean clothes, and threw the sheets into the washing machine.
There is a public washing machine available in the shower area. It is scientifically sterilized and automatically dried. It is very convenient. It only costs 1 silver coin for one use. Or you can go to the lake, where it is free, but there is a risk of helping fishermen make nests, but it is not a big problem.
After washing, Lucius went back to the manager's office and sat down, ready to rest for a while before going up, but before the chair was warmed up, he saw Tom pushing the door and coming in.
"Are your residents crazy? They guard my door early in the morning! They follow me wherever I go. It's even more exaggerated than yesterday!"
While speaking, Tom glanced nervously behind him, and found that the residents of the shelter hadn't followed.
Seeing his ignorance, Lucius smiled and poured him a cup of hot water.
"Relax, they were all excited when they heard that you plan to set up a scientific expedition team. Isn't that a good thing? Believe me, as long as you give them something to do, they will naturally disperse... Come on, Have some hot water."
Tom who took the cup shook his head.
"But I don't need that many people at all! Four, at most eight are the best!"
The clues are very limited now, maybe more people will be needed in the future, but at least they won't be needed in the initial stage
"I know, you don't have to hire all of them, but at least you have to pick a few that look reliable. I give you a level number on the player roster. Basically, the higher the level, the more reliable the player." Lucius shared a little life experience.
This is what he summed up in his continuous attempts.
Tom sighed and said, "I don't know how your hierarchy system is formulated, and I don't even know how reliable it is. With all due respect, you should set up a professional assessment system, otherwise how would I know they are better at it? Cutting down trees is still better at picking up trash."
Lucius's eyes lit up and said.
"Good idea, this can be integrated into the next update."
"...?"
Tom was confused, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
After all, this wasn't the first time he couldn't understand the self-made phrases that occasionally popped out of Manager's mouth.
"In short, take good care of your residents. I'm really worried that their brains are broken. In addition, in order to start work as soon as possible, I need some information."
Lucius looked at him and said, "No problem, what information do you need and where is it, we can help you get it."
Tom: "Dr. Principle's image is associated with three locations, the Great Rift Valley, Shelter 117, and Oakleaf Community College."
Lucius: "We are clearing the entrance of Shelter 117. Where is Oakleaf Community College?"
Tom: "That's where we found that video tape, and it's also where Dr. Principle wakes up!"
"Is there anything worth investigating there?"
In Lucius's impression, it seemed that the place was searched quite cleanly.
After all, according to the dictation in that video, there used to be more than a thousand survivors living in that Oakleaf Community College.
Tables, chairs, wooden benches, and even the books in the library were burned as fuel two hundred years ago, just like a plague of locusts.
Tom shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the damage there is so high that it's hard to find any valuable clues. But even so, the location itself is a very important clue."
Lucius: "How to say?"
"This is about the workflow of our prospectors!"
A confident smile appeared on Tom's face, and he continued.
"It was common knowledge in the pre-war era that no scientific institution could exist without the support of society. An institute might manage hundreds of projects, which might be supported by thousands of sources of funding, run by thousands of Tens of thousands of researchers participated. The results born from this will not only be stored in one place, as long as we find one of the clues, we may find everything we want."
"Some electronic files may be damaged due to EMP or neglect of maintenance, but many important records will be kept in paper files. The paper and anti-oxidation ink made of high polymer materials, let alone two hundred years, even two thousand years are not question!"
Is this the expert?
After listening to Tom's statement, Lucius nodded approvingly.
Sure enough, in terms of archaeology, it is still a human major in the academy. Others just picked up the trash and pretended to flip through documents that they couldn't understand at all, but they were the ones who really knew how to use those documents.
Many people think scientific research is too simplistic, and feel that it is like copying homework, taking the blueprints and drawing one by one to create exactly the same one. In fact, the so-called drawing is not just a piece of paper, it may be many fragments, and many things that are exactly the same on the macro level are very different on the micro level.
Unless there is a systematic understanding of these tasks, archeology cannot be taken casually.
It would be great if we could find a way to get more people from the academy to work here.
Isn't the scientific research point going up?
Lucius felt that his requirements were not high, and it would be great if he could produce a series of related technologies from industrial preparation to room temperature storage, and so on.
This thing can be used as a bomb as well as a battery, very easy to use.
