Chapter 698 The "Guest" Who Can't Be Chased Away

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Sword of Dawn Chapter 698 "Guests" who can't be driven away

Wearing brand-new boots, a neat uniform, and an imposing and beautiful badge and armband, Warden Maximilin walked in the corridor of the prison with his head held high. This man in his thirties had neatly trimmed his hair. , with a well-trimmed beard, with a reserved smile all the way, keys and baton hanging from his belt, jingling.

This is a newly built prison, as brand new as the "government hall" in the city. The prison has wide and bright corridors and sturdy and beautiful cells. One of Maxilin's daily tasks is to patrol all the prisons with two prison guards. Corridors and rooms to ensure that no prisoners escape, self-mutilate, vandalize prison facilities, and fight privately is a tedious job, but for Maxillin, who likes regularity and order, the job is just as good as his own appetite.

The situation in the regular control area is normal. Basically, the people locked in here are some petty thieves and drunken scoundrels. Some of these people are not even worth being put in prison, they are just temporary cells of the Sheriff's Office. They were temporarily detained here for a few days due to limited space. They did not dare to confront the guards, and basically they would not fight in private to prolong their detention time. The patrolling of this area has always been the most relaxed and comfortable.

After walking through the regular control area, Maximilin led two prison guards to the extraordinary containment area. Before the stairs leading to the underground, the warden glanced at the heat exchanger and ventilation device that were working normally on the wall next to him.

After confirming that everything was normal, Maximilin couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "This is really a good time... It's so comfortable to be in prison."

After walking down a flight of stairs and passing through a fence gate, there is a heavy alloy gate. Before reaching this gate, Maximilin adjusted his belt and uniform, and his expression became slightly serious.

Behind the gate is the deep layer of the prison, a room specially used to hold superhuman criminals.

Starting from this area, there are induction runes and alarm devices that detect magic fluctuations everywhere. The cell is far stronger than other areas, and there are many traps and traps specially designed to counter spell casters, although since this area was built There has never been a superhuman riot, but Maximilin, who has faced superhumans on the battlefield, will instinctively raise his vigilance and become serious.

He subconsciously touched the scar on the lower part of his chest, which was once opened by the hot blade of the superhuman. After recalling the burning pain, he turned on the shield generator on his waist and pressed the baton. Ministry's organs to ensure that the "magic countermeasure" is always ready to be fired.

The two accompanying prison guards also checked their own equipment, and then stepped forward from left to right,

Stick both keys on both sides of the gate at the same time.

With the creaking sound of the mechanical device, the heavy gate slowly opened in front of Maximilin.

The warden turned his head slightly and instructed his subordinates: "Check the protection."

The two early warnings went to check the integrity of the protective runes respectively, while Maximilin walked through the gate and took a look inside.

The room used to house the superhumans is obviously much smaller than the ordinary cells outside. There are only four small rooms for individual detention in total, and at this time, there are only two prisoners in the entire area:

In the first room on the left, which was locked in yesterday, a reckless Arcanist killed the neighbor's dog with an arcane missile after being seriously drunk - because he mistakenly thought the dog had attacked him. Holy duel. This bad move resulted in him having to live here for a week after making compensation according to law, but Maximilin suspects that at least half of the week will be used by the Arcanist to sober up.

This is a guy to watch and watch out for, after all, he's still drunk - maybe he'll take the caretaker who came to the rounds as another duelist and fire an arcane missile too.

The "guest" of the second room on the right has been here for a long time. It is a Druid of unknown origin who was locked in for unlicensed spell casting and smuggling crimes. In Maxilin's eyes, this The taciturn Druid is a bit more "safe", although his temperament is a bit gloomy.

After confirming that the drunk arcanist was still talking nonsense, Maximilin went straight to the outside of the Druid cell named "Bud Wendell" and tapped the alloy fence inlaid with magic materials with a baton: "Hey, it's time for rounds."

In the small cell, a middle-aged man in a gray and white prison uniform sat on the bed with his back to the cell door. Hearing the movement behind him, he moved his arms and said without turning his head, "Wait a minute, I'll just do it. Solve this problem soon."

