The winters in the four northwest towns are extremely cold. Although the barbarians from the ice fields say that this is nothing, for ordinary people, every winter is extremely difficult. It is common for people who are not in good health to survive and die. things.
In fact, if the winter here hadn't been so difficult, perhaps more people would have come from the Gold Coin Federation. Or perhaps it is precisely because the winter here is so harsh that the new escapees who come every year can have a living space.
"Although it sounds reasonable, I don't like it at all." Haman pushed his cart on the empty streets. There were several frozen corpses on the cart. "I was supposed to be a small businessman." , set up a stall or walk through the streets or something. In the end, it turned into cleaning up corpses... "
He muttered dissatisfiedly, but actually he didn't have too many complaints about this job.
After all, thanks to this job, he can at least make enough money to support himself.
In this cold winter, I am happy to be able to eat food every day, even if I am not full.
Hmm... It would be better if I could have slightly thicker clothes!
The ground in the town was not flat, and it was a bit difficult to push the crudely made flatbed truck. The dead people on the truck jumped and jumped from time to time, and the corpses stiffened by the cold were colliding with each other, making a dull sound.
"Come on, Haman, don't you want to be one of them!" Haman said to himself, "The coldest period of this winter is over. After this month, you can continue to go north, until Go to the legendary amusement park! It is said that as long as you can reach there alive, even people who know nothing can learn a skill and live a peaceful life... "
Relying on these words of self-comfort to encourage himself, or relying on labor to generate some heat in his body, he successfully got through the day. The key was to earn enough money to eat.
It's much easier to stay up at night than during the day. There are no lords in the four northwest towns, and there are no laws prohibiting deforestation. He has already stored a lot of firewood at his home. With the help of the traditional kang bed, the cold night is nothing to fear.
But on the second day, a huge difficulty was placed in front of him.
"There is no need for body pickers today." The strong guard captain waved his hand and said lightly, "There are one or two dead people on the roadside, it's not a big deal. Let's wait for two days and then we can clean them up together."
Haman wisely gave up his pleas, knowing that they would be of no use.
Among those people who froze to death and starved to death on the roadside, who didn’t plead for help? But did that change their outcome
Forget it, go pick up some firewood and come back. If you are hungry for a day or something, just bear with it.
Facts have proved that being hungry in winter is really unbearable.
So every time at noon, he would be so hungry that he would be dizzy and sit down among the firewood he had collected so hard, unable to stand up again.
"It is said that all creatures that die in the Ash Forest will turn into skeletons, and then turn into skeleton soldiers that haunt the night." Exhausted and dizzy, he smiled bitterly and said to himself, "I don't know what will happen when I turn into a skeleton soldier. What does it look like?”
"...Don't all skeleton soldiers look the same?" came the voice of a little girl.
Haman reluctantly moved his head, followed the direction of the sound, and saw a little girl wrapped in a thick robe, looking at him curiously. Not far behind her, there were several boys and girls who had wrapped themselves up like rice dumplings, and a woman wearing a waist-baring short shirt that was completely incompatible with the cold winter.
"Uncle, what are you doing lying on the ground?" The little girl came over and asked with a smile.
Haman smiled bitterly and replied: "If you don't do anything, I'm going to starve to death, or I'm going to freeze to death. It doesn't make any difference."
The woman in a short shirt waved her hand, and a ray of red light fell on him, quickly warming up her body that was almost too cold to move. Then she asked a young man carrying a large backpack to take out some noodles. Haman burst out with a speed that he had never seen before in his life. He grabbed the pancake and wolfed it down.
This cake is so well done! It's soft and sweet, with a lot of oil in it. It tastes very delicious and is not easy to choke.
Haman ate a whole piece of cake as quickly as the autumn wind swept fallen leaves, but when he was about to eat the second piece, the woman in a short shirt took it back.
"If you eat any more, you will strangle yourself to death." Her voice was full of energy, with a feeling that it could burn, "I am Magic Cannon Felix, and I plan to build a magic academy of my own here. By the way, Do some city building. Will you work for me?"
Haman did not hesitate at all and lowered his head deeply: "There is no way I can repay you for saving my life, so please just give me your orders!"
