How do you make a person feel like they belong somewhere?

It is not to give the other party preferential treatment, nor is it to give the other party the convenience of the current policy.

"It's about getting this man to pour his heart and soul into this place."

Yes, only people who have really given something will cherish something extraordinarily, and in this way will there be a sense of belonging.

Wrapped in a blanket, Simon looked out the window at the trade area.

Lights are flashing in the area where the trade flows.

Figures are shuttling among them.

They either carry heavy crossbows, round clubs, sledgehammers...

At this time, they went back and forth-

Transporting stones, transporting timber.

It was mainly Simon's municipal office that was formed to handle their affairs.

After all, it is simply unrealistic to let Simon deal with everything, and it is completely unhealthy.

Simon glanced at the time.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the evening, but the Scourge Red Star was still tireless and full of interest, nibbling on two mouthfuls of bread and drinking two sips of water when he was hungry, and then continued to carry the stones.

Simon held his hand on the windowsill and looked at the Scourge Red Star as his thoughts flowed.

As mentioned earlier, let the Scourge Red Star pour their hearts and souls into this land, and they will have a sense of belonging to the Gray Moon.

But it is not enough to blindly make them pay.

Simon tapped his finger on the windowsill.

While making the Scourge Red Star pay, it is also necessary to give them some benefits. It's like if you want leeks to grow strong, you have to fertilize them and loosen the soil.

In this way, they will fall deeper and deeper, become more and more addicted to it, and continue to contribute to the development of Gray Moon.

So far, this has gone very well.

Simon looked at the player forum page beside him.

Above is the comment of the Scourge Red Stars.

"Ahhh Simon the old thief! I want to open a player hut easy, am I? Why do you hurt me so much! My dignified natural calamity, the Red Star Emperor, has been reduced to the point of moving bricks! I hate it! ”

"People move bricks and move to the gray moon and lose contact."

"wdnmd, I'm still moving bricks, it's twelve o'clock! I'm stupid, did anyone go to the City Lord's Mansion with me? Kill Simon and I'll be the lord of the city!" ”

"Thank you for the invitation, I just went online and was about to move bricks."

"Move another 100 million yuan, and then move the last 100 million yuan."

"Simon is a thief! I live and die with the Gray Moon! ”

Simon couldn't help but rub his temples as he looked at what the player called him, which was somewhat funny.

This is actually equivalent to the player's affectionate name for him, and as the Lord of the Gray Moon, he actually has enough room for people.

How is it possible to be angry about such a trivial matter?

Yes - how can it be angry?

At all - it is impossible to get angry.

Simon blew out the window on a few strands of broken hair, and looked back at the trade area.

In Simon's opinion, the physical fitness of these Scourge Red Stars is extraordinary, and their comprehension and education level are also higher than those of the average elite labor force.

And not afraid of hardship and tiredness, it can be described as the best leek... Tool man.

With the addition of these aspects, the workload of a Scourge Red Star in one day is basically equal to the workload of a plasterer in three days.

Judging from the current progress, the Gray Moon East Trade Zone, which has been in a state of pending construction, will soon be built, and not only that, but most of the idle land in the east can basically come in handy now.

This is all thanks to these zealous Scourge Red Stars.

Simon withdrew his gaze in satisfaction and turned to the photograph beads on the table.

The photo bead, as the name suggests, is actually a kind of magic tool that records images.

This is mainly the footage that Paul recorded last night when the player hunted mudfish.

Through the images inside, Simon probably understood what these players meant by flicking knives.

In fact, the weapon in the player's hand is not sharp enough to break through the hard layer of mud that the mudfish has been wrapped in for many years.

When they swung their weapons and slammed them, they reacted with shocks, causing their bodies to stiffen for a moment.

"The weapon is not sharp enough...?"

Simon remembered that the Grey Moon Legion had eliminated a batch of weapons and armor, and was still lying in the warehouse eating ashes, waiting for that day to be rebuilt.

Although it is a weapon that has been discarded, it is much sharper than the crudely crafted weapons of the Scourge Red Star.

You can only develop players gradually, and only after they have grown strong can you go straight down... But until then, you can also provide some extra help.

"Maybe we can start with that." Simon's mind flowed, and he thought of some more ideas.

He sat down again, pulled out a blank piece of paper, and dipped the quill pen in ink, intending to write down his thoughts.

But the next moment—

There was a knock on the study door.

"That one?" Simon looked up.

"It's me, Lorena, Lord Simon."

A respectful, familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

Simon put down the quill and said without looking up.

"It's rude."

The door to the study was pushed open, and Lolina came in with a small tea cart.

She bowed slightly, bowed and asked, "Lord Simon, do you need tea?" ”

"Then please get me a drink."

It just so happened that Simon also felt a little tired, and a cup of tea and refreshment at this time was exactly what he couldn't ask for.

"Yes, Simeon-sama."

Lorina picked up the teapot.

The skill of pouring tea and handing tea is extremely skillful.

Smelling the fragrant aroma of vanilla tea, Simon raised his eyebrows.

He placed the vanilla tea in his hand on the other side while raising his head and looking at Lolina calmly.

After staring at each other in silence for a few moments, Simon spoke abruptly.

The content of the discourse is very simple.

"Who are you?"

"Huh?" These simple words made Lorena look puzzled.

Flaxen-colored hair swayed slightly.

"Simeon-sama, what are you—what are you talking about?" Lorena took two steps back in panic and came to the teacart, her voice full of confusion.

"I'm asking you." Simon's calm gaze became gloomy for a moment, and at the same time, he asked in an extremely cold question:

"Who are you?!"

It's not at all like Simon, who likes to say 'have a say' and 'welcome to Zuan' at every turn.

Now his eyes are cold, and his gaze is like a blade.

Lorina felt like a cold winter wind rushing towards her.

However, she didn't know how she had provoked the Lord of the Grey Moon, so she could only raise her fearful gaze and look at Simon in panic.

Looking at Lorena in such a performance, Simon's gaze gradually slowed, and his deep facial features softened.

He rubbed his fingertips against the teacup and whispered:

"I'm sorry to scare you, it looks like I'm too tired."

Lorena subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Then she heard Simon's funny and joking voice.

"I've been so tired lately, and I only now thought that you were a follower of the Old Witch Cult."

Simon looked at the stiff Lolina and laughed twice:

"Let me ask one more question."

"You're here to assassinate me, aren't you?"

"Witch Old Cultists."