"...Ha, you're really like living in your own home," Maximilian laughed angrily, "I shouldn't have found a math class for you to relieve your boredom - you see you've painted some on the wall. what!"

In the small cell, almost all the walls and floors are painted with dazzling numbers and symbols, as well as some impromptu poems and short sentences, which can be described as lively - writing and painting on the walls of the cell Painting can be said to be a "reserved hobby" for many prisoners, and the guards have always turned a blind eye to this kind of behavior, but it was the first time that Maxillin really saw someone write two walls on the wall. Equations and long and short sentences, this is really the most special prisoner he has ever seen.

Maximilin, who had been a knight apprentice for a short time, was literate, but what Bud wrote on the wall was beyond his comprehension. He just instinctively judged that the prisoner inside might have some background, but the superhuman has How many are missing?

In the cell, Bud, who was sitting on the bed, finally solved his equation. The middle-aged man with a messy beard and hair stood up, put down the scratch paper and pen in his hand, and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will wipe it myself later. dropped."

"Of course you'll erase it—because you have to write a new equation!" Maximilian glared at Bud inside, "I'm here to inform you that your detention time is up again, and you can leave tomorrow, After you go out, quickly find the Government Affairs Office to do a migration registration..."

Just as the warden said halfway through his words, he saw Bud in the cell take out a small piece of hard bread that was secretly hidden from under the pillow, and threw it to the wall not far from the fence— Under the astonishing arm strength, the small piece of dough hit the wall like a stone bullet, and the latter waved off a protective light film, and then an alarm sounded...

Maximilin and the two prison guards who had just walked in had no time to stop him.

"Damn it! You can't use this method to prolong your detention every time!" What are you still doing? Go and turn off that damn alarm!"

The two early warnings hurried to turn off the alarm, while the drunk Arcanist was talking nonsense loudly in the room not far away, and Bud in the cell shrugged to Maximilin: "It's a good place to live here. Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

"Next time I'm going to search everything in your room. I'll take your pen and your bread," Maximilin said angrily, "I'll see how you can make trouble."

Bud thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'm not a weak mage - I can trigger the alarm with my booger."

Maximilian: "..."

The warden couldn't think of how to respond to this impeccable answer for a while, he could only watch the odious druid slowly walk back to the bed again, laying down like an animal ready to hibernate. Go down, slowly cover the quilt, it tickles your teeth like no one else is.

"You're wasting the empire's money!" Maximilian finally couldn't help shouting, "Listen, I'll report to the General Security Bureau and the Government Affairs Department when I go back, this loophole will be filled soon, you can't be here forever Eat and drink!"

Bud's voice came from the bed: "I trust your conscientiousness, sir—but until then, I just want to get a good night's sleep."

Maximilin finally left in exasperation, as he had done twice before.

The heavy alloy gate closed little by little with the sound of the mechanical device, and the containment area became quiet again. After the indistinct murmuring of the drunk man in the adjacent cell gradually subsided, Bud Wendell, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked at it, then slowly closed his eyes.

After all these years, it was the only place where he could sleep peacefully.

Maximilin ended his patrol of the entire prison and returned to the office with three-point anger.

As a person who started as a knight apprentice, participated in the first generation of the Cecil Combat Corps, experienced all the territory defense and southern unification wars, and has adapted to the basic environment of "every ordinary person is working hard", he could not Understand why there is an extraordinary being willing to sink into that appearance.

After a few minutes, the warden picked up a pen and paper on the desk and buried himself in a report.

If nothing else, at least find a way to get that Bud Wendell out of the cell-otherwise, according to the momentum of that guy's stubbornness, he is afraid that he will stay in this prison better than his own prison officer. Longer!

...

"This is the latest report from Norris from the Plains of the Holy Spirit, Patriarch, please take a look."

In Cecil City, in Gawain's study, Hetty put a thick report on the desk and briefly relayed the contents of the report.

