Chapter 95 Veronica

The managers of the camp were summoned to discuss the future path in Gawain's camp.

Amber sat unceremoniously next to Rebecca, twisting and looking around from time to time, as if looking for an opportunity to sneak out at any time, and noticed that Gawain did not let her go at all. After planning to leave, she couldn't help but mutter: "If you want to have a meeting, just have a meeting. Why do you have to invite me here - I don't understand what you said."

"Let you go The main reason for being in sight is to prevent you from going out and causing trouble to others," Gawain said casually, and then ignored Amber's grinning expression for a moment and went straight to the topic, "I called everyone here because I want to explain one thing first. ——The crisis has not passed yet."

Rebecca immediately opened her eyes and looked at Gawain blankly: "Huh? Haven't we already fought off those monsters?"

Everyone at the scene looked at each other, and the first time they were called In this situation, farmer Norris shrank even more subconsciously: he was not frightened by Gawain's words. In fact, he didn't notice what Gawain just said at all. This simple old farmer just felt that he It felt awkward to stay here with his identity. Everyone around him used to be someone he had to look up to, but now they were all sitting with him, which made him particularly nervous.

Hammer, who was sitting next to him, performed well: although this blacksmith was also born as a commoner, he had a lot of experience in contact with nobles because he was responsible for smelting steel for the lord all year round. Be calm and composed.

Hetty noticed Norris's nervousness, but she didn't say anything, but continued Gawain's topic: "Ancestor, haven't you already confirmed the integrity of the Great Wall? Its Self-healing ability..."

"It has indeed repaired itself, but I am not sure whether it will break again," Gawain said, "Everyone, we have to make one thing clear - although we have just A crisis was solved, but it was not a complete and reassuring victory at all. The Great Wall was not a creation of the gods. Even if it was a miracle, it was already a miracle seven hundred years ago. This time from Gondor. The monsters wandering out of the wasteland are enough to show that this wall is not omnipotent. Now this wall is aging, so we must be prepared for the possibility of it malfunctioning again."

Amber pinched his chin and muttered. Gu: "Then just run away..."

"Where to run?" Gawain glanced at the half-elf, "Once the magnificent wall collapses, the pollution will spread to the entire continent, and Besides, do you think everyone is like you, able to travel hundreds of kilometers in the slightest disturbance, and survive in any corner?"

Then he waved his hand: "I Let me remind you, I just don’t want you to relax your vigilance too much. It does not mean that the magnificent wall that has stood for seven centuries will collapse - I confirmed it last time.On the whole, it is still running normally, and the loophole should be just a 'minor problem'. According to the design drawings of the year and the durability of the elf creation, there should be no possibility of it completely collapsing in at least a few decades, so there is no need to be too nervous. ”

Everyone here breathed a sigh of relief, and Knight Philip then said seriously: “Even so, our victory this time is still a big fluke-if the number of enemies is more, if those No matter how ineffective the trap is, and if those monsters are a little luckier when triggering the trap, the outcome of the battle may be completely opposite. The individual quality of the aberrations far exceeds that of humans, and as their numbers increase, the aura they emit alone is enough to kill all living creatures in a large area. With the addition of one of them, the pressure that the warriors have to face increases. More than twice, our victory... wasn't all that reassuring. "

The honest young knight spoke his inner thoughts without any secret, and this is exactly what Gawain wanted to say: "That's right, you can't be blinded by this victory. Our camp is still very weak in all aspects. Now we are just surviving here, and we are far from having a firm foothold, so I called you all here to talk about my next plan. "

Hetty spoke curiously: "What's the next plan? "

"Build walls, accumulate grain, increase population, and increase steel production," Gawain said again while tapping the table gently. He first looked at Rebecca, "The progress of firing 'cement' how's it going? "

"Ugh...it hasn't been successful yet," Rebecca said with some frustration. "Actually, we have some ideas. We made it out of a kind of porous rock and clay mined near the iron mine. Pretty similar stuff, but it takes a lot of testing to find the best ratios and temperatures and firing times. At the moment, the kiln is putting almost all its energy into firing crystals, and the progress of 'cement' is very slow. "

In other words, we have actually seen the light of day?

Gawain felt faintly happy. He looked at Rebecca, who was a little lacking in confidence: "Yes, the best thing is to find the direction." progress. Your first priority now is to seize the time to research a truly usable cement formula, the sooner the better. In addition, the production of 'Rebecca Crystal' cannot be stopped. At least one-third of the kilns are kept firing crystals at any time, and a group of people are reserved specifically for washing and selecting. There is a newly built warehouse in the southwest of the camp for you, specifically for storing those crystals. "

As he spoke, he looked at Norris again: "What about land reclamation? "

The old farmer stood up subconsciously, but then sat down awkwardly. After a few seconds, he sorted out what he wanted to say: "One camp has been opened on the east and west side of the camp. Bailit's cultivated land is planted with sweetwood roots and fire leaf vegetables. The magic of the Druid and the potions he prepared are particularly effective. The crops grow frighteningly fast. Maybe they can be harvested before the Frost Moon arrives, and they can be fed. Everyone still has a surplus..."