According to Tom, he intends to conduct investigations from four aspects: Oakleaf Community College's scientific research personnel files, related research projects, cooperative institutions, and funding sources.
This may take a while. But it should pay off.
After staying in the manager's office for a while, Tom left in a hurry when he saw that the players surrounding him had dispersed.
Before Lucius went to the surface, he glanced at the allowance page of the manager system, and unexpectedly found that he could draw a lottery again.
A total of 111 reward points, the number is very auspicious.
Lucius thought for a while, and clicked on the advanced, intermediate, and basic blind boxes.
Maybe it was because he was luck black enough before, but this time the prize was unexpectedly good.
The basic blind box opened a pack of salt-baked dried fish, which is a snack that has never been seen before. The intermediate blind box prescribed 1 injection of epinephrine, and it was the kind of painless injection. One injection directly opened the rage.
The advanced blind box is even more incredible, opened an SSR - a "Hummingbird" drone!
Now Lucius has two cameras that can be used!
"Master."
Getting close to Lucius's calf, Popo raised the camera and looked at him longingly.
Lucius originally wanted to say that he would keep this drone for his own use, but the voice was so pitiful.
This guy stole a set of voice packs from somewhere, he's so good at it!
"Ok, here you go."
After patting the guy's round metal head, Lucius picked it up from the ground and said with a smile.
"Let's go. It's almost dawn, let's go for a walk outside."
...
In fact, the sky outside was not about to dawn, but already dawned. However, Lucius went out a little late recently, and it was relatively early for him to go out before eight o'clock.
This is not because Lucius is not diligent, but mainly because his little players are too diligent. They log in on time every day, and they are more active than going to work.
Lucius still hasn't figured out what the name of the heavy industry base sandwiched between the outpost and Starwood Farm is. His industrious little players have already recaptured the abandoned tire factory from the aliens. up.
The corpses of mutated mice and cockroaches piled up into hills, and those cute newbies wielding cold weapons had already killed like crazy.
The Raiders of Shelter 117 and Greenhouse Ruins are also progressing steadily.
Especially for the former, the players even evolved a new set of team formation rules themselves, which shocked even Lucius when he saw it.
Sure enough, the third-rate planners will get leeks, the second-rate planners will get leeks but manipulate them bring more leeks, and the first-rate planners will not only know how to plant leeks them, but also the right way to use them.
And as a top planner who is proficient in human nature, he can not only activate the leeks, but also make the leeks move by themselves.
"So good."
All blood earned. A world where no one loses is really great!
On the elevator.
As soon as Lucius arrived on the surface, the new warehouse manager trained by Old Luka greeted him and said respectfully.
"My lord, Brown Farm sent an envoy."
Lucius remembered that the name of the middle-aged man in front of him was Guoba. He was once a slave at the Brown Farm, and later entered the dungeon of the Bloody Hand clan. Since it was too costly to pronounce the name, I conveniently changed his name to Mike.
As for the other granary manager, his name is Gumil.
"Envoy from Brown's Farm? What business do they have?"
Mike said respectfully.
"The envoy brought 5,000 kilograms of yams and 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, saying that they were tributes from Mr. Brown, and the envoy also said that they really have nothing left."
Lucius was slightly stunned, completely confused by this sentence, and didn't understand what it meant for a while.
He didn't remember asking him for it.
But there is one thing to say, Mr. Brown, who has never met before, is willing enough. A full ten tons of grain can be taken as soon as you say it, it seems that it is not ordinary fertilizer.
Lucius couldn't help thinking.
Maybe I can borrow some more.
"Did the messenger say anything else?"
Mike nodded and continued.
"The emissary also said that he hoped that your residents would exercise a little restraint... They have heard gunshots and explosions from the direction of the Tundra Street subway station for several days in a row, which is less than one kilometer away from Brown Farm. His exact words were, if it's a joke, it's not funny at all."
Hearing this sentence, Lucius's expression was a little subtle.
As soon as he heard about the explosion, he immediately guessed that it was probably Moles and Mosquito who made too much noise at the entrance of shelter 117, scaring the people at Brown Farm.
But think about it too.
There is a neighbor who is very good at shooting next to him. If he has nothing else, he has more guns and bullets. In just one month, there is nothing to shoot except for the lake on the west.
Now this neighbor brought people to the door of the house, and shot and fired every day. Obviously, he was celebrating the New Year in advance.
Everyone has to panic.