"Investigators from the Ministry of Agriculture and the 'Interim Office for the Reconstruction of the Plains of the Holy Spirit' have entered the south of the fertile woodlands to make rough statistics and assessments of towns and farmlands along the way. The working group believes that the most polluted areas are still further north, which should be In the area of ​​Boulder City and Solimburg, more than 50% of the fields that can be restored within a year are more than 50%. Norris also emphasized that the land that can be restored is not only slightly polluted, but also due to the The coming year may even be more fertile after the grass is burned and recuperated."

"This is rare good news," Gao Wen raised his brows. "The contamination of the crystal clusters was stopped in time. The crystal dust and the accompanying plague have not had time to soak into the soil too much. The land can be directly re-cultivated, and most of the food shortage crisis next year can be solved. already."

"The key now is the desolation of infrastructure such as towns, roads, and water sources," Hetty nodded. "All the original residential areas were the most severely ravaged by the crystal cluster giants. They were bombarded and completely burned by artillery fire. The facilities were completely destroyed, and it would be very slow to relocate the population after simply relying on the government department to organize a team for reconstruction, and the consumption would be very high—it might not even be enough time to re-cultivate the farmland that was not completely abandoned. "

Gawain rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "...this is indeed a problem, the Holy Spirit Plain is too big, even if it is only the eastern part of the plain, the area is almost equal to half of the southern border..."

"Norris has a suggestion for that."

"Oh?" Gawain raised his eyebrows, "What advice?"

Hetty organized the language a little: "Norris encountered many returnees in the less polluted areas, all of whom had fled the polluted area and were outside our control, and finally heard that the war was over and wanted to return to their homeland. After inquiries and rough statistics on the southern, western and eastern borders of the plains, these people may account for about one-tenth of the total population in the eastern plains - much more than we thought."

Gawain blinked.

After the disaster, a large number of uprooted refugees roamed the Plains of the Holy Spirit. This was something Gawain had anticipated from the very beginning—the "Cecil Order" was indeed efficient and rigorous, and could effectively manage the population and rescue refugees, but only if It took a lot of money to establish an effective administrative organization, and the Holy Spirit Plain is not the southern border after all. It is impossible to achieve careful management by relying on the limited shelter and resettlement team and the assistance of the temporary government affairs office, which will inevitably lead to the emergence of a large number of refugees.

one tenth...

This number is shocking. The once prosperous eastern area of ​​the Holy Spirit Plain is now really empty.

But at least one room is still empty.

"These wandering refugees need to be resettled, and it is very dangerous for them to wander unorganized in the polluted area. Norris suggested that we form a 'joint reconstruction group', led by the Supreme Council, with the Recruit Construction Corps and the official pioneer group as the core. Several reconstruction teams are then used to attract, gather and recruit those refugees through various channels, and also encourage those who are interested in returning home and who have temporarily settled in other places to join the team and come back to rebuild their homes...

"The refugees only need the most basic survival guarantee, and we can not only give them survival guarantee, but also give them construction tools and provide guidance. With the motivation to return to their homes and receive land, there should be many responders. Using the experience of building the new Cecil, and organizing a group of young clerks and newcomers to the government office who need experience, plus the construction corps as the core, the size of the reconstruction regiment is enough to destroy more land before it is completely abandoned. Take it back from weeds and jackals."

"Take the land back from the weeds and the jackals... that can be a good propaganda sign," Gawain nodded, satisfied with the proposals, but also gratified by the growth of government officials like Norris over the years , "Is Norris' plan here?"

Hetty nodded: "Yes."

"Then let me add that - after rebuilding the town and social order, the reconstruction team can take root and set up a government office on the spot, and simultaneously complete the construction and networking of transportation, communications, and commerce."

The eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain is already a blank sheet of paper, and Gawain will now directly cover it with the complete Cecil order. When the wasteland is rebuilt, the fertile land in the east of the Holy Spirit Plain will become a piece of peace. The same "new land" in the south, and this new land from the rock fortress from south to north, can directly connect to the old capital of Saint Sunil, or it can lead to the north, to the east...

The wasteland that was once burned to the ground will eventually grow new sprouts, and the new flesh and blood will be healthier and stronger than before.

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