Meanwhile, while his enemies either despaired, sobbed, or worried, Fargo was admiring his new riches and resources. It was just that he looked at his 'wallet' and was sorely disappointed.
"So little gold?" he asked, no one in particular.
On his arm was a gorgeous tanned Aborigine woman he hired from the village center and another was a beautiful blonde Terran in her twenties.
At his question, the reporting men quickly explained themselves. "The sentries were relatively plenty at around 300 meters apart. They also developed the territory and it could be seen that the lord invested in infrastructure.
"Hm…" Fargo relaxedly watched the video recorded in his hand. The aborigine woman looked at the 'magic image' in awe, while the blonde looked curious.
The camera was taken from a poor teenager killed early on. This was chargeable with a solar panel they took from another poor bloke that was now similarly part of the soil.
He had always liked chaos, but he didn't like to get dirty. It gave him the feeling of being a god—giving orders here and there and then seeing the news, the videos, of what his words created.
However, seeing this, it was no wonder people liked going to war so much. He made a mental note to watch it in person next time.
In any case, although it was a pity he wasn't able to see it for himself, it was enough to know he held a new token.
As he admired the sufferings captured in the videos, he also observed the state of his new territory.
"This is impressive. Did they buy custom buildings?"
The video also showed farms, shops, and a variety of food products.
He really made money.
"We got them. They're richer than I expected."
"Those goods," he asked, "Where are they?"
The men looked guilty, and Fargo's eyebrows rose.
The food was basically consumed by their men as soon as they got them. There was no way—they had been enduring horrible food for two months!!
Of course, they left enough for the lord (and a few favorite women) to enjoy for about a week. So this was what they presented.
It wasn't that Fargo didn't notice, but he (and his women) were fascinated by the selection.
The men felt guilty and then terrified when they saw the nozzle of guns pointed at their heads.
They immediately flopped down to beg. "We apologize, milord! We apologize!"
"You stole from me, don't you know what happens to people who stole from me?"
"Milord—"
BANG!
BANG!
Fargo looked coldly at the reporting men. Anyway, there were plenty of people who went to Bright and these two had been underwhelming. They probably fought for a chance to report to him to show off.
Turned out to be one of the last decisions they'd ever make.
The other people seemed unperturbed by the murder that just happened.
Umi, the aborigine pleasure worker he hired, looked very interested as she sauntered towards the items. Her tanned hands took a ceramic bottle. It took a few moments for her to figure out how to open it, but her nose caught a whiff of something sweet as soon as it did.
She put her curly hair behind her ears as she looked closer, sniffing.
It's an astringent smell, but she didn't dislike it.
Around this time, another soft hand took it, doing the same. The owner of the hand was a bombshell blonde from Eden named Becky.
"This is jam," she said, eyes looking at the other items. Her face brightened in amazement as she found a box of crackers.
She took one and placed a few drops of the viscous goodness on the cracker. Umi—a female pleasure worker and therefore had a status just above slaves—could only watch with envy. She couldn't be like this presumptuous woman at all!
Becky tasted the goods and sexily moaned. "So good!" She exclaimed, genuinely surprised. "This was locally made? Amazing!"
Fargo stood up and went to them. Becky smiled and made another one, feeding Fargo himself. After feeding him, she couldn't help herself and took a few more.
He was also impressed, and he looked at his men for more information. "How did they make so much? Do they have a food expert? Where is this person?"
They shook their head, which made Fargo frown. Before he said anything though, they hurriedly explained, afraid to find the next bullets in their heads. "The expert is not in Bright."
"They're all from Altera. Bright just got some techniques and seeds from them."
"Altera, eh?" Amon uttered, recalling when he first encountered the name. "Has the person who investigated returned?"
When he saw the first spy die, they sent a few more. They should have arrived by now.
"Not yet, milord," the man said, answering his question. "But he should be getting back here within this week."
Amon nodded before sitting back down, taking out Bright's lord token.
The appearance of the lord token was identical to his. He looked at it for a moment before deciding to merge it, willing it to join his own.
[Would you like to merge your Lord Token with Bright Village (Lv3) Token?]
Yes.
The light of the merging appeared in his hand and soon a bigger token with a new crown on the side appeared.
He looked at the additional stats and he saw the facilities with a glint. With this, he could also use the custom building he got from Bright. The lifestyle of his upper community would only improve.
Of course, how could Fargo be satisfied with this? What he got from Bright was already very good. The goods from the original territory would definitely not be inferior.
Maybe… they have even more varieties that couldn't be sold to others.
Just the thought of new finds made his blood boil in excitement.
He looked at the Visionstone panel and saw there was still no new information. He knew it'd take time, and he was quite looking forward to what he'd see... simply because it'd be his soon.
"Get Ready. Study Altera well," he said and his eyes darkened as he looked at the name. "We're going to take them next."
"Yes, boss!"