It's just that Lucius really didn't expect that the farmer would be so cowardly that he would drag food to his door and beg for mercy.
Seeing that the manager did not speak, Mike asked cautiously.
"My lord, the envoy of Brown Farm is in the reception room, do you need me to take you to see him?"
When he came back to his senses, Lucius looked at Mike.
"No, you asked him to send a message to the farmers of Brown Farm for me, saying thank you for their generous donation. In addition, our residents didn't intend to disturb, they were just conducting... er, combat exercises against alien species."
After a pause, Lucius continued.
"The exercise will end within a week, so let them not think too much, and don't worry too much. Shelter 404 is the defender of regional order, and we look forward to friendly and equal trade with them."
"In addition, you can entertain those envoys for lunch before sending them back. They have generously donated so much food to us, and the due courtesy should be given."
Mike nodded respectfully.
"As you order, my lord."
...
Reception room.
Rowan paced back and forth in the room with a sad expression on her face.
Mr. Brown stayed up all night last night and lost his temper, which made them restless.
Early in the morning, his boss, Karunas, called him to take the packed caravan to Wetland Park four kilometers away, and dedicate the supplies in the car to the lord there.
Rowan counted the supplies in the car, and there were a total of 10,000 kgs, which really surprised him.
You know, this early winter has caused the farm to lose a whole season of grain. Not only the meals of the slaves were reduced to one meal a day, but even the meals of these servants were reduced again and again, and there was not even a little oil and water in the bowls.
With so many supplies distributed to neighbors, wouldn't the owner worry about running out of food in winter?
However, this is not something he can worry about as a servant.
At this time, the door opened.
Mike who received him came in from the outside.
Rowan recognized this person, remembering that he used to be a slave who harvested wheat on the farm, but now he could only pretend not to know him, and greeted him with a smile on his face.
"Sir, have you met the manager?"
He didn't give him any preferential treatment because of his status as a "Villager", Mike said with a business-like attitude.
"My lord has already understood your appeal and expressed my gratitude to Mr. Brown for his generous donation. The drill at the Tundra Street subway station will end within a week. He said that this is not aimed at you, so don't worry too much. In addition, in order to avoid accidental injury, he hopes that your people will try not to get close during the exercise, this is for your own good."
Rowan looked blank.
"Exercise?"
"Yes, my lord said, this is a combat exercise against alien species." Mike didn't know how to explain this word, so he could only repeat what the lord manager said.
Rowan nodded blankly.
Listen to what these people mean, the gunfire at Tundra Street subway station will continue for another week?
What's happening there isn't against them though, so don't worry about it.
In any case, he has already received a reply, this mission is considered complete, and he can go back to business. He only hoped that this reply would satisfy Mr. Brown, after all, that man's tantrum was really horrible.
"Thank you for hearing our appeal, and I will convey it to Mr. Brown," Rowan said respectfully.
Mike nodded and watched him continue.
"In addition, Master Manager told me that if you are not in a hurry to set off, let me treat you to lunch before you go on the road. The road conditions at noon will be safer."
Rowan did not refuse.
On the one hand, as the person in charge of receiving him said, the road conditions at noon will be safer than in the morning. On the other hand, being able to wait for a meal before leaving is more comfortable than going on the road on an empty stomach.
Before he set off, he didn't eat anything, but stuffed a piece of green wheat cake in his pocket, which was cold and hard, like a stone. The pot of boiling water hanging on his waist was already cold, so it was lucky that it didn't freeze.
"Thanks!"
Looking at the submissive man in front of him, Mike suddenly felt that he was a bit pitiful.
When they were in the farm before, what they slaves envied most were the servants who could serve the farmer's family, because only those servants could be counted as human beings, and these serfs could only be regarded as animals.
Even the laundry lady and the shoemaker who shines the shoes of the farmer are much nobler than they are. Not only can you live in a house made of wood or bricks, but you can also eat two hot meals, and you will be punished if you make a mistake occasionally, and you will not be dragged out just because you are old or disabled.
But now, he felt that this man who used to stand tall in front of him was now like a poor wretch.
Perhaps in this world, only Master Manager can liberate them.
"You're welcome."
Mike paused, and repeated the words of the manager.
"The manager said that this is a due courtesy."
