Chapter 2240 St. Martins Island

St. Martins is not a desert island. There are fields, farms, and two small villages. But in general, there have never been many families on this small island, so that except for the vicinity of two small towns, nearly one-third of the rest is wasteland.

Today, it is raining again on the island.

Why do you say "again"? In fact, it may be because the land not far away from the United Kingdom is almost covered by lead clouds. Those clouds are special, and probably cannot accumulate water vapor, which makes the water vapor accumulate in the surrounding sea areas.

Recently, the island has been raining from time to time. It is estimated that this is the reason, and it really makes the residents on the island feel a little troubled.

However, there is no way around this. The recent precipitation has made the roads in the countryside extremely muddy. Most of the few islanders can only stay at home, and even complain to their family members.

These Muggle islanders didn't even know the actual situation outside, because the boat that came once a week in the past had already stopped. That is to say, on the satellite TV that uses the "cauldron" to receive signals, you can only occasionally see some French news that has been filtered through control. As for the British TV that you usually watch... It has long been completely unavailable.

Obviously, St. Martins Island is indeed not a deserted island, but now, it has become an isolated island forgotten by many people.

But it must be said that even if it was just an accident and coincidence, even if it wasn't the other party's intention, this island was finally noticed by some people.

It was still raining today, but in the misty rain, a group of figures of different heights, short, fat and thin appeared. These visitors who came in the rain did not disturb anyone on the island, but quietly did some strange work in the large open space on the east side of the island.

If someone could fly into the air and look down, they would be able to see these hurried figures digging the soil silently and regularly on the wasteland. They don't need shovels to dig the soil, but they can easily lift up large pieces of dirt and turf by waving small wooden sticks in their hands.

In about half a day's work, these people have dug out many shallow pits against the increasing rain, but the overall appearance is a circle composed of pits.

But after setting up a canopy and hastily eating something to fill their stomachs, this group of people started digging ditches again.

The shallow ditches look like channels for diverting water, but in fact they don't even seem to be canals because they are shallow and narrow.

These shallow ditches connected the shallow pits dug before one by one, and under the continuous rain, they all accumulated into small puddles scattered all over.

If the accumulation is clear water, this picture will probably be very beautiful.

It's a pity that there is more mud in the pool than water, and it looks muddy and ugly.

However, these people who planed the pits and furrows obviously never considered any ornamental, and there was no such indicator in their tasks. After half a day, many pits have been dug, and shallow ditches have connected them one by one.

The work they were responsible for seemed to be finished, so soon, most of these people disappeared out of thin air one after another, leaving only a few people who were in charge of vigilance around.

The Muggle Repelling Charm still worked, and with the constant rain, no one would wander around the wasteland.

And after staying for more than ten minutes, a second group of people unexpectedly appeared in the rain, and as soon as they arrived at the place, they continued to get busy without saying a word.

This second wave of people came with something. It seemed that they brought pieces of stone slabs. These stone slabs were large and small, and they were all discharged into the shallow pits that had been dug in advance according to the law of small inside and large outside.

It's just that there are many pits dug, but the stone slabs brought are far from so many. After placing the stone slabs, they disappeared without a sound and went to bring more stone slabs from nowhere to arrange and place them. The progress was not very fast.

It wasn't until noon on the second day that the pits were finally filled with stone slabs—the task of the second group of people seemed to have been completed.

So, they left only a few people to guard the venue again, and the others disappeared and left the island. After half an hour of silence, the first group of people returned.

After pouring something into each ditch, these men began to fill the pits and ditches again.

Needless to say, filling the soil is much simpler and more convenient than digging holes and ditches one by one. After refilling this wasteland with the soil dug out at the beginning... Finally, everyone disappeared.

During this one and a half day and nearly a whole night of effort, the two groups of people completed these tasks in a mysterious and strange way. It was still raining, but this piece of wasteland that had been bustling just now finally returned to calm.

It is a pity that in the past few days, it may be difficult for this area to truly restore the tranquility it deserves—that is, just over an hour of tranquility has just passed, and the third group of people of unknown origin has come again .

However, it is worth mentioning that there are only three people in this third wave of people. Among the two figures, one is slightly taller and the other is slightly shorter. Looking at the figures through the rain curtain, they seem to be girls. There is another person who is male, although he also holds a small wooden stick in his hand, but in the other hand he is holding a gleaming silver sword upside down.

But as long as you observe more, it is not difficult to find that the girl who is a little shorter among them seems to be the leader of the three.

"In short, let's squeeze it down first!"

The girl with messy hair looked around for a week, then subconsciously stomped on the ground hard, and then said so.

The voice of the voice became very inconspicuous amidst the sound of rain that filled the surroundings and the sound of waves in the surrounding sea. But as soon as she finished saying this, she raised the wooden stick in her hand and waved it quickly.

The next moment, several cards flew out of her pocket, and inexplicable invisible forces began to cover the wasteland that had been dug and refilled. Wherever they passed, the ground was slightly sunken, the dust was quiet, and even the rainwater seemed to be pulled by some force, and fell much faster.

Not long after, the loose soil on this wasteland was completely compacted, but because of the rain, the ground was still extremely muddy, and after walking two steps, I was afraid that even my shoes would be stuck.

After doing this, the three figures started to get busy with other things again, occasionally discussing a few words with each other in a low voice, but most of the time they were basically busy.

Until the early morning of the third day, the rain, which continued for two consecutive days and nights, finally stopped.

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