Chapter 441 Labor Is Needed

"Collectors..."

Gwei pondered the new name Wuming gave them, thinking.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this name?" Wuming said, "Harvester?"

"No, I'm curious why we have never been asked to do this before." Gwei's almost invisible eyes were sharp, "There have always been so many bugs."

"As expected of bugs, they have good brains." Wuming sighed, "The reason is simple, there was not so much labor shortage before. Now, we are short of labor."

"Why is there a labor shortage?" Gwei asked.

"We have been promoting the bond before. The weather has been good in the past six months. Guess what?" Wuming said leisurely, "The reproductive cycle of humans is much slower than that of insects."

Gwei said, "So too much manpower is occupied."

Wuming said, "In fact, it's not too much. It's mainly because Serui predicted that the demand for materials and territory will surge in the future. I have to make use of the ruins of the war and the materials scattered in various places in the border area as much as possible."

Wuming clapped his hands suddenly, "By the way, you can call scavengers."

"Forget it, let's call them collectors." Gwei said, "We will try our best to help you, but don't be too optimistic. There are not as many insects as you think. We lack the environment for reproduction, and many individuals have died recently."

"Alas, it would be great if there were several Marennias." Wuming said, "Can you only rely on Marennia to reproduce? Do you think I can do it? I can also be your mother."

"Your nature is more dangerous than corruption." Gwei crossed his ten hands and made several gestures of rejection, as if the golden tree rejected the thorns.

"People, we are short of people."

Wuming left with a sad face, thinking about how to increase the labor force.

Puppetry can solve some simple labor problems, but more complex, more arduous, or more flexible work, still needs to be solved by living things.

Wuming also experienced the cycle of corruption from prosperity to decline. He has conquered all the land in the border area. It is no longer the time for barbaric expansion. He can only be thrifty.

How to use manpower more efficiently is the problem that Wuming has to think about now. If we rashly increase everyone's working hours, it may cause madness; those repetitive labor work will hardly improve everyone's enthusiasm and efficiency.

"Is there no way to make those unlucky children grow up into labor immediately..." Wuming was distressed. When he sent Michaela back to Hu Village, he also held a video conference in Hu Village to brainstorm.

"This is simple." Se Lian learned about Wuming's troubles and said that he had a good way.

"Do you have a way?" Wuming was surprised.

"The answer is the magic realm." Se Lian extended his index finger.

"Oh~ Magic Realm!" Wuming suddenly realized, "What is that?"

"That was in the past, starting from the highest bell tower of the academy,

a magic circle covering the entire academy.

The vivid success experience is similar to the inspiration that makes people understand instantly──

It can make a baby who can't walk yet grow into a magician."

After introducing, Se Lian looked at Wuming meaningfully:

"Do you understand?"

"Yes...Is it a little bit not good?" Wuming seemed a little embarrassed, wanting to accept but not accept.

"Absolutely not." Millicent slashed in front of Wuming with a knife, blocking Wuming's eager eyes staring at Se Lian, "What's the difference between that and Xia Bolili."

Millicent felt that as a sun warrior, it was necessary to defend the bottom line of the caravan and not let her teacher listen to the slander of those unscrupulous pyroxene magicians.

Millicent stared at Wuming earnestly and sincerely:

"Teacher, have you forgotten what Xia Boli did? We can't learn from them."

Wuming turned his eyes slightly: "Who is Xia Boli? I am a zombie. I don't remember it."

"It's impossible anyway." Millicent did not give in. Wherever Wuming's eyes turned, her knife followed.

Wuming was at a loss. His sight was blocked by the knife. He looked at Millicent:

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Millicent wilted: "No."

"In the end, there is still nothing to do." Wuming put his hands behind his back, looking very melancholy. He passed through Millicent's virtual image and turned to walk towards the sea.

Wuming stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the turbulent waves and splashing water, and he wanted to jump down.

If he didn't know how to swim, he would really jump.

"I have done all the good things in my life, why didn't the gods come down from the sky to help me when I encountered difficulties." Wuming said.

Before he finished speaking, Wuming felt his eyes darken.