Official Website:
[ Alpha0.81 Version Update: Added "Scientific Expedition Team Mission". ]
[ Scientific Expedition Team Mission: Shelter No. 404 Scientific Expedition Team has been established, the goal is the relics of pre-war civilization! As the head of the scientific expedition team, Tom will release "Scientific investigation" tasks from time to time, place exploration beacons on the map, and give rewards or hidden tasks based on the clues of scientific research type relics provided by the players. ]
[ Tom: I didn't betray the Academy, but the Academy betrayed me. The mistakes will be corrected, and I will find out what happened two hundred years ago, and find the last hope of human civilization - The Shelter No. 0. ]
[ Tip from Light: When an NPC needs it, a yellow question mark will appear on his icon on the map. Repeatedly trying meaningless conversations will not trigger hidden tasks, but will only reduce the NPC's favorability. In addition, triggering tasks does not necessarily have to be through dialogue, it is also possible to receive tasks through VMs. ]
Tail: "F*ck! (｀?′)Ψ"
Quit Smoking: "(ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ! Alpha 0.81 version is out! The planner is awesome!"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Brother Quit Smoking, stop it, Light's licking dog is enough to have Tomorrow, I feel sorry for you like this. (◡ ω ◡)"
Tomorrow Seeker: "Get out, when did I lick it? (ノ｀Д´)ノ"
Shuri: "?(????ω????)?"
Tomorrow Seeker: "?"
Lucius, who started to peek at the screen after posting the announcement, finally couldn't help laughing when he saw this.
He can testify that Brother Tomorrow did not lick at all, at most he just understood himself better. There are many bad ideas in my new folder, but they are all borrowed from him.
After peeking at the screen for a while, Lucius felt his eyelids start to twitch, glanced at the time, and yawned, got up and went to sleep.
That night. Lucius had a long, long dream. He dreamed that he was walking by the lake, followed by the guy named Dr. Principle, and followed by a little brother.
Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, Lucius felt that it should be Tom.
And after realizing this, Lucius was very speechless, why did he not have a big breasted maiden in his dream today?
This dream is very unreasonable.
The surface of the lake was filled with fog, the road was very long, and the lake was as wide as the sea, with no end in sight for the sparkling water.
The moonlight was bright and the air was quiet and serene.
After walking for a long time, a voice suddenly came from the side.
"What year is it now?"
Lucius was about to answer, but Dr. Principle's number one licking dog, Tom, spoke first.
"It's 2340 now!"
Dr. Principle beside him nodded, and suddenly spoke with emotion.
"2340..."
"It's been too long."
The dream is gone.
After waking up, Lucius looked up calmly and blinked at the ceiling.
His back was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water. Lucius even suspected that someone had thrown him into the lake to take a bath while he was asleep.
The sheets and clothes were all soaked.
There is no doubt that every time this happens, he must be upgraded again.
"Damn... next time I'll just sleep in the entire training cabin."
Lucius seriously suspects that the players are also sweating when they upgrade, but they are lying in the training cabin, and all the metabolites have been discharged.
It seems that the recent exercise has paid off.
Lucius turned over and got up, his bones were crackling, his eyes were clearer than ever, it felt like drinking a case of taurine drink.
After moving his limbs, Lucius simply adapted to the new body, then walked to the residents' hall, and used the medical examination equipment there to check himself.
【 ID: Lucius
Genetic Sequence: Manager (Phase 2)
Level: LV.11→LV.12
——Basic attributes——
Strength: 16→17
Agility: 11
Constitution: 14
Perception: 12
Intelligence: 12→13 】
"I actually got two attribute points this time?"
Lucius once again confirmed that he had only increased by one level, but his strength and intelligence had grown by one attribute point at the same time.
"It seems that the growth of 'Body function' with the 'Progress of gene sequence development' is not completely linear."
"It's a pity that the rules in it are still a mystery."
While Lucius was staring at the physical examination report thoughtfully, light footsteps came from beside him. Boss Sumeria, who had just woken up, yawned and walked in from the corridor next door.
Noticing the quilt that Lucius was carrying on her shoulders, she froze for a moment with a strange expression.
"Why do you change the sheets every day?"
Lucius replied casually.
"Not every day."
Sumeria's eyes moved down unconsciously, just in time to see the sweaty clothes and swollen muscles. To be honest, this is not a rare thing, but it happened to be matched with that rather lethal face.
"You...find some clothes to wear."
His face blushed suddenly, Boss Sumeria turned his head and walked away.
