Chapter 601: Snow Days

After a simple but decent dinner, the visitors from Cecil visited the camp of the Typhons, the barracks, towers and walls shaped by magical powers, and the barrier "sub-tower" under construction "And the large-scale mage area, and after this reception, the sunlight behind the dirty clouds has gradually approached the horizon. Before night fell, Gawain and others were led to the "guest room" in the Rosetta Palace.

The so-called guest room is also built with magically shaped stones. The gray material is no different from other buildings in this pinnacle base, but the owner here obviously tried to use additional decorations to enhance the taste and comfort of the guest room. The rich Typhon-style tapestries, long-haired carpets and large oil paintings offset the cold texture of the "artificial stone house". In his own room, Gawain also saw a whole set of exquisite wooden furniture, gold-inlaid porcelain, silver Lampstands and a library of books to pass the time—for a pinnacle base adjoining the wastes of Gondor, a room like this could be considered luxurious.

After the waiter announced the time and location of dinner, Gawain closed the door and came to the bookshelf on the west side of the room, with Amber's figure appearing beside him.

The half-elf lady is at least doing her due diligence at the moment: "No surveillance items were found, and the shadow forces nearby are also very calm."

"Of course not, Rosetta Augustus is not so rash and reckless - it's not that easy to spy on a legend," Gawain said casually, his eyes swept across the bookshelf, "... "A Brief History of Heraldry Changes in the Northern Continent"... If I rely on this kind of thing to pass the boring time, I am afraid it will only be more boring."

Amber looked at Gawain up and down a few times, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't help but say: "To be honest, I don't quite understand you today..."

"Which aspect can't you understand?" Gao Wen had long expected that the half-elf must be full of questions, and also expected that the other party would never be able to hold back, so he said with a relaxed smile when he heard the words.

Amber opened her mouth, as if she was about to ask a question, but at the last second before speaking, she bit her lip hard, looked around quickly, and finally puffed up: "I don't ask!"

Gao Wen was stunned for a while, and the smile on his face suddenly changed to a hint of relief: "Very good."

Never underestimate others, never lose vigilance in unfamiliar environments, and keep the last line of secrets even if you investigate again and again. Facts have proved that if this half-elf is really willing to use his brain, he is definitely not stupid.

After complimenting Amber, Gawain turned his attention away from the books that did not arouse his interest, and asked casually, "What do you think about this camp?"

He knew Amber must have seen most of the camp,

Whether it was the Typhons who brought them to visit or not, and she must have memorized far more details than others had seen - this guy's frontal combat effectiveness is not very good, but he can only be used as a detective. When Ji, there is still a lot of merit.

After that, what he wants to talk to Amber will no longer involve long-term plans or secrets, and he doesn't worry about being overheard.

Amber thought for a while, and said bluntly: "In my opinion, the Typhon people are really too rich, too rich, too rich!!"

"Oh?"

"You should also be able to see that this camp is almost entirely shaped by magic power. I checked the situation in their camp area and the mage area, and I confirmed that they have gathered at least 800 low-level to middle-level people here. The mage of the master, the task of these extraordinary people here is to 'build a house'," Amber said with a serious face, "Relying on these mage, the construction speed of this base should not be slower than our base, and the efficiency in all aspects is not worse than us. , and possibly even more efficient.”

"Typhon began to implement the systematic and professional management of extraordinary people more than ten years ago, and used various extraordinary powers for production and development. They also imitated the newborn screening system of the ancient Gondor Empire. , Cultivating extraordinary people from babies, which leads to their overall number of extraordinary people being almost twice that of Anzu, and there is an extremely advanced management system to support it to ensure that all extraordinary people are registered and have their own responsibilities,” Gawain He said unhurriedly, "Most of the mages you see here should be called 'engineering mages'. They have been trained in a targeted manner since the beginning of their exposure to magical power, and almost all the spells they master are related to construction. , and within Typhon, there are tens of thousands of similar 'professional mages'."

Amber's eyes widened, and he was speechless for a while: "..."

Gawain glanced at her amusingly: "What are you thinking?"

"Do you think they will accept me if I treason now?"

"Why don't you try it?"

Amber shrank his neck: "No, I'm afraid of being beaten to death."

Gawain smiled, ignoring this little joke, and commented casually: "As you can see, Typhon is indeed very strong, but on the other hand... they are not very smart."

Amber blinked, already guessing what Gawain meant: "You think they are wasteful, don't you..."

"Yeah, it's a huge waste—the researchers were actually used by them on the construction site," Gao Wen shook his head with a look of regret, "The Master is a researcher, a person who invents and creates, how can it be wasted on the construction site? ?! Want me to say, they should not be used as combat power on the battlefield, nor should they be used as labor in the production process, but should all be sent to the laboratory!

"You see 800 mages here, and their speed in building a base is no slower than our mechanization, or even faster than us, but if you give it to me, I will turn these 800 mages into researchers, let They research more advanced magic machinery, more advanced alchemy materials, and develop technologies that can widely replicate their efficient spells, and then I can extend these technologies to the hands of 800,000 ordinary workers, so that every worker They are as efficient as an 'engineering wizard', and this is the correct way to use knowledge."

Amber blinked, and in Gawain's brief outlook and description, she finally intuitively felt where the true power of "Magic Industry" was reflected.

Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "However, there is a problem, a very real problem that is bothering us..."

