"Your Highness, how high and wide do you plan to build this city wall?"
"At least fifteen feet high and six feet wide, for four people to walk side by side," Roland nodded secretly, the professional is different, first ask the technical parameters, and then determine the construction plan.
"Then it needs to dig a man-deep trench to stabilize the upper wall, and the top is six feet wide, and if the wall is fifteen feet high, the bottom is at least twice as wide," Carl replied quickly, "so it's just digging. The trough consumes a lot of manpower. Your Highness, if you can give me a hundred and fifty people, I should be able to dig this trough before the demon moon arrives."
"A ditch can't stop evil beasts," Roland said noncommittally.
"That's right. If the upper part of the city wall is built with stones, it will take three years. If it is only to stop the evil beasts, the city wall can be built not so high, about twelve feet, the width can also be reduced by one-third, and the bottom can be reduced. To six feet. Digging trenches and laying walls at the same time, adding two hundred people... This way, I can finish it before next year's Demon Moon."
Carl paused for a moment, then said, "Please forgive me, Your Highness, now is not a good time to start construction. If the wall is not built in time, even if the trench is dug well, it will be lost after being soaked in rain and snow all winter. It's what it was supposed to do. Then you'd spend more time and manpower cleaning the softened trenches and digging deeper again."
"If according to what you said, the wall is twelve feet high and four feet wide, how long will it take to dig the trench?"
"It should take a month and a half," Carl replied.
"Then just follow this plan, digging and building at the same time, and build it before the Devil's Moon arrives." Roland waved his hand to interrupt what Carl wanted to say, "I know what you are worrying about, take a look at this first. , the latest work from the Greycastle Alchemy Workshop."
Naturally, he didn't have time to glue the stone bricks to the mason again, so he just dragged out the two pasted bricks and showed them. Fortunately, almost no one dared to question the prince's words. When Carl heard that this alchemical binder called cement can be converted from liquid to solid between day and night, and produced extremely high adhesion, his face was exposed. Incredibly shocked look.
Having dedicated the first half of his life to the Mason Society, he can naturally realize how great this invention is. In addition to bonding stones, more importantly, it can shape shapes at will. Isn't this equivalent to directly owning any shape of stone without secondary cutting and grinding? The time-consuming and laborious processing stage can be abandoned, and the erection speed of any building will be raised to a new level. That alone is exciting enough!
Roland looked at the other party with satisfaction, and asked again, "How is it, do you think three months is enough?"
Karl Vanbert's voice trembled, "If you're right, no, no, I mean... If the description of the item in the Alchemy Workshop is correct, I... I'm willing to give it a try."
"Very well, I will let someone write you a detailed information on the use of cement, and if you have any other needs, please talk to my assistant minister," Roland smiled, "Mr. Carl, now you are a member of the Executive Office. staff."
It was the next afternoon when I saw Nana herself. The little girl looked at Anna blankly, grabbed the corner of her clothes for a long time, and said, "Am I already... dead?"
When he first saw her, Roland had to admit that the power of witches not only gave them magical abilities, but also changed their appearance and temperament to some extent. She and Anna are completely different types, but both contain a unique charm. This kind of feeling has nothing to do with age or living conditions. Even when Anna is waiting to die in prison, the light she radiates is still undiminished. Looking through the entire memory, whether it was a street warbler in Greycastle or a well-bred noble lady, he had never felt this way. Putting them together with witches, if I have to describe them, is like a black-and-white photograph with colorful characters.
Karl Vanbert, who brought her here, resigned very wisely, leaving only Roland, Anna and Nana in the palace garden.
"You're not dead, and Anna is alive and well," Roland held back his smile and said, "I'm the fourth prince, Roland Wimbledon, and you are—"
"I'm Nana Pine," the little girl's expression came alive again when she heard that she was not dead. She ran straight to Anna's side and chatted with her, ignoring Roland's identity as the Prince of Greycastle. Naturally, Roland would not care about a little girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old. He sat down against the round table, poured himself ale, and admired the "daily life" of the two witches.
Anna was obviously a little uncomfortable with the other party's familiarity. Nana would only respond after a dozen sentences. Then again, Anna was only seventeen years old, but she already felt like a big sister. Roland couldn't help thinking, how outstanding will she become when she grows up
It wasn't until Nanawa's speech rate gradually slowed down that he coughed twice and asked, "Miss Pyne, according to your teacher, have you awakened as a witch?"
Roland prefers the word "awakening" to what most people call "fallen" as a witch. He wouldn't be naive to think that all witches are pure white paper, and that those with malicious intent will only cause more damage when they gain power. Just like a weapon, it can create violence and resist violence. The key is who holds the weapon. Maybe the witch massacres propaganda by the church are based on facts, but it is too unfair to take this as evidence of the witch group.
Nana's expression froze, and she asked in a low voice, "Will you hang me?"
"No, of course not. The gallows are all heinous criminals. You are not, and neither is Miss Anna, so don't worry about that."
She took a breath and nodded, "I'm not sure... The teacher said that witches possess the power of demons only after being seduced by the devil, but, but I've never seen a devil before?"
"When did you find yourself different?"
"About a week ago," Nana muttered, "I saw a bird break its leg and wanted to help. Then... I felt something run out of my hand."
"Something ran out?" Roland asked, "And then?"
"Well... it suddenly surrounded the bird, like a lump of sticky water," Nana tilted her head to reflect, "then the bird's legs were fine."
Could it be that her powers are of the healing type? Roland's heart thumped violently. He knew very well what this ability meant. In an era when there were no antibiotics and no modern medicine, and when encountering trauma and infection, it was very likely to die directly, being able to heal wounds quickly was equivalent to an extra life. This ability does little to advance the progress of civilization as a whole, but it is surprisingly meaningful for individual lives.
He immediately went to the door and asked the knight standing outside to find a live chicken. If she could prove that what she said was true, she might be able to change the situation in which the witches in Border Town were mercilessly persecuted.