Lucius ignored her, humming a ditty to take a shower on the B2 floor before the peak time when players went online, changed into clean clothes, and threw the sheets into the washing machine.
There is a public washing machine available in the shower area. It is scientifically sterilized and automatically dried. It is very convenient. It only costs 1 silver coin for one use. Or you can go to the lake, where it is free, but there is a risk of helping fishermen make nests, but it is not a big problem.
After washing, Lucius went back to the manager's office and sat down, ready to rest for a while before going up, but before the chair was warmed up, he saw Tom pushing the door and coming in.
"Are your residents crazy? They guard my door early in the morning! They follow me wherever I go. It's even more exaggerated than yesterday!"
While speaking, Tom glanced nervously behind him, and found that the residents of the shelter hadn't followed.
Seeing his ignorance, Lucius smiled and poured him a cup of hot water.
"Relax, they were all excited when they heard that you plan to set up a scientific expedition team. Isn't that a good thing? Believe me, as long as you give them something to do, they will naturally disperse... Come on, Have some hot water."
Tom who took the cup shook his head.
"But I don't need that many people at all! Four, at most eight are the best!"
The clues are very limited now, maybe more people will be needed in the future, but at least they won't be needed in the initial stage
"I know, you don't have to hire all of them, but at least you have to pick a few that look reliable. I give you a level number on the player roster. Basically, the higher the level, the more reliable the player." Lucius shared a little life experience.
This is what he summed up in his continuous attempts.
Tom sighed and said, "I don't know how your hierarchy system is formulated, and I don't even know how reliable it is. With all due respect, you should set up a professional assessment system, otherwise how would I know they are better at it? Cutting down trees is still better at picking up trash."
Lucius's eyes lit up and said.
"Good idea, this can be integrated into the next update."
"...?"
Tom was confused, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
After all, this wasn't the first time he couldn't understand the self-made phrases that occasionally popped out of Manager's mouth.
"In short, take good care of your residents. I'm really worried that their brains are broken. In addition, in order to start work as soon as possible, I need some information."
Lucius looked at him and said, "No problem, what information do you need and where is it, we can help you get it."
Tom: "Dr. Principle's image is associated with three locations, the Great Rift Valley, Shelter 117, and Oakleaf Community College."
Lucius: "We are clearing the entrance of Shelter 117. Where is Oakleaf Community College?"
Tom: "That's where we found that video tape, and it's also where Dr. Principle wakes up!"
"Is there anything worth investigating there?"
In Lucius's impression, it seemed that the place was searched quite cleanly.
After all, according to the dictation in that video, there used to be more than a thousand survivors living in that Oakleaf Community College.
Tables, chairs, wooden benches, and even the books in the library were burned as fuel two hundred years ago, just like a plague of locusts.
Tom shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the damage there is so high that it's hard to find any valuable clues. But even so, the location itself is a very important clue."
Lucius: "How to say?"
"This is about the workflow of our prospectors!"
A confident smile appeared on Tom's face, and he continued.
"It was common knowledge in the pre-war era that no scientific institution could exist without the support of society. An institute might manage hundreds of projects, which might be supported by thousands of sources of funding, run by thousands of Tens of thousands of researchers participated. The results born from this will not only be stored in one place, as long as we find one of the clues, we may find everything we want."
"Some electronic files may be damaged due to EMP or neglect of maintenance, but many important records will be kept in paper files. The paper and anti-oxidation ink made of high polymer materials, let alone two hundred years, even two thousand years are not question!"
Is this the expert?
After listening to Tom's statement, Lucius nodded approvingly.
Sure enough, in terms of archaeology, it is still a human major in the academy. Others just picked up the trash and pretended to flip through documents that they couldn't understand at all, but they were the ones who really knew how to use those documents.
Many people think scientific research is too simplistic, and feel that it is like copying homework, taking the blueprints and drawing one by one to create exactly the same one. In fact, the so-called drawing is not just a piece of paper, it may be many fragments, and many things that are exactly the same on the macro level are very different on the micro level.
Unless there is a systematic understanding of these tasks, archeology cannot be taken casually.
It would be great if we could find a way to get more people from the academy to work here.
Isn't the scientific research point going up?
Lucius felt that his requirements were not high, and it would be great if he could produce a series of related technologies from industrial preparation to room temperature storage, and so on.
