Rise from the coffin and rebuild the vampire empire

Chapter 43 Destiny Reward
"Snapped!"

"be honest!"

Kevin slapped the businessman, who was as fat as a pig, in the face.

"Please spare my life. You can take whatever you want. I'm just a businessman helping the nobles develop plantations. There's no need to kill me. Just take the things and I'll escape on my own!"

De Jong, who was beaten, was wailing with a sad face. He was about to get on the boat, but was stopped by Kevin.

Four guards were hired, but two of them were unreliable and chose to surrender directly. The other two saw this and thought, "What's the point of fighting them?" They would only be wasting their employer's commission.

Kevin captured the merchant with almost no effort and also took control of the three-masted sailing ship.

They were on the boat at this time, and Kevin had sent someone to inform others that they could move all the spoils directly onto the boat and take the boat back, which would be much faster than walking back with the slaves.

"Sir, there are two hundred and sixty-seven of them, all bought slaves."

In the camp where huts are clustered together, Uther reported the results of the battle to Karen. The scale of this camp was indeed not very large.

"Are they all slaves?"

Karen was a little surprised. It turned out that this was not an ordinary colony.

"The nobles' plantation might be serving as a vanguard. There might be more ships coming later."

Uther nodded, with a smile in his eyes, and he looked very much looking forward to the follow-up. They would eat as many slaves as possible.

There's nothing to worry about. Could it be that the imperial nobles could bring their men to attack? A minor noble wouldn't be able to do that. They don't have the strength. A major noble would be even less likely to mobilize their forces for such a small matter.

As Karen and Uther were talking, Elena came on horseback, followed by a cavalryman, bringing information from Kevin.

"It would be great to have a boat."

Karen was very satisfied when he heard there was a boat. After the last time he led a large group on a journey for nearly half a month, he didn't want to lead a group of people on foot again.

Although this time they are not far from the Cremona camp, having a boat can still greatly shorten the time spent on the road. Currently, sea transportation is still the best means of transportation in the New World, otherwise Shilin Port would not make so much money.

Soon, after the slaves simply packed up their things, they returned to the extremely crowded cabin again.

These slave ships could really hold a lot of slaves. They didn't treat these slaves as human beings at all. They treated them like farm tools, and they wanted to stack them one on top of the other, and they would fit as many as possible.

"Whose family are you from?"

Once on board, Uther began to interrogate the merchant De Jong.

"Duke Durham, I work for Duke Durham!"

Hearing Uther's question, De Jong's eyes lit up and he shouted out loudly. If the other party cared about this, maybe he could still be saved. It seems that not all the people in the New World are outlaws!
De Jong once again pulled out the seal belonging to the Duke of Durham from his bosom, eager to prove his identity. He definitely hadn't forged it. Someone older should have some experience, right? The young man just now ignored him!

"Duke Durham? That's no problem."

After looking at the seal, Uther nodded and felt completely relieved.

Duke Drum is the Duke of Magrath, the southernmost province of the empire. The Duke is very wealthy and has established many plantations in the New World. The sacrifice of one or two colonial teams is nothing to Duke Drum. Colonial failure is a common occurrence.

"Kill him." Uther gave the order under De Jong's expectant gaze, which made the smile on De Jong's fat face freeze there.

"Duke Durham will not let you go!"

De Jong cried and threatened, but unfortunately no one cared about his life or death, and the Duke of Durham he mentioned was probably the one who cared the least.

De Jong was hanged on the mast, which made the slaves cheer. They had been bullied by this bastard De Jong.

Under the operation of several sailors, the ship loaded with slaves and cargo sailed into the sea and headed towards the Cremona camp.

Although the sailors had never been there, they only needed to sail south along the coast. Uther knew the location of Cremona Camp on the nautical chart, so it was not difficult to find the port along the coast.

The sea was very calm tonight, and the slaves in the cabin felt somewhat more comfortable, although their hearts were not at peace.

The businessman De Jong, who had been oppressing them, was hanged, which was indeed a great relief to the people.

But how can those who hanged De Jong be any better than De Jong?

To put it bluntly, they just move to a new place and are bullied by different people. They only hope to meet a new master who is slightly better than De Jong and at least give them a full meal.

Soon, the ship docked at the port of Cremona camp. The two soldiers guarding the port sounded the alarm in panic. Their reaction seemed a bit slow, probably because they did not expect that a ship would dock here, and at this time.

"Negligence of duty, these bastards."

Kevin cursed. He was feeling quite proud now. He had captured De Jong and controlled the ship. He had indeed made a lot of contributions tonight. There was no denying that.

"It's the middle of the night, and it's good enough that they can still hold their posts."

Uther was quite open-minded. He thought that these two soldiers were quite responsible and did not sleep in or completely relax.

"Move the cargo and arrange for people to disembark."

Karen gave an order and asked Uther and Kevin to do something. At this time, his attention was completely attracted by the system.

[Ding! The population of the faction has expanded to one thousand people.

Obtain destiny rewards.

Starting from scratch: Food production +10%. 】

This is the reward brought by the third effect of the destiny "Rise of the Vampires, Revival of the Empire". To be honest, this effect is so strong that Karen gritted his teeth.

If this wasn't a fantasy world with gods but a normal world, Karen would seriously doubt how this reward could be achieved. However, in this world, especially after the players appeared, he would no longer feel strange about anything that happened.

Grain production +10%, that is to say, if one acre of land produced 300 kilograms of grain before, it will now produce 30 kilograms more. It may not seem like much, but it will be exaggerated when the base number is large. After all, this is a noble percentage bonus!
"If I had known you were going to have this effect, why would I have bothered with productivity boosts? I could have just gone around plundering people and stacking buffs."
Karen complained in her heart, of course, it was just a complaint, the productivity reforms that needed to be carried out still had to continue.

This additive effect can only be icing on the cake. Changes in productivity such as heavy plowing, salt screening, and salt field method are the real qualitative changes.

A 10% bonus is very strong, but the emergence of a productivity revolution can bring about an improvement of several times over.

(End of this chapter)