Because work only progressed during the day, it took about three days to complete the farm expansion, with the remaining 300 farmland blocks being filled and seeded.
After a brief explanation, Shawn once again entrusted the farm to Hershel.
On the other side of the Prison, Shawn called over Reggie, Jacob, and the other architects.
"The high wall will extend from the side of the Prison, and this forest area will be cleared to build wilderness villas…", Shawn roughly explained his idea to the two of them, which was generally similar to the high walls of the Prison: directly enclosing the villa area.
After he finished speaking, there were no major problems, but some minor details were discussed for a long time.
For instance, whether watchtowers were still needed, or if Reggie needed to personally design the villas when they were built later.
Shawn's unified answer was—not for now.
After the wilderness villa area is completed, Shawn plans to use security cameras and motion sensors, combined with traps and the anticipated artificial intelligence, for automatic defense.
Even in the near future, Shawn intends to adopt this model for the Prison.
The probability of artificial intelligence making errors is greatly reduced, and even many situations that the human eye cannot detect can be discovered immediately.
With an automatic defense system plus a small number of human night watchmen, the Prison will be truly impregnable and rock-solid, provided it doesn't face large-scale heavy firepower!
The villa area proceeded in an orderly manner, with the army escorting the construction, and Shawn training the troops right beside the construction team.
It seemed as if he couldn't wait any longer.
While the villa area plan was progressing slowly, Shawn called all the Zealots, who appeared in a mighty procession in the forest outside the Prison.
Ever since the Zealots' change of heart last time, their every action now seemed increasingly proactive.
Before Shawn could speak, they spontaneously quieted down, then stared intently at Shawn with slightly narrowed pupils.
"My God."
Bray gently twirled the 'blood moon survivor' ring on the middle finger of his left hand, approached Shawn, and respectfully greeted him.
"Is Elynn not here?" Shawn asked, somewhat puzzled.
As the leader, it was strange that Elynn didn't appear on such an occasion.
"He seems to have taken to reading recently, and spends his free time helping in the cafeteria."
Bray responded truthfully, with no discernible emotion in his voice.
It seemed that as long as Shawn was present, that was enough; the leader was no longer their primary focus.
Shawn stroked his chin, a little surprised.
Wasn't Elynn a butcher before?
Has a pig butcher started to go for a more artistic path?
Never mind, let him be.
Shawn shook his head and looked at Bray: "Have them all line up. Anyone who pushes or cuts in line will be sent back to the Prison."
Hearing Shawn say this, Bray and the numerous Zealots seemed to realize something and immediately grew excited.
They lined up neatly and orderly under Bray's arrangement, stretching far into the distance.
And Bray, somewhat agitated, rubbed his hands together and stood in the first position.
"God, I am ready."
Taking a deep breath, Bray only dared to lower his head, not daring to meet Shawn's gaze at that moment.
Because without even looking, he could imagine that those eyes must be filled with 'divinity,' even faintly glowing, just like that night.
Shawn raised a hand and placed it on Bray's bowed head, silently muttering 'impart.'
That's right, it was the team system's impart function, which allows one to teach currently mastered magazine abilities to teammates.
All along, Shawn had been considering whether or not to impart to the Zealots.
After this period of observation, Shawn finally made his decision.
Because the most crucial point was that the Zealots would have no doubts; they were completely loyal to Shawn.
Even if Shawn displayed some astonishing ability, they would automatically rationalize it as 'divine power' possessed by a 'god,' which was as normal as could be.
Furthermore, within the current Prison, the Zealots made up the majority and were the primary labor force.
So, after careful consideration, Shawn realized that only by imparting magazine abilities to them could the Prison's benefits and utilization rate be maximized.
Shawn roughly divided this group of Zealots into two parts.
One part primarily specialized in combat, while the other was more focused on support; the magazine abilities imparted to them would not directly provide combat enhancements.
Of course, they usually served as labor, but in larger situations, Shawn hoped that some of them could also exert considerable combat power.
Just like the Walker horde encountered before the blood moon, or the factions that might engage in future battles.
The combat section was led by Bray, while the support aspect was led by Mr. Smart, and the two managed the teams based on their abilities.
Shawn also imparted the magazine abilities according to their group assignments.
Among them, Shawn specifically selected another 30 people and imparted Southern Planting to them.
These individuals were separated by Shawn and assigned to manage the farm.
Everything on the farm would still be based on Hershel, but these Zealots would become his capable helpers, increasing efficiency exponentially.
"Giving you Rage Fist…"
"Giving you Strike Master…"
"Giving you Home Cooking Weekly…"
"Giving you Sniper…"
After moving his hand from the last Zealot's head, Shawn shook his slightly sore arm; touching the heads of several hundred people was not much better than hammering a Walker horde.
After imparting, Shawn took out some medicine from his system backpack.
Shawn had collected a lot of these common medicines, with Antibiotics being the most abundant.
One bottle of Antibiotics contained over a thousand pills, and Shawn felt he wouldn't run out of his accumulated stock even if he were bitten by Walkers for a lifetime.
So he simply allocated more than half of it to the Zealots.
They already had over 70 loot body bags in their hands, perfectly capable of carrying these medicines.
The Zealots who possessed 'blood moon survivor' rings were all assigned to the combat group, and naturally, Shawn had them carry more medicine.
This way, even if Shawn wasn't present, they would have the ability to use medicine themselves.
With the ring's enhancement, their survival ability would reach an extremely terrifying level.
It was just a pity that painkillers were strong and versatile, usable for many ailments, and there was a great demand for them at the Prison, so Shawn only gave a small portion, to be used only in critical moments.
After doing all this, Shawn was not in a hurry to return to the Prison.
Instead, he had Bray take a few dozen people with him, and they headed deeper into the forest.
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