Wearing brand-new boots, a neat uniform, and a magnificent and beautiful badge and armband, the warden Maxillin walked in the corridor of the prison with his head held high. This man in his thirties had his hair neatly combed , with a well-trimmed beard, and a reserved smile as he walked along, keys and batons were hung on his belt, jingling.
This is a newly built prison, which is as brand new as the "government hall" in the city. There are wide and bright corridors and sturdy and beautiful cells in the prison. One of Maxillin's daily tasks is to patrol all the prisons with two prison guards. Corridors and rooms to ensure that no prisoners escape, self-harm, damage to prison facilities and private fights, this is a rather boring job, but for Maxillin, who likes law and order himself, this job is in harmony with himself appetite.
The situation in the regular control area is normal. The people locked here are basically petty thieves and drunken rioters. Some of these people are not even worthy of being imprisoned, but are just temporary cells of the Public Security Department. They were sent here for a few days because of limited space. They didn't dare to confront the guards, and they basically wouldn't fight in private to extend their detention time. Patrolling this area has always been the most relaxing and comfortable.
After passing through the regular control area, Maxillin led the two prison guards towards the extraordinary containment area. Before the stairs leading to the underground, the warden glanced at the normal working heat exchanger and ventilation device on the wall next to him.
After confirming that everything was normal, Maxillin couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "This is really a good time... I feel so comfortable in prison."
After walking down a section of stairs and passing through a fence gate, there was a heavy alloy gate. When he came to this gate, Maxillin straightened his belt and uniform, and his expression became slightly serious.
Behind the gate is the deep part of the prison, a room dedicated to detaining superhuman criminals.
Starting from this area, there are sensing runes and alarm devices that detect magic fluctuations everywhere in front, and the cell is far stronger than other areas, and there are also many organs and traps specially used to counter spellcasters, although since this area was built There has never been a riot of extraordinary people since then, but Maxillin, who has faced extraordinary people on the battlefield, will instinctively raise his vigilance and get serious.
He subconsciously touched the scar on the lower part of his chest, which was once cut open by the scorching blade of a supernatural being. After recalling the burning pain, he turned on the shield generator at his waist and pressed the baton The internal organs ensure that the "magic countermeasure" is ready to be fired at any time.
The two accompanying prison guards also checked their equipment, then stepped forward one from the left and one from the right, and stuck the two 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 Maxillin.
The warden turned his head slightly, and ordered his subordinates: "Check the protection."
The two early warnings went to check the integrity of the protective runes, while Maxillin walked through the gate and took a look inside.
The rooms used to accommodate the extraordinary are obviously much smaller than the ordinary prison cells outside. There are only four small separate rooms in total, and at this time there are only two prisoners in the entire area:
The first room on the left was just locked in yesterday. A reckless arcanist shot dead a neighbor's dog with an arcane missile after he was seriously drunk. duel. This bad behavior resulted in him having to live here for a week after compensating according to the law, but Maxillin suspected that at least half of this week would be spent by the Arcanist sobering up.
This is a guy who deserves vigilance and caution. After all, he is still drunk. Maybe he will treat the guard who came to round the room as another duelist, and also send an arcane missile.
The "guest" in the second room on the right has been here for a long time. He is a druid of unknown origin. He was imprisoned for the crime of casting spells without a license and illegal immigration. The taciturn druid is a "safer" guy, although his temperament is a bit gloomy.
After confirming that the drunk Arcanist was still talking nonsense, Maxillin went straight to the cell of the druid named "Bad Wendell" and knocked on the alloy fence inlaid with the magic material with his baton: " Hey, it's time for rounds."
In a small prison cell, a middle-aged man in gray and white prison clothes sat on the bed with his back facing the cell door. When he heard the movement behind him, he moved his arms and said without turning his head: "Wait a minute, I will Solve this problem soon."
"... Ha, you really feel like living in your own house," Maxillin laughed angrily, "I shouldn't have found you a set of math lessons to amuse you. Look at what you have drawn on the wall!"