He looked up sharply, and a figure blocked the light of the golden tree and was falling quickly.

Wuming quickly cast gravity magic on him to help slow down the man and pull him in front of him.

"The Supreme Will really sent me a savior?" Wuming was surprised to pull the man over, and after a closer look, he found that he looked familiar.

There was a wagtail feather in the pointed hat, and a green gem under the brim, elegant and beautiful.

The exquisite leather jacket was designed with a green belt, and was also decorated with emeralds, with delicate and luxurious decoration.

"Roger?" Wuming was surprised.

Roger was caught by Wuming, and was also a little surprised, and then squeezed out an awkward smile to Wuming:

"I just wanted to use my magic sword to climb the cliff, but the sword disappeared and fell down..."

Wuming stared at Roger and cried excitedly:

"Why did you come to Nirvana just now! Nirvana, you bastard."

"If you have something to say, don't curse." Roger stood still, unable to bear the nameless enthusiasm.

Wuming immediately stopped crying and said seriously and seriously:

"Stop talking nonsense, my people are here."

"Who?" Roger asked, looking a little confused.

Wuming's eyes widened, so big that he could see through his helmet:

"Don't tell me you forgot."

"Give me a hint?" Roger asked tentatively.

Seeing that Roger was pretending to be stupid, Wuming gritted his teeth and said, "Where are the people? Where are my people?"

He picked up Roger's collar:

"Where's the promised labor force of the Dead?"

Roger suddenly realized: "Oh, you have such a good memory about that matter. You still remember it after so long."

"Don't tell me you forgot." Wuming's eyes were bloodshot, and he had already drawn his sword and put it in front of Roger's neck.

Roger raised his hands in surrender and sweatdropped:

"Don't worry, I didn't forget it, but I've been very busy recently and haven't had time to help you."

"Do you know that integrity is very important?" Wuming was in disbelief and felt that Roger was unreasonable. "Does it mean you can't fulfill your promise if you are busy?"

Roger sighed: "If these two things are really two things, I will definitely help you get it done first. Unfortunately, until this thing is done, I can't fulfill my promise - I can't provide the dead."

"It's not a good habit to make casual agreements." Wuming's sword came closer.

"There is nothing we can do, the hunters are hunting for the dead." Roger said, "If I get too many dead for you, it will attract the dead hunters. Have you seen the Holy Law of the Dead?" Wherever the hunter stops, a dozen of them will be killed. Speaking of which, can the dead be beaten to death..."

"Death Hunter?" Wuming frowned, "Which bastard dares to mess with my business."

"You've seen it before." Roger took advantage of Wuming's thinking and calmly took a few steps back to avoid the sword, "He took off your wheels back then."

"It's that kid." Wuming suddenly realized, "Didn't you save his life back then? Why didn't he let you go?"

"Faith is something that is not so easy to give up." Roger lamented, "Besides, I helped Miss Feiya escape, and he hates me so much."

"Fiya, who is it?" Wuming asked.

"You have seen the Round Table Hall, and I hugged you." Roger said.

"I'm a living corpse, I have a bad memory." Wuming waved his hand.

Roger rolled his eyes and said to Wuming:

"Miss Feiya is the girl from Death Sleep."

"Oh." Wuming nodded without any reaction.

Roger continued: "She is called the Mother of the Dead."

Wuming was alert: "Can she give birth to dead people? Are these dead people born to her?"

"Since it's called this name, it makes sense." Roger said in a leisurely tone.

"I suddenly felt that this name was very kind. We must have had a close friendship before and had an irreversible relationship." Wuming said, "That Miss Feiya... where is Feiya's mother now?"

"It's not far from here. I originally wanted to explore the road and see if the village under the cliff could be a place for us to hide for a while." Roger said.

"Are you being hunted by Deathborn hunters?" Wuming asked.

Roger nodded: "It doesn't count as a pursuit - D should not be willing to kill us unless it is absolutely necessary."

"I protect you." Wuming made a decisive decision and said righteously, "How can we ignore the beautiful girl in crisis? Drawing a sword to help when the road is rough is the teaching of our sun, and I, the sun warrior, will never sit idly by."

