Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game

Chapter 113.2: Yang's Entrustment

"What?" Inspector Lowell suppressed his anger.

"If our undead friends take up the responsibilities of rulers, will their outstanding performance make them more likely to be viewed with hostility by the world outside?" Yang Qiu asked calmly.

Inspector Lowell, who was on the verge of exploding with rage, was stunned.

Then, the ascetic of the Goddess of Prosperity faith, whose face was flushed, gradually paled. The veins on his forehead subsided and cold sweat oozed from the roots of his hair.

But after a few seconds, color returned to his face, and even his cheeks seemed so scarlet that blood was on the verge of dripping out from them.

"You really know how to make things difficult for people," Inspector Lowell said somewhat embarrassedly.

"But it is also the most effective way for us to understand the difficult situation our undead friends are in," Yang Qiu said with a smile. "If even an ascetic like you, who transcends mundane interests, instinctively resents the act of the undead taking on the responsibilities of rulers, what about others?"

Lowell nodded silently.

He understood why Yang, after capturing Wagner Pitt and his soldiers, didn't send anyone to communicate with the Indahl lord to resolve the disputes. Regardless of whether it was Lord Rex on the surface or the undead who actually ruled Weisshem, they weren't destined to coexist peacefully with the Indahl lord.

If Weisshem was in chaos, the Indahl lord would still be able to tolerate the existence of Rex and the strange undead from Taranthan.

But if Weisshem was well-governed, then Rex and the undead would become thorns in the eyes of the Indahl lord and the Bartalis family.

"This isn't something to laugh about, Yang," Lowell couldn't help but say. "Since you are aware of this predicament, are you going to watch Weisshem be engulfed by war?"

With a calm smile, Yang Qiu turned to look at the orcs in the factory, who were carefully taking out the bean curds from the press to make tofu. "Of course not, Inspector. Why do we pursue the path of power? Isn't it precisely to ensure that the beings striving for a better life can have peace?"

Greatly shaken, Lowell stared at Yang Qiu in disbelief.

Yang Qiu droned on nonchalantly, "Predators plunder through force, but protectors need to possess even greater force. Only through struggle can true peace be won. Retreat and compromise will only make peace disappear."

Lowell stared at him blankly for a long time and then couldn't help but nod.

Inspector Lowell hadn't been very convinced the last time Yang spoke of his doctrine of strength. But this time, Inspector Lowell understood how serious the man in front of him really was.

"You want to challenge the Indahl lord No, you want to challenge the power structure of the Rhine Kingdom. That is what you truly want to do, right?" Inspector Lowell Rowell exclaimed, "No, wait, perhaps you didn't initially set the Rhine Kingdom as your target. Did you also consider the Duchy of Shiga?"

"Yes," Yang Qiu didn't conceal his thoughts. "Initially, I planned to choose between the Duchy of Shiga and the Rhine Kingdom since both are close to Taranthan."

Inspector Lowell grimaced. "Can you tell me why you didn't choose the Duchy of Shiga?"

"Because the social conflicts in the Duchy of Shiga are relatively less acute than that of the Rhine Kingdom," Yang Qiu answered frankly. "Shiga places emphasis on agriculture, and except for the historically special town of Camore, the lower-class people in most areas of the duchy possess lands. Prices aren't too distorted, and they can meet the basic needs of survival. The dissatisfaction of the people with the current status hasn't yet reached the point of urgently needing to replace the current ruling officials."

Lowell: ""

He finally understood why this guy had shown himself in Camore, and even visited Viscount Lynn and the mayor there

"I didn't plan on taking action so soon, but our undead friends are so keen on eliminating evil that they got involved in Weisshem early," Yang Qiu said, with a slight shake of his head.

Lowell had sighed many times in this exchange. Yang Qiu's straightforwardness made him speechless. "Fine You have been tirelessly talking to me about these shocking and unconventional ideas, so presumably, you are seeking something from me, am I wrong?"

"Don't say such hurtful words, revered inspector. I think our relationship should be that of friends. Friends shouldn't be so calculative with one another." Yang Qiu chuckled. "You can tolerate the impolite stuff I say, and if you declare that you aren't at all curious about how the undead can develop Weisshem into a prosperous place, I won't believe you."

Lowell coughed several times.