"Don't mind. I'm not forcing it," Miss Ferrex said nonchalantly. "It's not my style to take advantage of a favor, and anyone who sees this situation would do the same thing as me."
Would anyone do the same thing
Haman lowered his head and recalled how he had hurried past people who were about to starve to death more than once, holding food in his arms.
He felt very small, as small as an ant.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Huishi Town. Miss Felix directly found the meeting place of the big shots who ruled this town. I don’t know what she said to those big shots. Anyway, by the time she came out, there was already a "Mayor of Powderstone Town" title.
Does a great magician who is not afraid of the cold need to be the mayor of a run-down town
Haman was a little confused, especially when he noticed that Miss Felix's right hand was slightly stained with blood... This female magician seemed a little strange in both her dress and style.
Miss Felix caught his gaze, smiled, grabbed a handful of snow on the side of the road and wiped the back of her hands clean: "In the past few years, all the people I have dealt with are overly powerful people, so when negotiating, I always I accidentally forgot to control my strength—but don’t worry, no one was killed.”
… Do magicians negotiate with fists? Haman felt that something was wrong.
"Haha, don't worry about this little thing. Let's go, let's find a place to build a house."
Miss Felix and her students - boys and girls who wrapped themselves in rice dumplings - came to where Haman lived. The terrain here is open and it is close to the town wall, which is very convenient.
Then, this strange magician finally showed his ability to act like a magician.
She took out a gray wooden stick and pointed and drew on the open space. Then the ground shook, and the soil that was as hard as stone rolled up like living mud, forming the shape of a house, and then started again. Solidified and turned into the color of stone.
The work seemed to take a lot of effort, and even the energetic Miss Ferrex looked a little tired after the house was completed. She complained about things like "Change spells are really troublesome", something that Haman seemed to understand but didn't understand. She took out some quilts from a small bag and asked the students to decorate their rooms, while she stood at the door with her fingers outstretched. The flames burned a line of words on the wall next to the door of the strange, square house that looked like stacked boxes.
"My calligraphy is pretty good," she said proudly.
"...Sorry, I can't read."
"Don't worry about this little thing, just follow suit in the future." Miss Felix's interest was not affected at all, she said with a smile, "This is the 'Isuca Magic School', you have to remember it well. Because from today on From now on, you are an employee of our school!”
After building the house, of course you need to purchase the necessary furniture. Miss Felix sent Harman to take the students to buy furniture and other things that might be used, while she stayed in charge of the magic school.
After everyone had gone away, she raised her head and looked into the sky where there seemed to be nothing.
"Your Majesty, Mask of the Void, do you think there is really any hope that this dilapidated town can be built?"
Sui Xiong's voice came from the empty air: "The so-called hope comes from despair, not to mention that this town has not reached despair yet. As long as you spend some time and energy, I think it should be able to recover. "
"But what does this town have? There must be something produced."
"If it is so easy to find the direction of revival, why should I invite you, a great magician with a business background?" Sui Xiong said with a smile, "It is not difficult to find powerful magicians, but magicians who know how to manage and build are more difficult to find. Less. You see, the Mystic Tower Federation is so big, and there are many legendary mages, but how many legendary mages can make their own territory decent? Only a few such as Lamperus."
Felix laughed because of Sui Xiong's praise: "That's right. If anyone can do it, then there's no need for me to make a special trip!"
She jumped up and easily jumped to the roof, which was significantly higher than the houses next to it. She looked around at the low and dilapidated houses around her.
"Maybe I should find a painter to paint this scene." She used her hands to make a picture frame, encircling the scene in front of her inside the frame, and said with interest, "When my magic school becomes prosperous in the future, This painting can be used as a souvenir to open the eyes of the new students and encourage them at the same time.”
Sui Xiong, who was invisible in the air, smiled, waved his tentacles, and a picture scroll made of special materials that was impervious to water and fire appeared out of thin air and floated in front of her. On the scroll, it is the town of Huishi at this moment.
A run-down town, the whole place gave off an aura of depression and decadence, and even the guards seemed weak. Only the strange-looking square house on the edge of the town exuded a distinctive vitality.
"This is a good idea." He said, "Leave it to me. Every once in a while, I will draw a picture of this town to leave you with enough memories."