My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 148: Why did I become an officer in the game when I said I’d come to build reputation? _3

Chapter 148: Why did I become an officer in the game when I said I’d come to build reputation? _3

"But that’s premier stuff, only circulating in territories of the Half-body Man. We certainly don’t have it in this poverty-stricken part of Transylvania."

"We don’t need to negotiate with her face-to-face!"

Full Risk Half Haul shook his head and pointed at the teenage children that had been assigned to help them work, and he said:

"They can handle translation. We just need to list down the rules and structures. It’s just a matter of a few sentences. It’s up to the NPC whether she accepts it or not.

Also, I’m curious to see just how realistic this game truly is?

If her intelligence level is high, then there will definitely be feedback after we submit this proposal.

Maybe we can get some reward items too.

Even though we’re not fighting monsters, having decent equipment is an essential part of the gaming experience. They’re organising dungeon raids, shall we give it a try tomorrow?"

"That makes sense!"

Mud Head Pickup’s eyes light up.

The three middle-aged men quickly huddled together and confidentially wrote a draft of about five hundred words using the note function of the calculator pearl on the spade. They found a literate young girl to copy it on paper and gave it to the camp supervisor, Milian.

After sorting all that out, the trio happily went back to work fencing with the NPCs.

The Spade even planned to set up a simple barbeque to grill a few rabbits.

This game has a complete food and waste system. If the character does not eat for a long time, they will enter a state of Weakness. This led Spade to realize that the food and beverage industry can be quite promising in the game.

When he was young, becoming a barbecue master was also one of his career plans. Who would have thought that this little wish would come true under these circumstances?

Inside the large tent of the camp, Milian, whose stress levels were high due to inadequate sleep and the increasing difficulty managing the growing camp population was currently troubled, looking at several strands of red hair in her hand.

It’s only been a couple of days, and she had started losing hair due to stress.

She now understood why excellent graduates of the administrative department all ended up bald. This line of work really did make one lose hair!

Besides, she could clearly feel the limitations of the professional knowledge she learned in the Administrative department of Shaldo University when put into practical use. It felt like everything in the camp was a mess and she did not even know where to begin. It was like dealing with a Gordian knot.

Most importantly, she lacked capable assistance.

Sir Morphy’s few subordinates weren’t enough, they had been dispatched into the city. They didn’t even have the time to help her manage the camp.

Besides, that unfortunate vampire became a hands-off boss and gave the management rights of the survivor camp to her. If she couldn’t do well, it would mean that the last dignity she had been trying to maintain would shatter.

Maybe she would even be secretly laughed at by that annoying Maxim! If that really happened, it would mean that knowledge and rationality had lost to superstition and blind loyalty!

Could she tolerate this?

Right as Milian felt like her head was about to explode, the suggestions of the three middle-aged men were presented to her, appearing like an oasis to a traveller in the desert.

These three men were Sir Morphy’s warriors, weren’t they?

Their loyalty must be unquestionable.

The suggestions they wrote were concise and clear, well-organized and highly executable.

This showed that they must have managerial experience.

Didn’t this solve the problem?

At that moment, Milian had a light bulb moment.

She suddenly recalled Sir Morphy’s previous instructions to fully tap into the courage and wisdom of his warriors... Ah, was that what the vampire meant?

For a moment, Milian felt as if a door had been opened in her mind!

She looked at the proposal with an increasingly bright expression, then promptly got up, straightened out her appearance, and headed towards the entrance of the tent.

A few minutes later, the Middle-aged Trio stared dumbfounded at their player interface, where they saw the sincere face of Miss Milian, who had just sent them a task:

[Task Name: Desperate for Talent!

Task Content: The supervisor of the Survivor Camp, Miss Milian, has noted your extraordinary talent. She, who is desperately short of assistants, decides to grant you the privilege of "Management of Survivor Camp" to help her perfect and manage the entire camp, so as not to fail Sir Morphy’s expectations.

Task Objective: Establish rules and regulations for the Survivor Camp, assist in village construction.

Rewards: Temporary Command Power·Over 100-150 people/Land use rights/Legal rights/Prison rights·only applicable on survivors]

"Damn!"

Unable to contain himself, Full Risk Half Haul swore. He turned his head to look at his brother-in-law and asked in a low voice:

"This is... bureaucrat duty? Does the game really have a construction mode? Just how many features were sewn into this? Isn’t this way off the charts?"