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Chapter 743 - 743 11 The Weight of Exoskeleton Armor and Inheritance 7800_3

743: Chapter 11: The Weight of Exoskeleton Armor and Inheritance (7800)_3 743: Chapter 11: The Weight of Exoskeleton Armor and Inheritance (7800)_3 “Moreover, forget about the future—just the present alone.”

“With the support of a mainframe-level computing power, I can create more things!”

Computing power doesn’t just represent sheer calculation speed; it helps Ian reduce the mental effort spent on pure numerical calculations, enabling him to focus better on precision and create objects with higher levels of intricacy.

Given the Sublimators’ operational precision and Leyan Territory’s Alchemy Workshop…

“Perhaps, I could advance the schedule by several months, or even by half a year…”

“And produce Exoskeleton Power Armor!”

The night swiftly passed.

The night in Leyan City was anything but peaceful, with the White Folks soldiers patrolling around the castle, and others standing atop the castle spires, their crimson monocular shining throughout the dark in their black Armor Suits, all signaling that a significant change was about to come.

For the middle class, such as the soon-to-be-dissolved, lament-filled Leyan City Guard Squad, or the various merchant associations working overtime, preparing to distribute food in the morning, getting good sleep was out of the question.

For Ordinary people, merely the presence of the new Lord was enough to fill them with unease, considering their future.

The former group’s anxiety was eroded by busyness and fear.

Goul observed several guards who complained the most; he forcefully took them away in the dead of night, without even time to bring their families.

After all, they were still alive, and moving houses was not difficult, but once a person moved their head, there would be no future.

He was a smart man and didn’t dare wait until morning—if they had left then, they likely would have met the same fate as those Rebel Highlanders who had just fled the city, only to be ignited by a beam of light.

The Lord only said he would allow them to leave…

but he didn’t specify whether it was in Flesh and Blood or as ashes!

Indeed, he left alive.

The two squads of six White Folks soldiers lurking in the shadows behind them ultimately did not shoot, but instead returned to report the matter to Ian.

As for the latter group, their simple unease about the future was swiftly cleared away.

Because Ian began distributing food.

On October 25th, the year of 773 in the Era of Terra, at 11:25 in the afternoon, because they needed to notify the entire city and shift food from the various storages, and sorting them was indeed troublesome, the time to distribute food was inevitably delayed.

Seeing that everyone was working hard, doing their best to follow instructions, and it was only due to insufficient capabilities that they failed to meet the requirements, Ian generously chose not to kill anyone.

Instead, he summoned all the higher-ups of the merchant associations and scolded them, then told these useless pleasantries to work harder next time, or else give up being stewards and go farm the land instead.

That there would be a next time, another chance to be scolded, was actually a huge relief for the anxious crowd—they were genuinely afraid Ian would simply shoot them in the head with a Charged Rifle without a word.

And honestly, being scolded by Ian…

maybe it wasn’t such an unbearable thing.

Now, on Dawnshine Boulevard—once filled with dilapidated buildings, now partially demolished, the main thoroughfare that led straight to Leon Castle—there were squads of White Folks soldiers patrolling, and on a small square beside the boulevard, mountains of food packed in wooden crates and barrels towered high, with even many chefs directly at the roadside cooking porridge, frying pancakes, and boiling meat soup.

With the aroma spreading, each person was limited to one serving of cooked food, a family of three could get a barrel of flour for free, and if they were willing to pay, they could buy a sorted, discount-priced food combo box at a favorable price.

Each contained smoked meat, cheese, oil-smeared flatbreads, dry noodles, flour, and a small piece of butter, and each household could make only one purchase.

[Strictly forbidden to cut in line, take extra, or take repeatedly.

Violators will be flogged]

A signboard hung at the front end of the square, and every half a minute, a merchant association employee would loudly repeat the warning through a megaphone, admonishing those who came after.

Of course, his voice was not as loud as the screams of some who tried to steal or sell more by cutting in line, now being ruthlessly whipped by the soldiers.

“Help!!”

“I won’t dare again, I really won’t!”

“I’ll never make the same mistake; please spare me—”

Compared to the notices and warning signs, the screams were much more cautionary.

It’s like the signs by the river that warn people a thousand times not to fish or swim, but there are always those who go fishing or end up drowning as if drawn by water spirits…

Only the true and immediate suffering of others can awaken a genuine caution in Humans.

Among those being whipped, naturally, there were some who really deserved it for their greediness…

those who would die without acquiring some ill-gotten gains…

There were also some who sounded loud but were actually receiving whippings that weren’t strong at all—the fakes.

All in all, under the noon sun, amidst the noisy, tumultuous cries, and the announcements, the residents of Leyan Territory joyfully received their discounted food.

—Happy, aren’t you?

It was exchanged for Chairman Silin’s head.

As for the quality of the purchased food…

this stuff, clearly taken from the storerooms of the merchant associations at a moment’s notice, one had to wonder if it was even edible…

The chefs cooking on site, running out of supplies, simply took a box from behind them as raw material, cutting up huge chunks of smoked meat and tossing them into the pot to stew or chopping them into the flatbread dough at random.

The smoked meat might have been a bit tough, and the flatbreads were unevenly oiled, with some hardly coated at all.