Achoo!"
Bede covered her nose and glanced at Night Three More with a hint of complaint. Despite West Old taking care of the bonfire, and oh, it seems that East Dust was also driven out to add firewood in the wee hours of the night, the chilling temperature in the room was still unbearable for her.
In order to feel a bit warmer, she had thought of getting up several times to squeeze next to Night Three More. However, every time, that ruthless man glared her back and said:
Bede: Can I...
Night Three More: No!
Bede: But I'm cold...
Night Three More: You can do sit-ups or freestyle swimming on the bed, whatever, but you must lie next to me until dawn!
Damn sit-ups and freestyle swimming!
Now, she found herself catching a cold together. Come on! She used to be a legendary succubus. If the Demon Emperor knew about this, he would probably burst into laughter!
However, after Night Three More got up, he ignored her completely and went to look at the white cat in the cage.
For this cat, which had been sleeping all the time, he even specially scavenged an old cage in the city of Lorran!
Seeing that the cage was even lined with cloth and fur, Bede now seriously doubted Night Three More's orientation.
"Am I not as cute as a cat?"
Bede looked at Night Three More, who was continuously caressing the sleeping cat with his hands, and couldn't help but think.
"It still won't wake up..." Night Three More scratched his head and then gave the cat another pat.
According to Bede, this cat had lost all its magic power, regressing into an ordinary house cat. But Night Three More, daring enough, started petting it after only a day. Well, it was just too comfortable.
He even opened the cat's eyes behind, trying to see if it was pretending to sleep, but unfortunately, he couldn't tell.
But what surprised him was that not only did the fur of this cat turn from black to white, but its blood-red pupils also changed, turning into bright and shiny sapphire blue.
It became even cuter...
"Too bad it won't move."
Thinking of the day when the cat circled his trouser legs, Night Three More smiled and stood up.
He found that he surprisingly liked cats.
Then, he began to contemplate his plans for the day.
Of course, first, he had to start with checking his soul power, that troublesome thing.
After dawn, a total of 32 soul powers were deducted from him, which equaled the consumption of 120 novice skeletons and one skill resurrection skeleton.
It turned out that to enjoy the soul-saving effect of the corpse-wood house, one only needed to stay inside for two hours. To verify this, he even asked East Dust to climb down from the bed.
But that cold temperature was really annoying. Even he felt a bit unbearable. If it weren't for cherishing his soul power, he would have wanted to go and roast by the fire with East Dust and West Old.
"There are still 1168 soul powers left, enough for about a month at most. But if I dismiss one of East Dust and West Old, it will be enough to last me for three months..."
Thinking about it, Night Three More turned his head and looked at the two skeletons with severed arms, furrowing his brows.
"Never mind, it's rare to have two humans among a group of goblins who look fairly pleasing. Let's keep them for now. If there really is no way, then... oh no, how did I forget about this!"
Night Three More slapped his head. He remembered that there were still 590 goblin corpses piled up at the messy burial mound. Considering the current weather in late summer and early autumn, all of them would probably swell or start to hatch flies by noon today.
"I must deal with these bodies first!"
Although Night Three More was an undead, he couldn't stand being in the company of flies and maggots. This was also the reason why he had been reluctant to recruit undead servants until now.
Moreover, with a charming succubus by his side, who needed those stinky zombies?
"Achoo!"
Night Three More turned around, scanned the surroundings, and then expressionlessly turned back.
"People really don't know how to take care of their bodies. She expects me to take care of her, but she can't even take care of herself. The maintenance cost is so high!"
After finishing his complaints, Night Three More gathered all the skeletons except the 20 novice skeletons still farming and summoned them over. Then, he let them directly pounce on the pile of corpses to have their "breakfast."
Although Night Three More also needed these corpses as a resource for future constructions, the rotten bodies were unpleasant and not very useful. It was better to let them consume the flesh and blood promptly to replenish his spiritual energy.
After a series of distant crunching and tearing sounds, Night Three More's spiritual energy began to fluctuate continuously. Finally, it stopped at 592,512, from the initial 2502, which meant that each corpse provided 1 point of spiritual energy.
Seeing this number, Night Three More suddenly had a thought, and his eyebrows relaxed.
"So, this move can be used like this..."
After conversion, 592,512 spiritual energy could be transformed into 592 soul powers. It was enough for Night Three More to get through some time, but instead of converting, he left it there.
Because he just realized that spiritual energy had no upper limit!
"Tsk tsk, it seems like I need to develop towards the identity of a gourmet."
As long as he accumulated spiritual energy regularly, he could use it as a magic crystal when necessary. It was both energy-efficient and environmentally friendly, not to mention it was free.
In Night Three More's opinion, once the food grew, why would anyone buy it?
Thinking of this, he eagerly went to the corpse-wood farm to check the overview sign:
No.1 Intermediate Corpse-Wood Farm: Growth bonus x20 when the workplace is fully staffed (at least one day).
Plot 1: Wheat growing for 25 days, 5 days to harvest.
Plot 2: Newly planted potatoes x1, 45 days to harvest.
Plot 3: Newly planted red chili peppers x3, 2 days to harvest.
Plot 4: Idle.
Looking at the potato and red chili pepper seedlings, which had just been planted yesterday and had already grown into palm-high seedlings today, Night Three More nodded in satisfaction.
The growth speed with a twentyfold bonus was no joke. It would take only 18 days for a year's yield!
He was full of confidence in filling his stomach.
"It's a pity that maple trees can't be planted in the farmland; otherwise, it would be perfect!"
Night Three More, who loved to experiment, naturally gave it a try, but unfortunately, no matter how he tried, the farmland just wouldn't accept it. It was like the time he tried to sow wheat, spitting out all the saplings he buried.
"Tsundere!"
At that time, Night Three More, in a fit of anger, planted ten thousand maple trees in the original Lorran Forest, costing him five gold coins. It was only when the pitiful twenty forest guardian little skeletons completed the tree-planting task that he realized
he had overlooked something.
In the original place, there were densely packed saplings, making a bit of fresh green on the ash-covered soil.
"Oh, unexpectedly, someone manipulated goblins to plant trees here. Interesting."
Feeling proud as he inspected his work, Night Three More suddenly heard a strange voice behind him, sounding eerie.
This kind of oppressive feeling...