Players with a spawn point in the Grey Moon Fortress have gone crazy in the player forums.

"Lord of the Grey Moon? Are you also a poor god? ”

"Well, this appearance is too good, isn't it? Heavy crossbows, round dance sticks, swords, sledgehammers... Can anyone tell me what is flying in the sky? Griffins? ”

"Simon's little brother is so handsome, and his mother is a fan!"

"Another male mother? Another male mother? ”

"Pure passers-by, don't stand in line, don't blow or black, there is one thing to say, Lord Simon is indeed not as handsome as me."

"......" Simon.

Simon glanced at the comments on the players' forums, and the comments of these Scourge Red Stars were beyond his expectations.

The Scourgeon didn't seem to know what fear was, even if he was calm in the face of his status as a lord.

But Simon thought about it and realized that their reaction was actually quite normal.

The Scourgeon Red Star is not even afraid of death, so why should they fear themselves?

But if that's the case...

Wouldn't it be better?

Thinking of this, Simon's gaze lowered and his posture was correct:

"I'm Simon Eddard, the current lord of the Grey Moon Fortress, and the reason why I'm here today is because I have something to tell you about the Scourge Red Star and the people who live around it."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the crowd below obediently closed their mouths.

The inhabitants of the Grey Moon were silent because Simon's arrival had indeed changed the lifeless fortress city, and everyone was in awe and affection for the wise lord.

And the player doesn't speak because they don't want to miss Simon's mandate.

It's the same for me eating bait.

He looked at Simon on the high platform and listened carefully to what he was going to say.

Simon spoke again:

"As we all know, the eastern trading area of the Grey Moon Fortress... That is, the land under your feet has actually been prepared for a long time, but due to the lack of labor, it has not started for a long time. ”

"But things have changed a lot now."

Simon stretched out his hand and said in an impassioned tone:

"The red star that falls from the sky will continue to guide us forward!"

"Venerable Red Star, you are like the morning light that breaks in the darkness, a beacon that guides the lost in the darkness."

"Grey Moon needs your help! The Eastern Trade Zone is in ruins at this time! ”

Simon was giving a provocative speech on it, while the posts in the players' forums were flooding the screen.

"One thing to say, this lord is very comfortable with this wave."

"The brick-moving construction task issued by the fortress lord himself? Simon Pack's foreman is solid! ”

"Simon's little brother on the podium is so handsome."

"The most important thing is the mission reward! I'm not a leek tool man, so can I let you be exploited and oppressed by the foreman of the West Contract? ”

Simon took these comments into his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out a finger without changing his face:

"Having said all that, I should let you see my sincerity below."

Simon coughed lightly and continued:

"As long as you participate in the construction tasks issued by the Gray Moon Fortress and complete the corresponding amount of work with quality and quantity, you will be able to use a piece of land allocated by us."

Simon held up a second finger:

"On the land that belongs to the Red Stars, whether the Red Stars want to renovate, expand, or open shops and build houses, these are all officially recognized by the Gray Moon."

Speaking of which, Simon also made a special stop, ready to wait for the player to digest and absorb this news before continuing to explain the next matters.

But...

The air was silent, and everything was silent.

This sudden change made Simon can't help but raise his eyebrows.

Could it be that he made a mistake in his analysis? These players don't really need a 'home' at all?

But the next moment—

A violent discussion erupted in the player community.

"! Isn't that the task of opening up a player's hut? ”

"What are you doing? Hurray! ”“？？？ What are you cheering for! Stunned! ”

"Simon's name as the foreman is confirmed!"

"What Simon Packs Foreman? Young and rich should be called Mr. West! ”

"Huh? You asked me to move bricks and build a city with a natural disaster? Do you look down on me? How dare I make such a request that I can't refuse! ”

"Shocked! The unscrupulous lord actually began to oppress and exploit the natural scourge Red Star due to lack of labor! ”

"Little Brother Simon is so handsome..."

Feeling the player's gaze of the player who is eager to move bricks and stones to add bricks and tiles to the Gray Moon Fortress, Simon breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

Listen to those 'Let Me Go!' I'm not crazy! I'm going to work! Even the liver has to get the player's hut liver out for a week! I'm not crazy! '' words.

Simon's eyes couldn't help but soften, and his heart was also a little comforted. The goal was achieved...

What a good leek these are... No, it's labor.

Working for a week in a row, it is basically impossible for any of his subordinates to stand up.

What can it be like these Scourge stars?

But it's still a bit inappropriate to work for a week, right?

At least Simon is still thinking about sustainability.

In this way, for the sake of the health of these natural calamities, it is better to take half an hour of a week to let them rest.

Well... That makes a lot more sense.

Simon nodded, thinking that the result was not bad, at least fully considering the combination of work and rest.

At the same time, he was also touched by himself.

Only a benevolent lord like himself can lead the Gray Moon Fortress to continue to develop uninterrupted, right?

Thinking of this, Simon held out a third finger.

"There is another thing worth mentioning here, that is, if you join the camp of other countries or other cities, these land provided to you will be officially recycled, please understand."

This simple condition, under the reward of the 'Player's Hut', did not cause a commotion among the players, as they heard it and thought it was not a big deal.

It's a big deal not to change sides, the Gray Moon Fortress is treated so well, and the lords speak well, they like it very much.

The 'camp problem' that Simon has been struggling with is actually nothing at all in their eyes.

Play the game! Just be happy! The big guy's noisy flicking knife, stuck meat, resurrection, how interesting it should be.

Finding that this group of Cataclysmic Red Stars did not express their dissatisfaction with this, Simon also let go of his palm.

Between his fingers, a few strands of his own hair fell silently.

But it's all just a minor issue.

Because from now on... This batch of Scourge Red Stars can be regarded as the official inhabitants of the Gray Moon.

Their player hut is built in the Grey Moon, so when an enemy strikes, they will inevitably protect the Grey Moon as well... Likewise, the length of their stay in the Gray Moon grows... This also helps Simon to carry out the plan.

Explore the ruins of the Old Witch Cult in three months... Maybe there's a real drama?

Thinking of this, Simon couldn't help but spread his arms and welcome his new people.

"Scourge Red Stars, allow me to greet you again."

He smiled like an old vegetable farmer:

"Welcome to the Grey Moon."