"what is the problem?"

"As you said just now, Typhon is really too rich, too rich... Rich, people, resources..." Gao Wen sighed, "We can indeed use the technical achievements of eight hundred mages to go' Armed' 800,000 workers, and Typhon... I'm afraid they can really pull out 800,000 engineering mages..."

amber:"……"

Gawain sighed: "This is called the banknote ability."

Amber's face was sluggish: "Currency ability... can you still describe it like this..."

There is no word "banknote" in this world. Gawain directly used the word "currency" and the word "skill" to create the word "banknote ability". Obviously, Amber understood its meaning.

So, after understanding the true source of power of the Magic Industry, Amber also understood why even if he mastered such a weapon as the Magic Industry, Gawain still regarded Typhon as the most powerful and terrifying enemy.

She glanced at Gawain and vaguely realized one thing.

No matter what business this man who rose from the coffin wants to do with Emperor Typhon, whether he wants to take the initiative to accept Typhon's cotton dumping, or to help the people of Typhon build railways, his only purpose in the future...

It's all against the "money ability" of the Typhon people.

...

The winter snow is flying, and the coldest season of the year has come to this land.

In the Holy Spirit Plain, in an unnamed village half a day's ride from Baisong Town, the snow has covered my feet, but this snowfall is just the beginning, and the fluttering snowflakes are still falling.

This pure white heaven-sent thing covers everything indiscriminately, blurring the fields and ravines, the roads and wastelands, and the boundaries between heaven and earth. The nameless village seems to be a pile of stones in this snow, and the man-made buildings are falling snow. A little bit covered in silver. On this dangerously cold day, every household closed doors and windows, sealed every hole in the dilapidated walls to prevent the loss of precious heat, and people hid indoors that could shelter from the wind and snow, while conserving physical strength and heat, While looking forward to the safe passage of winter, I listened anxiously to every squeak from the roof.

The village in the snow is silent.

But beneath the snow, in the cellar of a longhouse somewhere, a secret meeting was taking place.

Cheap and low-quality candles are placed on the mottled and worn-out long table. The flickering candlelight makes the whole cellar shadowy. On the long table, there are pottery pots, daggers, stone chips and other objects, and some kind of red paint on the table depicts the scene. Strange and eerie magic symbols and chillingly distorted images, around the long table, a dozen or so figures in rags are sitting solemnly in the candlelight, and a dozen pairs of implicitly fanatic eyes are watching the people beside the long table. two figures.

The two figures were quite tall, wearing gray-black shabby smocks, and an iron death amulet hanging from their necks, just like a corpse-dragging person.

"Brothers and sisters, the day of freedom from suffering is coming..."

One of the corpse draggers opened his hands and spoke like a sermon.

"He who suffers, accept this gift!"

Another corpse dragger bent down, and while praying earnestly, picked up a clay pot containing some kind of liquid from the table.

The people around the long table stood up one after another, with some kind of anticipation, with some kind of frenzy, and came to the table one by one, and let the man with the clay pot in a gray-black smock put the pot in the pot. A dark red liquid was smeared on their foreheads.

"After receiving this gift...you will be able to escape from this day of suffering, not waiting for death, not waiting for the next life, the kingdom of heaven on earth is just around the corner..."

"The day of misery of the escaped..."

"The kingdom of heaven on earth..."

"Just around the corner..."

The sound of chants and prayers echoed in this secret cellar, and above the cellar, in the long house standing in the wind and snow, a few pairs of indifferent and vigilant eyes were clinging to the narrow slits of the window panels, staring at the wind. The world in the snow.

In the surrounding houses, in almost every house in the village, the same indifferent and vigilant eyes stick behind every window.

...

East of the Plains of the Holy Spirit, Solimborg.

The fluttering snowflakes also fell on this land.

A team of knights entered the city in the afternoon. They were well-armored and well-equipped. Even the war horses were wearing the highest quality steel wire mail and wearing amulet neck sleeves that could soothe the spirit and enhance stamina. Riding on horseback, everyone along the way - including the patrolling soldiers - immediately chose to retreat in awe after seeing the emblems on these knights.

Those emblems had images of crossed black longswords, the marks of Silas Loren, Duke of the East.

The leader of the team, the young Marquis Berk Laurent in full armor, controls the speed of his horse, and also controls the speed of the entire team, to prevent these slightly rude subordinates from hurting pedestrians along the street (although On this snowy day, there are hardly any pedestrians on the street), and at the same time he raised his head and looked at the towering castle on the high ground not far away.

After being in the safe rear for so long, dealing with the annoying local nobles all day or watching the Cecils blow up the White Sands (now he suspects that the Cecils might even Plans to blow up that place into a white sand mine), Belk felt that his patience and vigor would be wiped out sooner or later, but fortunately, he was finally ordered to return to Solimburg.

The young Monsieur Marquis straightened his back and greeted all eyes with the most impeccable knighthood - even when there were no crowds around. He looked at the streets in the winter, thinking about what he needed to report after seeing his father and Prince Edmund.

The situation of the White Sand Hills definitely needs to be reported at any time. The Cecil people want to build a new road. This matter must be known to His Royal Highness in time. In addition, the situation that the bandit troubles in the two territories have been subsided must be reported. In addition... there are also cases where the lower-level nobles do not seriously implement the "Serf Freedom Act" and "Land Replacement Act".