"I feel the presence of a big boss in the trading market. Could it be that the big boss has made another move?"
"Your feeling is wrong. The boss just upgraded the chariot. How could he come again?"
"That's right. It's only been a little over two hours. If Boss Colin makes another big move, I'll eat my chariot right then and there."
However, just as they were chatting and gossiping, a notification suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.
[Congratulations to the survivor "Colin" for becoming the first lord to build a third-level territory. ]
[The reward "Hard Black Bread*999" will be issued soon.]
[Rewards have been issued.]
[Please encourage each other, survivors.]
"Fuck, here they come again. Is this the boss? Where's the guy eating the chariot upstairs? If he's not dead, come out and make a sound."
"I know the formula for level three synthesis of territory. If you need it, please PM me!"
"Don't believe the damn liar above! I was just fooled by him!"
"The third-level territory is coming out so soon? What a close call! I just upgraded to the second level and have no money to upgrade to the next level..."
"Why are all the reward foods black bread? Can't the designers think of anything else? Can't they be a little more creative?"
"To get rich, start mining. Go mining, bro!"
"Fuck, the price of stones has been raised again! This ** businessman is forcing me to mine by myself!"
"Praise Boss Colin!"
...
Colin did not participate in the "carnival" on the chat channel. He had already walked into the courtyard of the territory and was discussing the next steps of the plan with some lords and "lighthouse bearers" as they walked.
Outside the territory, nine chariots were lined up in a row, with hundreds of people standing firmly behind them, standing there like a city wall.
"... Judging from the behavior of the aberration, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with..."
"But just to be on the safe side, let's prepare a few more plans... It's still about five hours before dark, so we still have plenty of time. Let's take an hour to do a makeshift drill..."
"There must be no accidents in this operation. I have a feeling that something is hidden. We can only know it by killing it..."
After a long time, the discussion ended and the drill began quickly.
An hour later, twenty-three teams, including No. 1, who had just finished sweating, stood in front of Colin, with their heads held high, waiting for orders.
A few meters away from Colin, Rogge and a group of other lords were looking at this scene in a daze.
If they were their slaves, or if some of them were still their slaves, I'm afraid they would never have such enthusiasm and loyalty...
Especially the five servants who tried to stop the chariot with their arms, which was even more moving...
The control over the slaves is indeed 100%, and they will not betray, but if there is no order, they will hardly take the initiative to do anything, and they are not as... "active" as Colin's men.
They are more like a loyalty system rather than loyal to themselves. Only Colin's subordinates are absolutely loyal to him, not like a loyalty system.
They believed that even without a system, these slaves would remain so loyal.
At this moment, Rogge thought of the four figures in the light just now. He was almost certain that if he had not given the order before, his servants would definitely be afraid and retreat...