Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

In Vittorio's previous world, highly concentrated distilled spirits appeared on a large scale in the 15th and 16th centuries. They were first used as medicine in monasteries and hospitals and were called "water of life".

The development of the human world is inseparable from alcohol. This liquid can warm the body and provide cheap and readily available pleasure. It can be said that with the development of commerce and urbanization, the prospects of this commodity are also rising.

In Vittorio's memory, the brewing techniques in this world were still quite rudimentary.

Fruit wines, especially grape wines, were very popular among the nobility in the capital. They were often flavored with honey and spices before drinking, and drinking unflavored wine was considered uncouth.

However, Vittorio thought it might also be because the unflavored cloudy wine had a sour taste, making it unsuitable for consumption.

Commoners, on the other hand, drank malt liquor, which was yellowish-brown in color and contained many impurities; it was more like a liquid bread than a beverage.

Malt spirits typically have a more pronounced acidity and use cheaper raw materials, making them a popular choice for ordinary people.

And this is still the situation in the capital. If it were in the countryside, the people probably wouldn't even have enough food to eat, let alone use precious food to brew wine.

In short, wine is very precious.

A new type of pure and clear wine represents a completely untapped market, and it will cause a stir wherever it is sold.

Vittorio had the idea of ​​making wine for two reasons: firstly, a winemaker had arrived at the camp, and secondly, July was approaching, the harvest season was about to begin, and the seeds planted in the spring would soon ripen. The only uncertainty was the yield per acre.

Although the wheat is growing well and the results are visibly promising, the actual situation will only be known after the harvest.

If we have enough food stored up and still have some left over, we can use the remaining grain to brew wine.

This matter is not urgent and requires careful consideration. There is another matter that is more urgent...

Are there any opportunists among the displaced people?

Vittorio opened the character panel and examined each character one by one.

Most of these refugees are normal. Although their loyalty is only "Compliance", it's normal for their loyalty to be low when they first arrive.

My feelings were mostly a mix of trepidation, curiosity, and excitement.

But as he looked around, Vittorio noticed something very unusual about one of the characters' character panels.

[Character: Lina]

Occupation: Street child (?)

【Feeling:

Pleasure: Feeling excited and happy to have successfully joined River Reach.

Irritation: Feeling irritated by the friendly and harmonious scene of the residents of the river bend.

Destructive urge: She couldn't wait to cause some destruction.

[Loyalty: -6 (Dislike) (Side note: Neither fearful nor loyal, her arrival has ulterior motives; please be discerning.)]

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Vittorio scanned him from head to toe, muttering, "Good heavens."

He thought single-digit loyalty was already outrageous, but he didn't expect there to be a bottom number.

This Lina is very suspicious!

After checking the information of the other people, he confirmed that only Lina was acting strangely. So Vittorio called Isolde and decided to meet this "Lina".

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What is Lina doing right now?

She was asking around for information about Vittorio, including when he arrived and what he had been doing for the past few months.

The survivors assumed that the newcomer wanted to admire the lord's appearance, and since they greatly admired Vittorio, they naturally showered him with praise.

To everyone's surprise, Lina just looked like she'd swallowed a fly and kicked a pebble away.

"hypocritical."

"What?"

"I mean, wow, that's amazing!"

As Lina was idly doing nothing, a man and a woman suddenly walked towards her from not far away, and many people on the road bowed to the two of them.

It was Vittorio and Isolde.

Lina curled her lip indifferently and stepped aside, thinking he would ignore her like a pebble on the roadside. So she lowered her head and kicked the sand aimlessly.

Unexpectedly, just as she was kicking, a shadow stopped in front of her.

Lina looked up and saw Vittorio standing in front of her.

"Good day, my lord." Lina gave a stiff smile.

"Good day, how are you feeling at camp?"

"I feel...okay."

"Here's the thing, I'm currently compiling a list of all the new refugees' skills to better allocate their jobs. Little girl, what skills do you have?"

Lina never expected him to come knocking on her door; she thought her disguise was flawless.

Could it be... that we've been exposed?

No...impossible.

Lina kept her head down.

"I'm just a beggar, I have no special skills."

Vittorio's eyes were sharp.

"Really? But I heard someone report that they saw you getting very close to 'Fang,' the bandit who has already been executed."

Lina looked up abruptly, staring at Vittorio in disbelief.

Vittorio saw the look in her eyes and smiled confidently.

You guessed right.

Ever since Edmund returned and reported the mutated fangs, Vittorio had suspected that the hidden cultist had tampered with the fangs.

So he used this to trick Lina, but she didn't expect Lina to expose him so easily.

Lina seemed to realize that her gaze was inappropriate, and quickly looked away, lowering her head to defend herself.

"My lord, you misunderstand. How could I possibly be associated with such a heinous bandit? If anyone saw me with him, they probably saw me hypnotizing him."

"Hypnosis?"

Vittorio had considered many reasons for her defense, but none of them were as absurd as this.

Lina seemed genuinely absorbed in this idea, seriously touching her pocket and pulling out a round object, which she then tied with a string.

She held the object in her palm, and Vittorio looked closely and realized it was a glass ball, but the pattern on it resembled an eyeball, which sent chills down his spine.

"How do you hypnotize?"

Vittorio wasn't afraid of her suddenly attacking someone; he specifically arranged for Isolde to be his bodyguard to prevent such a situation.

Even nearby, Edmund had already led a group of his men to surround the area, ready to act at any moment.

If she dares to make a move, simply surround her in the center!

What he feared was that Lina would deny everything.

It's good now; she seems to be responding.

Vittorio had already laid a trap and wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he wanted to see what tricks Lina was up to.

"A glass marble? Can it induce hypnosis?"

Lina smiled.

"Sir, this is not a glass ball, but the eye of a brain worm."

"Brain worm?"

"Yes, a level one monster. It often separates from the corpses of young humans and appears as a brain with two eyeballs hanging from it. Once the eyeballs are separated from the brain, they harden rapidly and turn into glass marbles."

"The brain worm won't hurt people, but people who make eye contact with it will be trapped in their childhood memories. Fang told me that he misses his childhood and regrets going down this path of no return, so he asked me to hypnotize him."

Vittorio chuckled, about to tell Lina to stop her charade, when Lina suddenly held up the brain worm eyeball in her hand and placed it in front of Vittorio's eyes.

"My lord, would you like to give it a try?"

For some reason, Vittorio felt dizzy after just one glance at those eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was still in River Bend Fort.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"You brat, you were lying all along."

However, when he looked down at his feet, he found that they were not the shoes he had worn when he got up, and his feet were a size smaller.

He reached out and was astonished to find that his hands were those of a young child.

His breathing became rapid.