"Didn't you forget about Miss Feiya? How did you know she was a beautiful girl?" Roger smiled.

"You don't need to look, I know. People are beautiful when they have a kind heart. Hurry up and pick her up."

Wuming said, picked up Roger, got on the freight elevator next to Hu Village, and headed straight to the lake area. Under Roger's instructions, he came to a ruins.

"Where is it? Mother Feiya?" Wuming looked around, "No."

Roger squatted down and picked up a golden centipede on the watery ground with a solemn expression:

"Oops, it came so fast."

"The hunter is here?" Wuming asked.

Roger nodded and turned to look at Wuming: "I'm not far away, please do me a favor, but don't..."

Roger was speechless, Wuming had already left.

Not long after, Wuming ran over holding a girl in black robe: "It's done."

Roger confirmed the identity of the girl in black robe. With her blond hair and delicate face, she was indeed Feiya.

Roger felt relieved and asked Wuming: "Where is D? You won't kill him, right?"

"I kicked him away." Wuming said, "This guy is really insidious, and he's still hiding in the fog. Fortunately, I have sharp eyesight, and I can see him hiding in the fog and trying to attack me at a glance. I'll kill him with one kick. He kicked out."

"In the mist?" Roger was a little confused, "Black mist? When did he learn the move with the two fingers?"

"It's not black." Wuming shook his head.

"Is that silver?" Roger thought, "The move of Eternal City? No, the fog is poisonous, how could he hide there..."

"It's not silver mist either." Wuming waved his hand.

"It's not black or silver, so what kind of fog is there?" Roger said, "Cold freezing fog? Poisonous fog? It can't be pyroxene fog, right?"

"I didn't see it clearly, there was a bit of yellow mist." Wuming recalled.

"Yellow..." Roger thought for a while, with a strange expression on his face, "It won't be a little bit black, right?"

"It seems a bit darker, more gray." Wuming said.

Roger looked at the pitiful Fiya who was standing aside without saying a word:

"Miss Feiya, you don't have to do that. D won't kill us - probably not."

"Your judgment of your friend is filled with too many emotions." Feiya said softly. She took off her hood and gently peeled off the light silk on her shoulders.

There was a scar on his fair shoulder.

Feiya said: "In other words, you didn't expect his feelings for you."

Roger was confused for a moment, then surprised, and then a little sad.

Only Wuming was completely out of the situation, a little at a loss:

"What's going on? It seems like I'm the only one who doesn't know anything about this situation."

"It's okay." Roger put away his sadness and smiled at Wuming, "Thank you for saving them. To express my gratitude, I will try my best to help you - this is the same as Miss Feiya's wish."

Feiya listened to Roger and Wuming talk about the dead people, and said to Wuming:

"I have also heard Mr. Roger talk about your appeal. I will help you."

Wuming looked up and down at Feiya's figure. She was neither slim nor plump.

"Are you really capable of birthing and dying?" Wuming was a little doubtful.

"I am protecting the dead," Feiya said, "protecting them like a mother."

"That means you can't produce dead ones?" Wuming was disappointed.

"It's possible, but it doesn't rely on procreation." Feiya said, "We have summarized a set of methods that can bring the dead back to life."

"Elaborate." Wuming took out his notes.

"With the help of the power of Godwin, the dead prince, and contact with the body of the dead prince, it will be easier for the dead to be born." Feiya said, "With the help of the power of the brand, the dead will be more likely to be revived."

"Godwin..." Wuming muttered, "Who is it?"

Roger reminded him: "The face of Stone City is one of the dead prince's bodies, just use that."

"Oh, that." Wuming remembered, "How do you know."

"You fought with that thing, didn't you? No one knows yet." Roger said, "Although it is secret, it is widely circulated in certain circles."

Roger looked at Wuming meaningfully: "The Deadborn hunters also treat you with ease."

Wuming didn't take it seriously. There was only one thing on his mind right now, which was to create the Dead One first.

"I'm afraid there are still some problems that you need to solve first." Feiya said, "If you want to create a dead person."

"What?"

"Find the boat."