Wheel of Fate!

Upon hearing Linsey's summons, Sand Dune and the others naturally did not refuse.

Fifteen minutes later, Vivian relayed the message to them, and they all gathered around Linsey's desk.

Because they were the first to join the camp.

Even with the addition of the Wilderness Hunter, the Sand Dune had subtly established leadership, and it was at this moment that he spoke to Linsey:

"Lord Linsey, Vivian said you have some instructions for us?"

Linsey nodded slightly and distributed the replicated maps in his hand.

"Come on, take a look at this first."

The four hunter teams were each assigned a map.

They each gathered around to look at it, and because they were familiar with the Banyan Forest in the center of the map, they quickly identified the contents:

"This... this is a map of the area?"

Linsey nodded and said:

"That's right. As I said at the beginning, I hope you can go out and explore to help me find resources."

Sand Dune tentatively asked:

"Start now?"

Linsey did not deny it:

"I will provide you with plenty of food and water, as well as some emergency medicine. All you have to do is explore the surrounding area as much as possible and then come back safely."

During the surrender negotiations, these Wilderness Hunter had already reached an agreement with Linsey.

At this moment, there was naturally no thought of refusing.

Having confirmed the mission, the leader of the Sand Dune straightened up:

"Rest assured, we will do our utmost!"

A sense of belonging is a very peculiar thing.

These Wilderness Hunter initially joined the camp simply because of its comfortable environment and abundant supplies.

But these past few weeks have passed.

They built their homes with their own hands in the camp, shared joys and sorrows with others, and even promoted the camp's reputation.

A sense of belonging arises from this.

Their promise to Linsey has now become a heartfelt guarantee.

Linsey nodded in encouragement and gathered everyone around her desk:

"Come, I'll teach you the detailed methods for identifying this type of map."

"Each line represents the elevation of the terrain at that location. For example, this is a valley, this is a basin... As you explore outwards, if you go beyond the map's boundaries, it would be best to draw an extended map. If you're not very good at drawing, just sketching a shape will do..."

An hour later, Linsey finished the simple map instruction.

The four hunting teams in the Sand Dune immediately set off.

They simply explored in the cardinal directions, planning a three-day work cycle: three days to set out searching, three days to return, and three days to rest. This would be their work pattern from then on.

Once everything is settled.

After personally handing over food and water to the hunters and seeing them off from the town, it was already noon.

Linsey thought about going back to her house to prepare something to eat.

As soon as they went up to the second floor, they saw Hilude already waiting there in a wheelchair.

The young writer opened her arms and began to shout:

"Linsey, Wheel of Fate!"

Speak like a human being!

"..."

Hilude, interrupted by Linsey, simply smiled and immediately obediently changed her rhetorical device:

"I felt the fluctuations in the fate line."

"The hunters you just sent out were lucky; they'll most likely bring back useful information when they return."

Linsey's lips curled into a smile, but she still didn't want to follow Hilude's line of thought:

"Even if there is good news, it will be 6 days before they return."

Hilude wheeled herself closer:

"So, what are you planning to eat today?"

Linsey raised an eyebrow:

"You just came here to freeload?"

Hilude then lightly stuck out the tip of her tongue and pointed to her pink lips:

"The food in the village can't compare to the special meals you cook."

"..."

Linsey paused for a moment, the gesture actually reminding him.

Due to her high level of cultural literacy and her daily teaching of knowledge, Hilude also gained considerable respect within her territory.

As a result, she worked hard and ate with her fellow villagers every day.

On the other hand, look at Linsey herself.

Out of habit from his past life, he would prepare his own food.

This wouldn't have mattered before, but it's different now; he's the Lord of this territory!

Linsey has been too busy lately to even think about this issue.

According to the power rules of the other world.

As a high-level Awakened One who also holds the status of Lord, he should naturally eat his own food; this is also a way to maintain his dignity and status.

But with her memories of her past life, Linsey understood something even more clearly.

Sharing joys and sorrows with the people and eating together is also a good way to unite people's hearts and bring them closer.

"Do we have to pay attention to such details even when eating now?"

Linsey smiled wryly as she reflected on the situation.

This kind of politician thinking is indeed pragmatic, but given his position, he has no choice but to consider it.

Compared to his life during his adventures, this was a real headache; he was completely unaccustomed to his current life.

Hilude nearby, was still asking questions:

"Linsey, what are we having for lunch?"

Linsey glanced at the other person:

We eat whatever everyone else eats.

"..."

"Huh? Can't we eat what you make?"

"Food made with skill!"

"It's unreasonable to have good things but not enjoy them!"

Linsey completely disregarded the young writer's objections.

He lifted the wheelchair with one hand, grabbed Hilde, and walked down.

Since there is no economic system and no food trading within the camp, meals are provided in a unified, communal style.

When Linsey arrived in her wheelchair.

Everyone immediately put down their food, stood up, bowed to him, and avoided his gaze.

Looking directly at the strong in the Wasteland is considered a provocation.

"..."

"I'm here to have dinner with everyone. I hope you won't mind if I come along too, right?"

Linsey smiled slightly, and the people in the kitchen quickly brought out the food.

After handing the items to Linsey, he remembered his status as the Lord and realized he shouldn't be dining with them. But the deed was already done, and he didn't dare utter a word of warning.

Faced with this situation, Linsey tried her best to maintain a gentle attitude.

He dragged Hilude along to join him, and they ate the soup made of cabbage and potatoes.

This kind of question is bound to arise when dining with your neighbors for the first time.

But if we persist in this way, the barriers between people can be broken down.

Just then, Hilude spoke:

"Linsey, won't you tell everyone your adventure story?"

People are usually quite curious about your past, so why don't you tell us about it?

Linsey understood what Hilude meant.

He had no reason to refuse this way of building rapport, so he took a sip of the soup and began to speak:

"Adventure stories are certainly included."

"But that was several years ago, in a desolate place at the Cosmic Frontier, starting from a long winter..."

Linsey selectively recounts her adventures.

Such stories are lacking in this Wasteland, and the barriers gradually dissolve as they are told.

As lunch was about to end.

A loud bell suddenly rang out from the center of the camp.

Immediately, the entire camp's Essence surged, and everything that people could see underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant.

The gravel path underfoot became more stable and solid.

The soil that people trampled during their activities was leveled again.

The most striking change is to the building itself.

The stone used in the buildings became angular and clean; the wood became sturdy and reliable, and the interior spaces were expanded. Even fences and courtyards appeared around the houses!

The people were filled with surprise and confusion upon witnessing this scene.

Only Linsey understood that this was a result of the Town Hall's upgrade.

"Building upgrade?"

"This is clearly like entering the next era in Age of Empires or Civilization!"