Winter had yet to arrive, but the weather was getting colder by the day.
Strolling through the town, Angora looked up at the clear sky and sighed subconsciously.
By the time winter arrived, he would not be able to see the blue skies for almost three months.
The people in the town did not stop because winter was coming. Instead, they became even busier.
The planting of spirit oats in the farmlands, the construction of wooden houses, hunting for meat and fur, and the construction of simple fortifications with wood to defend against the undead that might appear outside the town — none of these tasks could be interrupted and could only be carried out simultaneously.
It was fortunate that Angora had the Overlord System, so tasks such as planting crops and building dwellings that were time consuming and laborious could be done automatically by asking the elderly who could not help with other tasks to pray, freeing up the few youths in the town to carry out more important tasks.
"My lord, you're here." The old village head popped out of nowhere, and his murky eyes showed a hint of delight when he saw Angora inspecting the progress of the dwellings. "The last batch of wheat blessed by divine spells has been harvested."
"Good job. Let's plant some other vegetables before the winter season comes."
Angora took out a small cloth bag. Inside it were the vegetable seeds he had redeemed from the System yesterday.
The process in the farmlands was basically this:
Planting spirit wheat → Ripening and harvesting half would be stored in the granary while the other half would be sold to the System → Ninety percent of the game coins earned would be used to buy new seeds → Planting spirit wheat.
It was an unchanging cycle.
And the game coins saved would be used to buy new farmlands and build wooden dwellings.
However, there was a limit to the number of wheat seeds sold in Penguin Farm Shop each day, and when it snowballed to a certain extent, Angora realized that even if he sold out all the wheat seeds sold each day, it would not be enough to satisfy the current number of farmlands.
If he wanted to increase the number of wheat seeds sold, he would first have to level up Penguin Farm, which in turn meant raising his lordship level and territory prosperity level on the main page. Either way, it was a rather distant goal at the moment.
At first, Angora had complained about that, feeling that the System Shop was being too stingy by only selling so few things.
But he soon realized that the name of the system was the 'Overlord Game System' and not the 'Farmer Game System'.
For most people, farming was equivalent to rations, and it was normal for them to work in the fields all day. But for a lord like him, farming was just a part of his territory.
When the only granary in the town was filled with wheat, Angora began to think about planting some vegetables or something.
For the citizens of this poor little town, being able to eat their fill every day was already a blessing. Angora, on the other hand, was a noble. He could tolerate having to eat dry rations for a few days, but he would definitely go insane if he had to eat wheat rice for the entire winter …
The old chief solemnly received the pouch from Angora.
A few days ago, when the old man saw the wheat that had matured a few hours after being planted, he was so excited that tears streamed down his face. Even the deep wrinkles on his face seemed to have lessened a lot.
As for Angora, who had created such a miracle, the old man's attitude towards him had changed from his usual perfunctory attitude to one of extreme respect.
It was a pity that Angora could not change the old man's mindset to 'I'm not the great one, but the God of Games we believe in' despite several attempts. Otherwise, the old man's devotion would have made him a devout believer right after he joined the church.
"By the way, did you see any revenants outside the town?"
Angora asked in concern.
Everything in the town was progressing smoothly, and the only thing that worried him was the undead wandering around outside the town.
"Not at the moment." The old man kept the pouch in his arms like it was a treasure. He clutched his chest tightly and shook his head. "Apart from the skeleton at the beginning, a few young hunters have been patrolling the area for a few days, but they didn't see any revenants."
"Is that so …"
Angora breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually, my lord, you don't have to worry too much about that. Vela doesn't have much experience, and she might be exaggerating … It's normal for the royal army to miss one or two skeletons when they sweep through the revenants. Those weak revenants wouldn't stand a chance against the hunters in the town. " The old man could tell that Angora was concerned about the matter, and so consoled him. "Especially this year, when the royal army even burned the forest to hunt down the revenants. The fact that they would retreat so easily means that not many revenants have escaped. "
"Then would there be more revenants coming out of the Valley of the Tragic Dead?" Angora asked.
"No. Revenants would never leave the Valley of the Tragic Dead during winter. At least, I've never encountered such a thing in my sixty-plus years of life. So don't worry, my lord. Nothing would happen. "
"If only that was the case."
Angora sighed.
Unlike the old man, he did not have the rich life experience of the old man, but he had the cheating device known as the System.
And now, a quest [Defend the town and wait for reinforcements] had suddenly popped up on the quest panel that usually had very little presence. Out of his trust in the System or the mysterious god behind it, Angora believed that there would definitely be enough revenants nearby to threaten the entire town!
'If only I knew when the Players would arrive here.' Angora thought inwardly.
The quest requirement to defend the town and wait for reinforcements was to wait for the other Players to arrive. If that was the case, there would definitely be combatants amongst the other Players … just like how most lords would have guardian knights around them.
Why wasn't there a countdown timer on the notification of 'the Players are arriving' …
Just as Angora was feeling very troubled over the matter, he suddenly shuddered.
The northern winds were howling, and the weather seemed to have become even colder.
Angora looked up, only to find that the sky that had been clear for miles just a moment ago was now covered in thick, gloomy clouds.
Little by little, white snowflakes were falling from the gloomy skies.