Gawain interrupted Norris: "You are the director of agriculture, I don't need to care about you.People at the same level are called lord. In fact, you don’t need to call me that. You can call me lord or my title. "

Norris glanced at Gawain a little nervously, and agreed repeatedly: "Yes, yes Duke... Your Excellency. "

Pitman next to him had a slumped face: "It's rare for someone to call me that, so you can't let me enjoy it for two more days..."

"Your Majesty, Duke," at this time Norris added, "There is one more thing I hope you can allow. "

"Just say it. "

"I hope that the land on the north bank of the Baishui River can also be reclaimed," Norris said. "I took people to see the land there. The soil quality is very good, and there is little gravel. However, because we need to cross the river, it was not included in the reclamation plan from the beginning, but I think it is good to make use of the area. This time the monster attacks, many people are worried. The farmers are especially worried about the land south of the Baishui River. If the other side of the river can be opened up..."

Norris stopped here. , as if he didn't know how to continue speaking, with a hint of uneasiness and expectation on his dark and wrinkled face, to which Gawain quickly replied: "I agree, the reclamation of the North Shore has been included in the list. In the second phase of the reclamation plan, but before that, a bridge must be built on the White Water River. It cannot be done with just a few rafts... Hetty, please record it. "

"The next thing is about population," Gawain said, looking at Hetty, "What are your thoughts in this regard? "

Hetty put down the dip pen in her hand and thought about it seriously: "Actually... the simplest thing is to buy a serf. They are basically of innocent origin and don't need to worry about loyalty, but this requires a money, and may not be able to buy enough; the second is to accept the refugees, because the harvest in the south has been poor in recent years, and many conflicts have broken out among several small local nobles, and there are still many refugees who have no fixed residence. Place. For most nobles, the extra population is a burden, and the refugees from other territories are livestock, so these people live a difficult life in the cracks. They are even 'cheaper' than serfs, and those who stutter will leave... "

Speaking of this, Hetty couldn't help but shook his head: "But the problem is also obvious: it is difficult for these people to find out their origins, and they have picked up a lot of sneaky bad habits while wandering around, which makes them If they enter the territory in large numbers, security will become a huge problem. "

Amber's voice suddenly came out faintly: "If you can live and work in peace and contentment if you abide by the law, most of the scoundrels and gangsters will try to find a job - they don't choose to go because they like to wallow in the gutter. As a rat, do you think someone would actively choose to live a life of being hungry all day and being whipped just because they like to steal things? "

Hetty looked at Amber blankly, and for the first time she did not choke back the half-elf's words. Gawain said lightly after a few seconds: "You still wanted to do this the day before yesterday? Stealing my seal ended up being thrown out of my tent - so while what you're saying makes sense, it's nice of you to say it yourself.What do you mean? ”

Amber: “I’m just kidding you, don’t you think so!” "

"Stop! "Gawain immediately waved his hand and interrupted Amber, thinking that it was very dangerous. You really can't be careless when communicating with this elf's shame. You might not be able to help but turn into a compliment if you pick up her next sentence. "Expanding the population still requires planning. Hammer, let’s talk about the progress on the steel side..."

At the same time, on the upper reaches of the Baishui River, a ship hung the emblem of the Ansu royal family, spread three sails, and was painted white. The beautiful big boat is sailing smoothly on the river, with several small boats guarding it.

On the side of the big white boat, you can also see a special light gold mark. The mark is a ring of golden light, with two crossed beams of light inside.

That is the mark of the Holy Light Church.

The royal family hangs throughout Anzu. The situation of emblems and church marks is not common, so this scene naturally attracted the attention of the residents of Tanzan Town on the river bank.

The people on this boat set off from the royal capital of Ansu in Dorgon. I floated on the river for a month, then turned from the tributary of the canal to the White Water River, and floated for another week before I finally set foot on this barren land on the edge of the kingdom.

This is really a journey. It was a difficult journey, but no one on the boat complained, because a person who did not need to endure such bumps in terms of identity and status was also on the boat, and this person had never complained a word.

In a dedicated prayer room on the upper floor of the "White Oak" belonging to the royal family, the saint princess Veronica, who is known as the "Daughter of Light's Favor", is slowly opening her eyes.

She. She has long pale golden hair, and her appearance is similar to that of her brother Edmund Morn, but she is more feminine and moving. Being immersed in the way of Holy Light for many years has given her an incredible holy and calm temperament, even though she has Wearing only a simple white nun's uniform, she also seemed to have an inviolable aura lingering like a divine messenger from heaven.

Until a few minutes after finishing her prayer, she felt so aloof that it was not human. The breath gradually faded away from her body.

As if she sensed the change in the breath in the prayer room, the knock on the door sounded at the right time, and a female voice with almost no emotion came from outside: "Your Highness, Princess, We have arrived in Tanzania Town. Do you want to dock and see Viscount Andrew? "

The faint glimmer in Veronica's eyes gradually faded, and she replied gently: "No, just send an envoy there. The Lord gave me a revelation. I must not stay here. I must rush to Cecil’s territory. There...there are things that the Lord has shown me. "

The breath outside the door left, Veronica narrowed her eyes slightly, and the holy light floated out of her eyes again as if uncontrollably.

She closed her eyes completely He closed his eyes and entered meditation again.