The dragon armor was finished very quickly. System auto production really is damn nice.
If he had to make it himself, it would take a freaking year to get it done.
Because these dragon armors were all stitched together layer by layer from dragon scales. Not only did each hard dragon scale need ten or so holes punched into it, they also had to be threaded together with Water Ghost Green Silk, tying them into the shape of a short vest.
And on the shoulders, there were also two especially large dragon scales used as shoulder guards, protecting the residents' shoulders from injury.
The dragon armor as a whole was fiery red, and when worn, it looked especially cool.
Of course, that coolness was only for Ethan.
After all, he was at least wearing a red goblin helmet, so the whole thing looked very red, like a New Year red envelope.
As for the other residents, that was red with green, ugly as hell.
Each of them had a patch of bright green on their heads, their bodies wrapped in bright red dragon armor, a white backpack on their backs, and a big white cleaver in their hands.
Ethan only felt that this scene was really an assault on the eyes.
*Facepalm!*
'Such a headache!'
But there was no way around it. The colors of the equipment were not something he could decide.
Whatever materials you get is what you use to craft. The backpacks were made from snow monster fur, so of course they had to be white.
And as for goblin hats and red dragon armor, that goes without saying.
But who could have thought, that these expensive materials would actually dress them up to look like a plate of green and red pepper stir fried pork over rice?
"Forget it, I can't even look."
(.-`ω´-)
Ethan waved his hand, dumped all the food ingredients and such in his backpack into the warehouse, and told Logistics to get some food ready for the residents.
As for himself, he decided that while the sun had not come out yet and it was not yet time to officially go out, he would first go take a bath and wash his eyes.
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Coming to the swimming pool, Ethan collected the 888 portions of water inside it.
The pool immediately became empty.
Even though the pool water could not be drunk, it could be used to water the fields, wash vegetables and so on, so it could not be wasted.
As for you asking, can water you cannot drink still be used to wash vegetables?
Of course it can, just think about it, when you were little, didn't your mom tell you that unwashed apples could not be eaten, and also that raw water that has not been boiled can not be drunk?
But as long as you rinse the apple under that unboiled raw water once, then both the raw water and the apple can be used.
This is a case of two negatives making a positive.
After Ethan took the water out of the pool, he then poured in the high grade hot spring water he had collected earlier from where he fought the water ghosts.
Immediately the whole swimming pool became steamy and hot.
The temperature was just right at 42 degrees.
At this temperature, the hot spring water was a bit hot but not hot enough to burn you. The moment you soaked in it, it felt insanely comfortable.
While soaking in the hot spring, Ethan opened his magic book and started reading.
It had been a long time since he checked national affairs.
He had to know the world situation, otherwise how could he talk about politics with people?
[Lord Channel!]
This was a new interface that appeared after Ethan became a lord.
There was a red exclamation mark showing on the lord channel.
Seeing a red dot made his hand itch.
So Ethan chose to deal with the messages in the lord channel first and directly opened it. The magic book immediately displayed lines of text on its pages.
[Attention all lords, the Extreme Cold Night will arrive in one day. Countdown 40:35:49]
[This is your second major test as lords. If too many residents and players in your area die, it will directly affect the lord rankings thirteen days later. All lords, do your best.]
[PS: The first place has an important reward.]
After seeing this announcement, Ethan immediately fell into deep thought.
Without even noticing, it had already been four and a half week since he came to this world.
In forty more hours, it would be a full month since he arrived in this world, and that one week mark was a huge test for all players.
Of course, what was testing him now was not just his own food and survival, it was about the entire region, like the livelihood of the people in his area, and as a lord, the survival of the residents under his leadership.
For some reason, Ethan always felt that this fog world had brought all of them here to play a game with some hidden purpose.
And the direction and goal of the tests were also very clear, giving the feeling that it was deliberately filtering certain people, and the difficulty was very high.
It seemed like it wanted to use one challenge after another to screen out some suitable candidates.
As for what those candidates were ultimately going to be used for, with the information he currently had, Ethan could not analyze it directly.
The only thing he knew for sure right now was that if he failed to compete for a top three spot in the twenty six letter regions, he would most likely become like Hunter Five and the others, a resident without self awareness.
But from Ethan's observations during this time, he felt that these residents had not truly lost their consciousness. It was more like their consciousness was overwritten, or blocked.
Because residents would often say some strange things, like—
("When I first came to this world, I also did this,") and similar lines. But usually halfway through saying it, they would quickly "wake up" and think that they were obviously born in the fog world and so on.
It was like a robot with conflicting logic, constantly remembering everything from when they were an Earth human, yet at the same time having their memories quickly erased by the will of this world.
Making them believe that they were really born and raised in the fog world.
If he had to sum it up with a psychology term, it would be cognitive disorder.
The will of this world had the terrifying ability to make people develop cognitive disorders, even making a person think they were someone else.
Ethan did not want to become that kind of person, so he had to find a way to get into the top three of the large regional competition.
[Regional Chat Channel]
["My luck has been pretty good these two days. I actually found a patch of ore, so I finally collected quite a bit of stone. If I go out one more time today, my stone house will be finished."]
["You have it good. There isn't even a single tree near me. I'm living off fishing right now."]
["You actually have fish? How about I trade stone with you?"]
["Sure, private chat!"]
["That's weird. The lord hasn't shown up for two days now. Nothing happened to him, right? I'm still counting on him to lead us through this!"]
["If the nation falls, everyone knows!"]
["Damn the two people above, can you think of something good for once! Even if all of you die, the lord will be fine!"]
["And you're still talking for that cold blooded Ethan? He became a lord and I haven't seen him help us at all. He just enjoys himself. People in his own region are almost dying off and he doesn't even care."] [T/N: Hate isn't enough to express my disgust for these kind of people.]
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