This thing can be used as a bomb as well as a battery, very easy to use.
According to Tom, he intends to conduct investigations from four aspects: Oakleaf Community College's scientific research personnel files, related research projects, cooperative institutions, and funding sources.
This may take a while. But it should pay off.
After staying in the manager's office for a while, Tom left in a hurry when he saw that the players surrounding him had dispersed.
Before Lucius went to the surface, he glanced at the allowance page of the manager system, and unexpectedly found that he could draw a lottery again.
A total of 111 reward points, the number is very auspicious.
Lucius thought for a while, and clicked on the advanced, intermediate, and basic blind boxes.
Maybe it was because he was luck black enough before, but this time the prize was unexpectedly good.
The basic blind box opened a pack of salt-baked dried fish, which is a snack that has never been seen before. The intermediate blind box prescribed 1 injection of epinephrine, and it was the kind of painless injection. One injection directly opened the rage.
The advanced blind box is even more incredible, opened an SSR - a "Hummingbird" drone!
Now Lucius has two cameras that can be used!
"Master."
Getting close to Lucius's calf, Popo raised the camera and looked at him longingly.
Lucius originally wanted to say that he would keep this drone for his own use, but the voice was so pitiful.
This guy stole a set of voice packs from somewhere, he's so good at it!
"Ok, here you go."
After patting the guy's round metal head, Lucius picked it up from the ground and said with a smile.
"Let's go. It's almost dawn, let's go for a walk outside."
...
In fact, the sky outside was not about to dawn, but already dawned. However, Lucius went out a little late recently, and it was relatively early for him to go out before eight o'clock.
This is not because Lucius is not diligent, but mainly because his little players are too diligent. They log in on time every day, and they are more active than going to work.
Lucius still hasn't figured out what the name of the heavy industry base sandwiched between the outpost and Starwood Farm is. His industrious little players have already recaptured the abandoned tire factory from the aliens. up.
The corpses of mutated mice and cockroaches piled up into hills, and those cute newbies wielding cold weapons had already killed like crazy.
The Raiders of Shelter 117 and Greenhouse Ruins are also progressing steadily.
Especially for the former, the players even evolved a new set of team formation rules themselves, which shocked even Lucius when he saw it.
Sure enough, the third-rate planners will get leeks, the second-rate planners will get leeks but manipulate them bring more leeks, and the first-rate planners will not only know how to plant leeks them, but also the right way to use them.
And as a top planner who is proficient in human nature, he can not only activate the leeks, but also make the leeks move by themselves.
"So good."
All blood earned. A world where no one loses is really great!
On the elevator.
As soon as Lucius arrived on the surface, the new warehouse manager trained by Old Luka greeted him and said respectfully.
"My lord, Brown Farm sent an envoy."
Lucius remembered that the name of the middle-aged man in front of him was Guoba. He was once a slave at the Brown Farm, and later entered the dungeon of the Bloody Hand clan. Since it was too costly to pronounce the name, I conveniently changed his name to Mike.
As for the other granary manager, his name is Gumil.
"Envoy from Brown's Farm? What business do they have?"
Mike said respectfully.
"The envoy brought 5,000 kilograms of yams and 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, saying that they were tributes from Mr. Brown, and the envoy also said that they really have nothing left."
Lucius was slightly stunned, completely confused by this sentence, and didn't understand what it meant for a while.
He didn't remember asking him for it.
But there is one thing to say, Mr. Brown, who has never met before, is willing enough. A full ten tons of grain can be taken as soon as you say it, it seems that it is not ordinary fertilizer.
Lucius couldn't help thinking.
Maybe I can borrow some more.
"Did the messenger say anything else?"
Mike nodded and continued.
"The emissary also said that he hoped that your residents would exercise a little restraint... They have heard gunshots and explosions from the direction of the Tundra Street subway station for several days in a row, which is less than one kilometer away from Brown Farm. His exact words were, if it's a joke, it's not funny at all."
Hearing this sentence, Lucius's expression was a little subtle.
As soon as he heard about the explosion, he immediately guessed that it was probably Moles and Mosquito who made too much noise at the entrance of shelter 117, scaring the people at Brown Farm.
But think about it too.
There is a neighbor who is very good at shooting next to him. If he has nothing else, he has more guns and bullets. In just one month, there is nothing to shoot except for the lake on the west.
