T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

A necromancer volunteered to play as a corpse at the start of the game, which was quite hilarious.

The world has returned to color, and the jailer's identity as a lord has been confirmed.

Without hesitation, he walked to the desk, wrote a document, and pressed his fingerprint on it.

Once he was ready, he walked to the center of the study and slowly lay down without saying a word.

Even with his eyes closed, he couldn't resist being a little silly.

"Ugh... I'm dead!"

"Then why are your eyes open?" the woman in the blankets sighed, hands on her hips.

"I died with my eyes wide open in disbelief. Was my acting good?"

Orange Tea squatted down helplessly and brushed his face with her hand: "Alright, alright, just hurry up and die, and go in peace."

The jailer wasn't stubborn; he obediently closed his eyes and died.

Jiang Heyi picked up a teacup and smashed it next to the jailer.

The butler, Navas, who rushed over upon hearing the news, looked at the group of people surrounding the jailer with confusion. A second later, surprise and fear crept onto his face.

It felt like insects were wriggling under his skin. Navas's mouth twitched, and he couldn't speak for a long time. He could only stare blankly as Jiang Heyi pulled a sharp blade from the corpse.

"No, no... I don't know anything..."

Navas was pulled up and leaned against the desk.

Without further ado, a letter that the jailer had already written came into view.

In the letter, he described how he suddenly contracted a serious illness and his body rapidly weakened.

Since he had no children, he appointed Jiang Heyi as acting lord during his illness.

“Mr. Navas, you have worked hard for this territory for many years and served generations of lords. Perhaps the old lords have been kind to you, but…” Jiang Heyi pointed to the “corpse” on the ground, “Are you sure you want to repay his kindness?”

Navas was speechless, his eyes momentarily unfocused.

"You should be aware of this lord's capriciousness and incompetence."

"It's a good thing for us all, isn't it?"

Navas already knew what Jiang Heyi wanted to do, and his voice was trembling.

"This is a provocation against the Imperial Law! The Imperial Court will send people to investigate. You can't hide it from us!"

“That’s what I have to face. What you need to do is remain silent and cooperate until the courtroom arrives,” Jiang Heyi said. “At the moment of the incident, you could easily have said that you were coerced.”

“In fact, you have no choice.” Jiang Heyi used both carrot and stick. “If the secret is leaked, we will kill you before we escape. We are knights recruited by him, and you should know that we have this ability.”

Forced into a corner with nowhere to retreat, Navas lowered his head in dejection. When he raised his head again, he had already realized his mistake.

"The lord's soul has been carried away by a crow!"

"The wicked banshee has appeared!"

Two mournful cries rang out, and Navas's eyes filled with tears.

To be able to cry on cue, so naturally, that's what a true acting talent is!

News of the lord's sudden death spread like wildfire throughout the entire territory, and the number of people buying food at the bakery suddenly doubled.

Each leader of the Silent Ones planned to indulge in a hearty meal and drink, within the limited resources available, to soothe their battered and bruised bodies.

Spontaneous prayers were taking place in every household.

It was not a tribute to a deity in faith, but a sincere respect for the great banshee.

Meanwhile, some people asked the great banshee with a hint of resentment why she hadn't taken the pig's soul sooner.

Is it because it's too dirty?

After wandering around the territory for a while, I arrived at the basement where the jailer kept the body.

Here, everyone gathered around the coffin, watching him as he pretended to be dead.

He picked a foxtail grass from under the covers and tickled the jailer's nose: "You know what? The whole territory is celebrating your death! It's a grand celebration, like royalty! Do you like it?"

The jailer lifted the coffin and stood up, saying with disdain, "I was just acting, just acting, I'm not this scumbag."

The plan went very smoothly.

As early as the first playthrough, they had observed Navas's fear of the lord from subtle details and basically guessed that the lord was using him to vent his anger.

Navas's loyalty had long been worn away. In his old age, all he wanted was a place to live, so there was no reason for him to refuse the promise to take the blame himself if something went wrong at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

Orange Tea took the foxtail grass and continued to wave it in the jailer's face: "Sigh, your death is a greater contribution than your life."

Navas found a corpse, and the group put it into a coffin and sealed it.

The jailer, fully equipped, swaggered into the castle in a completely new guise.

The handwritten document was perfectly in effect, and all the maids along the way smiled and bowed to Jiang Heyi without exception.

The fourth level, by breaking the rules, indeed yielded more problem-solving approaches.

Navas, who had been summoned, had already adapted to his new role and respectfully inquired what his orders were.

"First, help me find a man named Caen in the patrol guard."

"Second, post notices."

"I'm telling you... at this sorrowful time of the lord's passing, good news is needed to dispel the bad luck left by the banshee of death."

"All miscellaneous taxes are abolished throughout the territory, and this year's grain tax is waived."

Navas stared in astonishment, his mouth agape.

He cautiously reminded him, "Those taxes... will be yours, yours..."

“What is not mine should belong to you,” Jiang Heyi emphasized. “From now on, you need to adapt to the new lord’s style.”

