After slaughtering this small goblin camp, Night Threefold's soul energy reached 29 points, enough to safely sustain him for two days. However, what surprised him even more was the presence of some urgently needed items in this camp.
Wood!
Behind a tent, there was a large pile of logs, roughly over fifty in number!
"Well, with corpses, logs, and coins, the conditions for the Necrotic Farm are complete," Night Threefold nodded. He had initially considered cutting down the wood himself in case it was necessary, but now it seemed like he could save himself some trouble.
However, the challenge now was how to transport the goblin corpses and logs back to the makeshift burial site. According to the information provided by the first goblin he killed, the burial site was rarely visited by others, making it an ideal secret base. Yet, leaving the corpses unattended might attract wild beasts, and the logs were too heavy for him and the frail old skeleton to manage efficiently.
Moreover, he was injured.
Night Threefold pulled out the embedded knife from his left shoulder and applied a lump of dark, gooey ointment he found in the goblin camp. The substance had been identified by the system as "Inferior Ointment," with an unpleasant odor but somewhat effective. Considering his undead nature and low blood volume, the wound should heal quickly if he refrained from excessive movement.
After contemplating for a while, Night Threefold returned to the makeshift burial site and summoned two skeletons.
Since goblin corpses were too fresh for proper reanimation, he had to summon zombies, requiring two soul points each. Besides, goblin bodies were too short and unsuitable for human-like reanimated corpses. However, skeletons were a cost-effective alternative, requiring only one soul point each.
With little hesitation, he selected the skeletons.
Unfortunately, these two skeletons seemed to have been buried for a long time, in worse condition than the old skeleton. One was missing its left hand, and the other its right. Nevertheless, they were barely usable.
"In the future, when summoning skeletons, I should check what I'm getting first," Night Threefold mused as he watched the skeletons laboriously load the bodies onto a cart.
Disposing of a goblin camp in the morning and transporting the loot back to the makeshift burial site in the afternoon, Night Threefold finally breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the construction interface.
"Necrotic Farm, construct!"
Choosing a relatively flat area near the burial site, Night Threefold dumped the required materials and silently invoked the command.
However, nothing happened.
Night Threefold: ...
Scratching his head, he tried several times, attempting to figure out the trick.
"This system is too realistic," he muttered, watching the old skeleton bury the bodies in the prepared soil while the two disabled skeletons skillfully sawed the wood.
It wasn't the instant emergence or a grand descent of a complete structure that he had anticipated. However, the system had not gone too far. If Night Threefold had to command the skeletons on how to build, he would have given up on the existence of the construction page for the rest of his life.
After working on it the whole morning, eliminating a goblin camp, and spending the afternoon moving the loot to the makeshift burial site, Night Threefold finally relaxed. He opened the construction interface.
"Necrotic Farm, construct!"
Selecting a somewhat level area near the burial site, Night Threefold tossed the necessary materials in place. However, to his dismay, nothing occurred.
Night Threefold: ...
Scratching his head, he attempted multiple times, trying to unravel the enigma.
"This system is quite realistic."
Observing the old skeleton burying the bodies in the prepared ground while the two impaired skeletons adeptly sawed the wood, Night Threefold's eye twitched. It wasn't the instant appearance or the grandiose descent of a fully-fledged building he had imagined. Nonetheless, the system hadn't gone too far. If he had to micromanage the skeletons for construction, he would resign from the existence of the construction page for the rest of his existence.
The three skeletons, now assigned to construction tasks, magically transformed into skilled craftsmen, knocking together a wooden house.
Hmm, and the farmland in front of the house measured approximately 2525 square meters, roughly the size of a basketball court.
"Well... small," Night Threefold murmured, casting a disdainful glance.
While bodies and wood were manageable, the 100 gold coins were genuinely painful. Considering that one gold coin, when frugally spent, could support a commoner for a month, the complaint might not be entirely convincing. However, Night Threefold felt that the ramshackle wooden house in front of him wasn't worth a hundred gold coins.
But, since it was built, the crucial task was to maximize its functionality.
"Since it's a farm, I should plant something, right?"
After ensuring the three skeletons hadn't squirreled away any gold coins but had genuinely used them, Night Threefold, rubbing his temples, realized he lacked seeds.
Unless he brought the bodies stuffed with silverleaf grass here?
As he hesitated, a faint jingling sound suddenly reached his ears. Turning around, Night Threefold saw Weng Ling, not far behind him, sneaking around.
"These clumsy folks can't even see such obvious bells!"
The stealth failed, and Weng Ling, looking chagrined, straightened up and cleared her throat.
"Well... how was your day?" she inquired.
"It was fine, quite fulfilling," Night Threefold patted his buttocks and stood up. "It's been less than a day; why are you here?"
Weng Ling gave him a disdainful look, "What's wrong? Can't I check if my ranger was chopped to death by goblins?"
Afterward, she suddenly sniffed and focused on Night Threefold's shoulder.
"You're injured?"
"Mm-hmm."
Night Threefold nodded, then extended his palm to Weng Ling.
"What does this mean?"
"See, I'm so badly hurt. Don't you have compensation gold? It's called workers' compensation!"
"Compensation? That's for dead people; it's called work injury compensation!" Weng Ling's eyebrows flickered.
"Oh, that's good. Just remember it for me, and we'll settle it when it's payday."
But Weng Ling did not pay any attention to his nonsense. Instead, she approached, ready to peel off his armor.
"Hey, what are you..."
"Don't move! Let me check your wound."
In fact, Night Threefold couldn't move even if he wanted to. Weng Ling's strength was like a titan's, and soon, she tore his shirt into pieces.
"Hiss! Such a severe injury! Where were you?"
Ignoring Night Threefold's mournful look, Weng Ling spread her right palm, and a faint golden light enveloped it. Seeing this, Night Threefold was almost scared out of his wits.
Healing Blessing!
Weng Ling turned out to be a cleric!
"Stop, I'm not that badly injured! Seriously, I don't want any compensation gold!" Night Threefold struggled.
But Weng Ling merely gave him a glance. "Such a big man, are you afraid of a little needle? Relax, I'll be gentle."
With that, she approached, and her palm was about to press down on Night Threefold's shoulder.
If she succeeded, even a fool would know he was an undead.
Whoever heard of the Holy Light making a sizzling sound?
In a critical moment, Night Threefold's eyes rolled, and he shouted to the side, "Hey, someone... come over and meet Lord!"
Sure enough, Weng Ling was startled by his shout and quickly released him, standing up.
To control the struggling Night Threefold, she almost rode on him. Add the torn clothes scattered around; what would others think?
The tale of the Lady and the Ranger?
Then she saw an old man with two young men carrying logs hurrying over. She recognized the old man, but she had no impression of the two young men who were missing a hand each.
"Old Gu, you've already met, and these are my two new servants, Dong Chen and Xi Jiu."