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I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
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Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
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Chapter 17
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Chris returned home excitedly, gathering his family to share the news about the town's recruitment for road construction workers.
Chris's brother, Craig, was the most thrilled by the news. He had worked for over two months in the town during a previous construction project and fondly remembered the days of receiving daily wages and free lunches.
Eagerly, he inquired, "Did Operative Sam mention any specific requirements for the job?"
"Nope, you're eligible as long as you can work," Chris replied, beaming. "It's the same as before, 30 copper coins a day. Oh, and Operative Sam mentioned that the work this time would be tougher, so the Logistics Department will provide two free meals a day for the workers!"
"Two meals?!" the whole family parroted.
For a civilian farm like Chris's family's, which lacked arable land and relied on dairy cows and free-range geese for sustenance, life wasn't much easier than that of a regular crop farmer. When food was scarce, the family could only afford a decent meal at noon, resorting to milk to stave off h
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