Chapter 351 A Flash of Inspiration for Orange Tea

Appointing members of the court to inspect the territory → confirming the territory's condition → reporting to the royal family → finalizing the new lord → assuming office

The empire's verification process for new lords typically takes one to two months.

The time is also exactly the time required for the fourth level player simulation.

Even if a lord has indisputable rights over his territory, it is a pipe dream to expect to resolve all the problems within his territory in two months.

Based on this, the player's gameplay is clear and straightforward—after I leave, I don't care if the world is in chaos.

As long as you meet the Yuru rating requirement to pass the level, you can get away with anything else; just drag it out as long as you can.

The tax reform shocked the entire territory, and the people were running around in every corner. Even the drunken taverns were talking about it incoherently with their slurred tongues.

"The lord died, and he couldn't wait to announce it?"

"It seems he doesn't like Your Highness very much."

"Hey, what nonsense are you all spouting? That's a former lord."

"Okay, so... do you think this is genuine, or just a performance?"

"Who knows? Maybe he did it on purpose to demonstrate his own value to the empire."

"Let's wait and see. What if he's a jerk like the last one?"

"Even the worst jerk can't be worse than him..."

The news brought back from my bed is much better than what I heard in my first playthrough.

No matter what they did in the first playthrough, the people resisted.

Having been deceived too many times in their second playthrough, they were full of doubts, but their words still hinted at their willingness to believe in the new lord and the new atmosphere.

"Finally, a good start." Zhong Zemo breathed a sigh of relief. "It feels so good not to be a tyrant."

When Caen was found by Navas, he was in the slave market, staring blankly at a dragonman.

She had beautiful scales that faded to a deep brown and had an amazing sheen. The flickering flames of the campfire that burned at night danced and leaped among each scale, reflecting Caen's somewhat dejected face.

Her mixed-race features lean towards human beauty, with a pair of large, expressive, light golden eyes that sparkle.

Her tail had become short, and only her jet-black dragon horns stood proudly erect.

As an adventurer, he had witnessed too much desolation and helplessness. The tragedy of the slave community only made him repeatedly tell himself, "I must never fall to this level."

He felt that his heart was strong enough that he wouldn't be emotionally affected by their experiences for no reason.

however……

After learning only a little about her experiences, Caen fell for her.

Just as they were about to exchange more information, Navas suddenly appeared. Even after being taken back to the lord's study, his thoughts had not yet fully returned to his body.

He was even more bewildered when he was announced to be in charge of the territory's security.

"Lord, Your Excellency...we...know each other before?"

Jiang Heyi countered, "I found your information in the former lord's documents and concluded that you are a talented person. Is there a problem with that?"

"No...no, it's just that this is too sudden."

"Just like how suddenly you became infatuated with that slave?"

Caen was startled. He looked up abruptly and met Jiang Heyi's amused gaze.

This just happened. Navas returned and hadn't even had a chance to speak with the new lord yet. How did he know?

Caen's armor seemed to turn into cardboard in an instant, appearing as if he were completely defenseless under the opponent's sharp gaze.

"Please excuse my poor manners, Your Excellency."

What story did she tell you?

There were no secrets at all; Caen felt completely exposed.

The new lord is not someone who acted on a whim; he knows everything about himself.

Completely different from that scoundrel lord, his insightful understanding of people's hearts made Caen submit subconsciously.

"Her name is Scarlet Fire... uh, that's the name the slave traders gave her."

"Speak the key."

Kaon said seriously, "Crimson Fire told me that she came from a special tribe and was one of the tribe's priests. She was exhausted from fighting a powerful monster on her way out and was defeated by a passing adventurer. She was then sold to a slave trader and eventually arrived at the southern border of the empire after many twists and turns."

"If I can redeem her, I will offer you a generous gift."

Caen noticed that after the story was finished, a strange atmosphere filled the room; they were all there, with ambiguous smiles.

The jailer couldn't hold back any longer: "I am Qin Shi Huang, and I am not dead yet. Now give me 50 Vs, and after I have eaten and drunk my fill, I will lead my army back and appoint you as the Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces of the World."

French Fries sighed: "It does sound very similar."

Caen couldn't understand the meaning of the conversation and just lowered his head nervously.

Jiang Heyi gave Caen a gold coin.

"Go ahead, buy it and do whatever you want with it. Don't get distracted while you're working."

Caen didn't answer, but instead looked up in confusion.

"Don't you want it?"

“No… Your Lordship, her price is 100 gold coins.”

"?"

"?"

Isn't it 1 gold coin for the first playthrough?

The jailer couldn't help but exclaim, "100 coins, a gold-plated dragon maiden? That price could buy a whole cartload of slaves to pile up in your room for you to choose your concubines!"

That's true; the words may be rough, but the principle is sound.

Why can there be a price difference of a hundredfold? Is it because the week of the game affects the pricing, or is it due to the different time periods?

Jiang Heyi wasn't short of 100 gold coins, but entrusting him with such an important task on their first meeting was enough to win people's hearts.

Giving away another 100 gold coins would be excessive, and Caen might misunderstand, thus affecting subsequent progress.