Chapter 55: Laying the Foundation

Amber's mouth was in a random state of underdrawing and extreme underdrawing as always. If it was placed in the usual way, Gawain would have been carrying the pioneer sword and was about to slap this thing on the wall. However, this time, he did not talk to Amber. quarrel.

Because he is in a really good mood.

He was even in the mood to discuss some serious questions with Amber: "Do you know how valuable that magic circle is?"

"How much is it worth?" Amber blinked. In all fairness, this half-elf lady is quite confident in her magical attainments - she believes that she is completely ignorant in related fields, so she is not at all embarrassed to admit it." I can't even understand the several magic runes used on it, how can I know how valuable it is..."

Gao Wen really didn't expect the other party to be so frank and almost choked to death, but after all, he has experienced the Internet age in his last life, and even poor people have seen it, so he quickly adjusted his attitude: "Then let me ask you in a different way - if magic changes into something that everyone can use, or that everyone can 'borrow', how valuable would this technology be?"

Amber was stunned, and after half a minute, she said in disbelief: "You mean...that magic circle can turn everyone into a magician? Are you watching the sun too much these two days? Are you dizzy?"

Gawain ignored the lackluster part of the other party's words, but shook his head in a good mood: "Of course it can't turn everyone into a magician, but it has the potential to expose everyone to the transcendent realm. I guess Hetty probably didn't really realize the meaning of that magic circle. It's not just as simple as 'a lame spell caster assembled a large magic circle with basic runes', its greatest significance is a breakthrough, a kind of in" A breakthrough in universal, universal, and easy-to-use. In order to allow his daughter who has no magic talent to receive magic power, the wild mage made the self-charging magic circle to provide a constant and adjustable magic power output to any mana-consuming unit , and before that... any great magician in the world has no concept of this, because those great magicians have always used their own hands to complete the process."

Amber felt that he didn't understand Gawain's thoughts: "I can control the magic power with my own power. Isn't this much more powerful than that wild mage who has to use a huge magic circle to achieve similar goals?"

Gawain looked into Amber's eyes: "The mountain giant ape can easily smash the head of a brown bear with a slap, but humans need a warhammer to do the same thing. Which do you think is more powerful?"

Amber: "...Eh?"

Gawain ignored Amber, who was in shock and thought, but stood up and came to the door of the tent.

The treasure left by the nameless wild mage not only includes a magic circle, but also a large number of research records he left in the notebook. As a "weak" who is extremely limited in spellcasting ability, he has to use calculations and advanced concepts. to make up for his own shortcomings, and his research notes are full of shadows in this regard. Gawain was deeply surprised when he saw those things for the first time. He didn't even believe that those things were a All that was left of those who lived in the savage and oppressive Middle Ages.

Automatic operation, compatible transmission interface, "fool-style" external control, rune arrangement based on geometry, rune simplified formula...

If there is no wide-eyed vision from another world, in the opinion of most people in this world, these "struggles of the clumsy" may all be swept into the garbage heap, because any intermediate-level spellcaster can directly rely on various A super-magic trick to skip the steps recorded in the wild mage's notebook - they never thought of the whimsical thing of "allowing inferior people with no magic or low talent in magic to control magic power".

Those great magicians who wield fire and thunder on their own may be worth fearing, but in Gawain's view, until a crappy wild mage strips magic as a tool from "personal talent",

On the day that he freed his hands, this mysterious and powerful skill was truly sublimated - it changed from a fist to a stick.

It's like the first time that man tied a stone to a wooden stick and used this rough warhammer to kill a beast several times stronger than himself. This is a leap.

Unfortunately, after thousands of years in this world, humans are still making warhammers.

Gawain felt it was time to put a rocket booster on this warhammer...

Leaving aside Rebecca, who was holding the original map of the magic circle to study how to build it, on the third day after a large number of people finally arrived, the land reclamation work of Cecil's pioneering land was officially launched.

Food is the foundation of survival. No matter how many grand plans based on Duoliu steamed steel and rocket-assisted propulsion hammers in Gawain's mind, he must first ensure that the belly of the people in the territory is full.

When he was in Tanzania, he had already purchased a sufficient amount of food. The king also promised the supply of food and cloth in the early years of the territory, but these are only for transitional purposes. If you want to survive for a long time, self-sufficiency is necessary - although the use of mines It is not impossible to produce resources to buy food from nearby lords, but as a pioneer who has traveled from the Celestial Dynasty, Gawain has an obsessive-compulsive disorder that most people in the Celestial Dynasty have—

No food panic disorder.

