Chapter 95.2: Scumbag Yang

Chapter 95.2: Scumbag Yang

November 1, 5 a.m. Earth time; 9.00 a.m. OtherWorld time.

The eighth month experienced a very early sunrise. The young men and women, who had a completely relaxed few days in Resettlement Zone A (formerly Elegant Dreams Club), got up early too. Gathering in the courtyard, they used the daily necessities provided by the new lord to freshen up, then cleaned their respective living areas and washed their clothes.

It had been four (OtherWorld) days since the territory of Weisshem changed ownership. The people of Weisshem, as well as the young men and women who were gathered and resettled, had gotten accustomed to life under the new lord's rule.

Humans were highly adaptable creatures, and the measures introduced by the new lord—other than closing the red-light district, hiring townsfolk to clean the streets, and trading goods at fair prices—hadn't caused much disgruntlement.

Resentment was further diminished after the new lord released over 200 militiamen. Although some families of the unreleased militiamen still felt dissatisfied, rallying for justice at the town hall in front of those frightening skeletons running all around town required a great deal of courage.

Not to mention, just the previous day, the new lord, Charlie Rex, had put up a notice in front of the town hall, announcing that the new mayor would be a skeleton, and a photo of this undead mayor was even included...

The townsfolk found it difficult to differentiate the undead mayor in the photograph and the many skeletons roaming the streets. Each looked like the mayor, so it was better not to dwell on such a perplexing matter.

But for the time being, whatever reactions the townsfolk had were of no concern to the young men and women in the two resettlement spots.

With no need to entertain unruly customers, no forced consumption of fattening drugs, and being treated like actual people, these former red-light district workers didn't mind whether the new mayor was the undead or the living.

Madam Shirley especially liked her current life. She had cut her long nails, previously carefully maintained to please men, as well as her troublesome long hair. Under the morning sun, she squatted by the water pool with the other young girls washing clothes and bed linens. Their fingers were wrinkled from being soaked in water, but they didn't care. And while hanging the sheets to dry, they could tease each other over stains on the sheets that weren't removed fully.

When Ji Tang and Rex entered the Resettlement Zone A's courtyard, they could see several dozen young women gathered around the water pool, laughing and playing. Even without understanding the conversation of these ladies, they could feel the relaxed atmosphere.

"Morning, Mr. Undead!"

"Morning, Mr. Rex!"

Seeing the new lord enter, Madam Shirley stood up and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Morning, Shirley. Morning, ladies," Rex responded with a wave, smiling.

There wasn't anyone living in the resettlement zones who didn't like Mr. Rex. He cared about their well-being and treated everyone gently. In just a few days of interacting with the people here, he had remembered quite a few names.

Learning that this gentle and strong man was the new lord of Weisshem made the young men and women of the resettlement zones no longer doubt the promise he had made when destroying the establishments' signboards.

"Everyone, I would like to introduce the new mayor of Weisshem, Ji Tang," said Rex while pointing to Ji Tang. "Mayor Ji Tang hopes to recruit some administrative staff to work at the town hall. Would any of you ladies be interested?"

Sibyl's face turned crimson. She had indeed been taken in and raised by the monastery, and she had once been a teacher to children.

That had been the happiest time of her life until she turned 18, and her innate beauty blossomed, changing her life drastically and subjecting her to seemingly endless suffering.

"I..." Sibyl gripped her skirt tightly and, with a trembling voice, plucked up her courage. "I-I do want this job, Mr. Rex. P-please give me this opportunity."

Timid Sibyl was actually a courageous lady that would fight to live on even in the most dire of straits.

Shirley shivered. Sibyl's courage was infectious. Afraid of missing the chance, she immediately blurted out, "Mr. Rex, if it's possible, I'd like to give it a try too."

With these two leading the way, several other literate women mustered the courage to raise their hands too...

Half an hour later, Ji Tang happily brought more than twenty literate, acquiescent young men and women from the resettlement zones to the town hall for training.

The option for recruiting NPCs under the player mayor's authority was actually to recruit "NPCs" that were willing to board the Taranthan ship and serve as resolute sailors, and be temporarily integrated into the imprint matrix.

These "temporary NPCs" had very limited permissions. They couldn't issue quests, had no personal reputation, and even lacked a player interface. Their only function was to overcome the language barrier and be peripheral members within the imprint matrix.

In religious terms, they were like nominal believers—neither granting faith nor needing it. They could come and go at will.

Once the nervous young men and women were brought inside the town hall, Ji Tang took out a box and issued them "work badges"—lapel badges to be worn on their chests.

Lord Yang had given two player mayors lapel badges, with mental imprints inscribed within that created a connection to the imprint matrix, albeit not the same as the permanent inscription on the souls of players and "advanced NPCs." These were time-limited imprints, renewed annually.

Shirley, Sibyl, and the others who received their badges watched the undead mayor make a "KABAKABA" noise while gesturing with bone claws as if indicating to attach the badge to his own chest.

"...Can you understand what I'm saying now?"

Madam Shirley, who had just pinned the badge onto her chest, looked up and stared at the undead mayor.

"Can you understand what I'm saying now?" Ji Tang asked again patiently.

Madam Shirley's jaw dropped.

So, the "WAKAKAKA" and "KABAKABA" noises are actually a language?!