Having shamed this sensitive ascetic, Yang Qiu said unabashedly, "Of course, right now, I really need your help with a small favor"

November 6, Earth time, a not-so-mundane Wednesday.

Two days before the monthly rare item auction day, the in-game currency circulated among players skyrocketed again to a high exchange rate of 1:12 RMB.

Even so, the in-game currency was in short supply. Various player teams, blood alliances, and whales hired people to camp at various resource gathering points. Whenever a player settled a quest and was about to log out, a bunch of people would immediately crowd around asking if they wanted to sell their in-game currency.

While the rich bosses were competing fiercely, Yang Qiu and Inspector Lowell were riding on horseback to the Sorensen Mountains.

Looking from slightly over a kilometer distance at the miasma covering the outskirts of the Sorensen Mountains, Inspector Lowell felt his head ache slightly. He turned to Yang and said, "Are you sure you want to ascend here, Yang? This really isn't a good place."

"Grave of Those Who Lose Control, Tomb of the Fallen Some even call this place the Abyss of the Mortal Realm. Indeed, Sorensen's reputation isn't very good." Yang Qiu chuckled lightly. "However, only such a spot can truly be considered a place to sharpen one's spirit. Don't you think so?"

As an ascetic, Lowell wouldn't deny Yang Qiu's theory, but he couldn't support Yang Qiu's risky actions. Thus, he could only say, "I hope you truly get what you are aiming for I can't substitute you for too long."

"Three days. Three days at most, and I'll be out of the mountains," Yang Qiu smiled, slightly bowing to Lowell. "I entrust my undead to you during my absence."

Lowell nodded solemnly.

After a brief exchange, the two parted. Lowell stayed in place, watching Yang Qiu enter the mountain range alone. He continued watching until Yang's silhouette disappeared in the dense miasma, and then he turned back on horseback.

A black-robed inspector of the Church of Prosperity helping a black mage manage his household Were it two months ago, Inspector Lowell would never have believed he would be involved with such a matter in his wildest dreams.

I've been greatly influenced by him too much Lowell sighed.

That was no denying that Yang intrigued him.

The notorious black mage rumored to be lawless, reckless, and chaotic actually analyzed the rules of the material plane with an extremely calm and calculating demeanor.

He mocked the ones supposed to be high-standing and revered, showing no respect for the noblemen. Yet, he would accord respect to the orcs from the Outer Continent, considered by most as an inferior race.

He tirelessly emphasized that when judging the civilization of a territory or a country, one shouldn't look from top to bottom, but rather, focus on the people at the bottomhow they lived and whether their survival needs were met.

Countless times he had reiterated that his undead sought justice and order. At first, Lowell assumed it was all just self-praise and a joke, but reality proved that Yang hadn't been jokingWeisshem had been under Yang's control for almost half a month, and Lowell hadn't seen any bit of chaos.

For quite some time already, Yang and these peculiar Taranthan undead shattered Lowell's long-held perspectives. While feeling uncomfortable, Lowell couldn't help but be curious. Just as Yang said, he was genuinely curious about how the undead would develop Weisshem.

Even though Lowell knew that the results he saw would make him, who was accustomed to the existing rules of the world, uneasy, he still couldn't resist

With complicated sentiments, Inspector Lowell returned to the large house in Weisshem and handed over his ride to Wagner for care.

After having tea in the hall for a bit, he felt restless; he felt compelled to do something after Yang's entrust. Thus, Lowell put on his cloak and went out, taking a stroll along the bustling town's main street in the midst of reconstruction.

As he passed by a construction site overseen by the undead, a few skeletons curiously peered over at Lowell as he passed by alone.

"Why is the pretty boy alone today? Where's Old Yang?"

With the cuckoo flower lapel badge on his chest, Lowell could hear their words clearly.

Lowell: ""

Keeping a straight face, Lowell looked at those few undead for a moment, then quickened his pace and walked away.

One player asked in surprise, "Hey, I'm not seeing things, right? Wasn't the pretty boy glaring at us?"

Another player jumped up abruptly and exclaimed excitedly, "Whoa, wait a minute! That pretty boy usually ignores us completely. Today, he actually acknowledged us!"

Upon hearing this, players, who were busy doing manual labor quests, immediately abandoned their tools and took off after Lowell, who hadn't gone far.

"Wait up, Lowell-san~ Is there anything your undead friends can help you with~?"

Lowell: "?"