Now this neighbor brought people to the door of the house, and shot and fired every day. Obviously, he was celebrating the New Year in advance.
Everyone has to panic.
It's just that Lucius really didn't expect that the farmer would be so cowardly that he would drag food to his door and beg for mercy.
Seeing that the manager did not speak, Mike asked cautiously.
"My lord, the envoy of Brown Farm is in the reception room, do you need me to take you to see him?"
When he came back to his senses, Lucius looked at Mike.
"No, you asked him to send a message to the farmers of Brown Farm for me, saying thank you for their generous donation. In addition, our residents didn't intend to disturb, they were just conducting... er, combat exercises against alien species."
After a pause, Lucius continued.
"The exercise will end within a week, so let them not think too much, and don't worry too much. Shelter 404 is the defender of regional order, and we look forward to friendly and equal trade with them."
"In addition, you can entertain those envoys for lunch before sending them back. They have generously donated so much food to us, and the due courtesy should be given."
Mike nodded respectfully.
"As you order, my lord."
...
Reception room.
Rowan paced back and forth in the room with a sad expression on her face.
Mr. Brown stayed up all night last night and lost his temper, which made them restless.
Early in the morning, his boss, Karunas, called him to take the packed caravan to Wetland Park four kilometers away, and dedicate the supplies in the car to the lord there.
Rowan counted the supplies in the car, and there were a total of 10,000 kgs, which really surprised him.
You know, this early winter has caused the farm to lose a whole season of grain. Not only the meals of the slaves were reduced to one meal a day, but even the meals of these servants were reduced again and again, and there was not even a little oil and water in the bowls.
With so many supplies distributed to neighbors, wouldn't the owner worry about running out of food in winter?
However, this is not something he can worry about as a servant.
At this time, the door opened.
Mike who received him came in from the outside.
Rowan recognized this person, remembering that he used to be a slave who harvested wheat on the farm, but now he could only pretend not to know him, and greeted him with a smile on his face.
"Sir, have you met the manager?"
He didn't give him any preferential treatment because of his status as a "Villager", Mike said with a business-like attitude.
"My lord has already understood your appeal and expressed my gratitude to Mr. Brown for his generous donation. The drill at the Tundra Street subway station will end within a week. He said that this is not aimed at you, so don't worry too much. In addition, in order to avoid accidental injury, he hopes that your people will try not to get close during the exercise, this is for your own good."
Rowan looked blank.
"Exercise?"
"Yes, my lord said, this is a combat exercise against alien species." Mike didn't know how to explain this word, so he could only repeat what the lord manager said.
Rowan nodded blankly.
Listen to what these people mean, the gunfire at Tundra Street subway station will continue for another week?
What's happening there isn't against them though, so don't worry about it.
In any case, he has already received a reply, this mission is considered complete, and he can go back to business. He only hoped that this reply would satisfy Mr. Brown, after all, that man's tantrum was really horrible.
"Thank you for hearing our appeal, and I will convey it to Mr. Brown," Rowan said respectfully.
Mike nodded and watched him continue.
"In addition, Master Manager told me that if you are not in a hurry to set off, let me treat you to lunch before you go on the road. The road conditions at noon will be safer."
Rowan did not refuse.
On the one hand, as the person in charge of receiving him said, the road conditions at noon will be safer than in the morning. On the other hand, being able to wait for a meal before leaving is more comfortable than going on the road on an empty stomach.
Before he set off, he didn't eat anything, but stuffed a piece of green wheat cake in his pocket, which was cold and hard, like a stone. The pot of boiling water hanging on his waist was already cold, so it was lucky that it didn't freeze.
"Thanks!"
Looking at the submissive man in front of him, Mike suddenly felt that he was a bit pitiful.
When they were in the farm before, what they slaves envied most were the servants who could serve the farmer's family, because only those servants could be counted as human beings, and these serfs could only be regarded as animals.
Even the laundry lady and the shoemaker who shines the shoes of the farmer are much nobler than they are. Not only can you live in a house made of wood or bricks, but you can also eat two hot meals, and you will be punished if you make a mistake occasionally, and you will not be dragged out just because you are old or disabled.
But now, he felt that this man who used to stand tall in front of him was now like a poor wretch.
Perhaps in this world, only Master Manager can liberate them.
"You're welcome."
Mike paused, and repeated the words of the manager.
"The manager said that this is a due courtesy."