Open up wasteland! Plant the land! Dare to sleep without first opening ten acres of land after arriving at the place? Even if you don't open two vegetable gardens at the back of the base, you're too embarrassed to say that you have a firm foothold? Since ancient times, there is one and only one standard for long-term stability - that is to cultivate a field!

Of course, it is normal to have this idea, but in this world where extraordinary power exists, Gawain is very clear that he still has a lot to learn.

A very simple truth - after knowing that the human beings in this world can use the power of runes to smelt iron with straw as fuel, who can guarantee that a pile of manure can be compared to the local primitive technology?

What's more, when he is not sure about the basic rules of this world, Gawain is not sure how much of the earth knowledge he has memorized in his mind can work here, what if the microbial activities in this world do not follow the basic laws... …

But regardless of these details, the basic idea of ​​farming first is always a good idea.

Gawain came to the place where the wasteland was reclaimed, and everything here was still at a very basic stage - Rebecca took the time to visit yesterday and put a big fireball on the wasteland overgrown with weeds and bushes for half a day, completing a perfect Burning the wasteland, and today, the serfs began to dig the land deeply, so that the fertile ash of grass and trees can be turned into the soil layer, and by the way, the stones mixed in the land can be removed.

Gao Wen was delighted to see that the system he had ordered in advance had also been implemented here—a wooden sign was inserted every hundred steps on the vast wasteland, dividing the entire reclamation area into many uniform plots, while the working people Humans worked within these plots, and groups of people moved between plots, preparing for the trenches. On the edge of the reclamation area, a temporary wooden shed was set up, and Hetty stayed there with a few people, responsible for recording the progress of the work, and registering the withdrawal and return of tools by each group.

At the same time, there is a large pot stove in the wooden shed, and the cultivators' lunch is also settled near the shed.

The people who were working were not surprised by Gawain's appearance - this "somewhat strange big aristocrat" always liked to wander around the noisy and cluttered construction site, and would talk to the mud-legged people. At first, this attracted many people. Nervous and restless, but now...

The nervousness is still there, but the anxiety has subsided a lot, especially after Gao Wen fulfilled the two immediate promises that "all serious workers can have enough to eat" and "people who work extraordinarily hard have meat to eat". The commoners and serfs in the territory have gained a lot of trust and closeness to this new lord who keeps his promise and is famous.

Gawain passed through the busy work site in this way, and came to the wooden shed on the edge of the ground. A dark-skinned farmer-like man was standing beside Hetty. The two exchanged something seriously, while Philip Knight The guard is on the side.

Gawain's two-meter-tall man had a full sense of existence. As soon as he approached, Hetty raised his head and stood up, while the farmer who had his back turned to him turned around, and when he saw it was the lord, he hurriedly bent over. Bowing: "Master Lord..."

"Don't be nervous," Gawain waved his hand, "I just came to see the situation."

Then he looked curiously at the man who looked like a farmer, but was discussing issues with Hetty: "Are you an expert in farming?"

In the common language of human beings in the Loren continent, "expert" and "scholar" are the same word, when the farmer heard Gawain call him this way, he immediately waved his hands nervously and fearfully: "How can I talk to those knowledgeable people? Compared to the big guys...I'm just a farmer..."

"His name is Norris," Hetty introduced after seeing this. "He is a farmer on the territory. He is very good at farming. I was looking for someone to ask about land reclamation and farming, and I found him."

Gao Wen looked Norris up and down. He was a typical medieval peasant, with dark complexion, thin skin, thick hands and feet, and a humble expression on his face. He looked about forty or fifty years old, or older, but tall. Wen is not sure about his true age - heavy labor and malnutrition make every commoner on the Loren continent prematurely age, although the human beings in this world have a lifespan that exceeds that of the earth's people in healthy conditions, and the average aristocrat's life expectancy. The age has reached 100 to 150 years old (without using magic and other external forces to prolong life), but in fact, 90% of the world's population is unhealthy, and many workers are sometimes in their twenties. Many years have been aging.

The civilians in the Cecil Territory can at least maintain their food and clothing, and live longer than the civilians in other territories, but the premature aging caused by labor is unavoidable.

The farmer named Norris turned his neck a little nervously under Gawain's sight, and showed a humble smile.

But it was such a humble smile that made Gawain startled for a moment.

How long has it been since he saw a smile on the faces of the poor in this world?