After another day at the forging yard, Powell from Coldwind City was exhausted. He has been in Harmony Village for several days, and he has long lost the novelty he had when he first arrived. Because there is a magical working system in the village, everyone is forced to keep tired.
Most adventurers are very lazy. Basically, "you have to play for three days in one day", and make some money to spend on drinking and women's belly. But in Harmony Village, this kind of laziness is unwelcome.
The forging yard in the village is recruiting every day, but the wages are only settled once a week. I have to go to work on time every day, and I will be scolded by the foreman for being late and leaving early. Deduction of money is trivial. Anyone who wants to absent from work will be expelled directly, and he won't make a single coin.
This makes adventurers who are accustomed to being free to complain but helpless. The salary of the work in the village is higher than that in other places, and there is no need to worry about recruiting people, and those who do not observe discipline will have to get out.
Powell not only wanted to earn that salary, he also wanted to learn the skills of the forge. But unlike other cities and towns in Northland, the technology of Harmony Village is not kept secret, but taught publicly. But even so, few people can learn it well.
Too frustrated.
After working in three shifts at the Forge, Powell went to the tavern in the village after finishing a day shift. He has become accustomed to relaxing here after get off work, drinking some wine, and soothing his mood.
There are many people in the "Old Bones" tavern, and a lot of adventurers gather here to discuss plans for making a fortune. Powell only needs to sit and listen for a while to know all the things that happened in the Black Forest in a day.
The focus of today's discussion is the newly opened weapon shop opposite the tavern. The arrows that are sold in batches have triggered a discussion-the price is low, the quality is good, and there are many people who buy it.
Powell held his glass, knowing that adventurers would be surprised. The arrow was assembled by the apprentice in the forge, and he had been surprised once.
The craftsmen of Coldwind City also produce arrows, which are necessary equipment for every adventurer to go out. Hunting in the wild, sharp arrows can bring great benefits. A pot of selected arrows costs at least two or three silver coins in Coldwind City, and it may not be possible to buy them.
But this thing was sold in batches in Harmony Village.
For a moment, Powell wanted to learn how to make high-quality arrows. It will definitely make a fortune, maybe it's easier than learning how to make a forging machine. But as soon as the thought came out, he laughed.
There are too many mysterious places in this broken village. The forging machine is good, the arrows are good, the place is clean and orderly, even this tavern is good.
After drinking, Powell glanced at the bar. There is a small mechanical clock on the wine cabinet, and it is nine o'clock in the night. This clock is also a wonder of Harmony Village.
In order to know the time, other villages and towns use hourglasses or build tall clock towers. But Harmony Village has a very sophisticated and accurate mechanical clock. The tavern has it, the forge has it, and the village administrative center has it.
Clocks and watches can arouse people's curiosity and have a great impact. Accurate timing seems to wind everyone up, saying what time is the time, there is no way to delay the fool. Several leaders in the village even wear smaller mechanical watches.
For example, Borg, the old dwarf in the medical hall, often deliberately showed his stubby arms, just to wait for others to ask him the time. The look of the villain is really annoying.
It's nine o'clock, and Powell should go back to rest. He walked out of the tavern, let the cold wind blow his head, and followed the gravel road back to the dormitory of the forging yard. On the way back, he had to pass by the military camp in the village, and the bright torch training ground attracted his attention.
Zhou Qingfeng is selecting the personnel to station in the jackal's lair. At least fifty people are required to stay in that place for a long time to stabilize the stronghold.
All the people of the right age in the Black Forest were selected by Zhou Qingfeng, and the tall one was selected among the short ones, and hundreds of people were initially selected to form a team. The conditions of these people are not very good, but their spirits and spirits have improved significantly after eating enough and getting warm for two or three months.
These more than one hundred people are considered militias at best, with males and females of different backgrounds. After a period of collaborative work, they have a preliminary ideological obedience, understand simple commands, and have a certain degree of discipline.
The militia is forming. Hundreds of people were divided into ten teams to distribute swords and crossbows.
Powell, who was passing by, first noticed the old knight Naser, who was in command, "Oh..., there are still some tricky characters in this place."
Naser is a standard duchy knight, and his behavior is straightforward. He walks on the sidelines, any omissions and mistakes are pointed out by him, and good work will be praised.
Powell slowed down and watched carefully. He didn't have a high perception of those militiamen. He felt that it was at most the level of a group of armed attendants. But when he stopped and looked for a while, he couldn't help being surprised.
The militias are indeed novices, and they have not received formal training and are very immature. Theoretically speaking, although they are large in number, they are useless, and should be defeated in one blow.
However, in the actual formation process, the militiamen were chaotic and not scattered, and there was a team leader to restrain discipline. The orders issued by the Knights of Nasser can be executed quickly, and there is not much noise in the training ground-no chaos or noisy, this is not an ordinary serf soldier.
Powell looked more and more shocked-this evil village is indeed a bit unusual, and the rookies in front of him are also worth noting.
There is a strict hierarchy in the world of swords and magic. A regular knight like Naser must have a very noble background. From the age of five or six, he must learn how to become a nobleman. At the age of ten, he must be a knight attendant and exercise his combat skills.
When the children of the untouchables were born, they were afraid that they could not even eat a few mouthfuls of the mother's milk, and they were facing survival difficulties as they grew up. His identity is locked at the bottom of the society, and it is fortunate to be a servant of the nobility, and there is no normal opportunity for advancement.
Only in places like the Black Forest could Zhou Qingfeng disregard identity and recruit hundreds of people to receive education and training. The latter must show unusual discipline and collaboration skills in training, otherwise they will be eliminated.
In Powell's eyes, the militiamen participating in the formation should be bumped in a group, buzzing like headless flies. The officer wanted to scream like a heartbreak, but the people below still didn't understand what he was going to do
This is the normal state of aristocratic attendants.
But the Naser knight only needs to stand beside the training ground and watch coldly. The commands he issued were very brief, as if they didn't speak at all-Zhou Qingfeng ordered the formulation of standard regulations, and all commands and gestures must be clear and effective.
Powell thought about all the nobles he knew, none of them could be compared with the Knights of Nasser-most of the knights may have superb martial skills, but their management skills are low. They tend to just yell and lose their temper, but they don't know how to command their subordinates.
Thinking of the origin of the Knights of Nasser, Powell was relieved a moment later, "The knights from the Principality of Oss are really different. Regardless of their temperament, their abilities are far beyond what they thought. Harmony Village can have this scene, only the exiles of the Oss Is the backbone."
Before coming to Harmony Village, Fabro had been instilling'Victor Hugo is the most noteworthy in the village'. But Powell now has a different view-the old knight Naser has the style of a general.
In the shadows on the side of the training ground, Princess Inissa also silently paid attention to the militia being formed. She happily said to her servants next to her: "Victor is really an all-rounder. His training and commanding abilities are so high that there is no other person in the North. I am more confident in the restoration of the country now."