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 drawing on the walls of the cell can be It is said to be a "reserved hobby" of many prisoners, and the guards have always turned a blind eye to this behavior, but it is the first time Maxillin has seen someone write down the equations of the two walls on the wall And short and long, this was truly the most extraordinary prisoner he had ever seen.
Maxillin, 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 something to do with it, but the Transcendent has something How many have no background
In the cell, Bud, who was sitting on the bed, finally finished solving his equations. The middle-aged man with a beard and messy hair stood up, put down the draft paper and pen in his hand, and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will wipe it myself later." dropped."
"Of course you will erase it because you still have to write a new equation!" Maxillin glared at Bud inside, "I came to inform you that your detention time is up again, and you can leave tomorrow. After you get out Hurry up and go to the government affairs department to apply for a migration registration... "
Just as the warden was halfway through his words, he saw Bud in the cell take out a small piece of dry hard bread that was secretly hidden from under the pillow, and threw it to the wall not far from the fence to make people cry. Under the awe-inspiring wrist force, a small piece of bread hit the wall like a stone bullet, and a layer of protective light film was formed on the latter, and then an alarm sounded...
Maxillin and the two prison guards who had just walked in had no time to stop them.
"Damn it! You can't use this method to extend the detention time every time!" Maxillin yelled angrily, "This is a prison, not a hotel where you stay every day! Did you hear that... you two still What are you doing in a daze? Go and turn off the damn alarm!"
The two alarms ran to turn off the alarm in a panic, and the drunk Arcanist was talking nonsense loudly in the room not far away. Bud in the cell shrugged at Maxillin: "It's very important to live here. OK, I'm not going anywhere."
"Next time, I'll search everything in your room. I'll take away your pen and your bread," Maxillin said angrily, "I'll see what you're doing."
Bud thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'm not a weak mage, I can trigger the alarm with booger."
Maxillin: "..."
For a while, the warden couldn't think of how to respond to this impeccable answer. He could only watch helplessly as the nasty druid slowly walked back to the bed and lay down slowly like an animal preparing to hibernate. Go down, slowly cover the quilt, as if there is no one else around, it makes the roots of the teeth itchy.
"You are wasting the empire's money!" Maxillin finally couldn't help shouting, "Listen, I will report to the General Security Bureau and the Government Affairs Office when I get back, this loophole will be filled soon, you can't be here forever Eat and drink together!"
Bud's voice came from the bed: "I believe in your conscientiousness, sir, but until then, I just want to sleep well."
Maxillin finally left annoyed, just like the previous two times.
The heavy alloy gate closed little by little with the sound of the mechanical device running, and the containment area became quiet again. After the muffled murmur of the drunk man in the adjacent cell gradually subsided, Budwendell, who was lying on the bed, opened his mouth. He glanced at his eyes, and then slowly closed them again.
For so many years, this was the only place where he could sleep peacefully.
Maxillin finished his patrol of the entire prison, and returned to his office with three points of annoyance.
As a person who started as a knight apprentice, participated in the first generation of Cecil Combat Corps, experienced all the territorial defense battles and the Southern Unification War, and has adapted to the basic environment of "every ordinary person is working hard", he could not Understand why there is a transcendent who is willing to sink into that appearance.
A few minutes later, the warden picked up the pen and paper on the desk and began writing a report.
Not to mention anything else, at least find a way to get that Badwinder out of the cell, otherwise, according to the momentum of that guy's lingering, he may have to stay in this prison longer than the warden himself !
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"This is the latest report from Norris from the Holy Spirit Plain, ancestor, please have 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 sent by the Ministry of Agriculture and the Temporary Office for the Reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plains have entered the southern part of the fertile forest, and have made rough statistics and assessments of the towns and farmland along the way. The working group believes that the most polluted area is still farther north, it should be In the area around Boulder City and Solinburg, and in the area discovered so far, more than 50% of the fields can be recultivated within a year. Norris also emphasized that these lands that can be recultivated are not only slightly polluted, but also due to the Without burning and recuperating, the coming year might even be more fertile."
"This is rare good news," Gao Wen stretched his brows, "The crystal cluster pollution was stopped in time, the crystal dust and the associated plague had not had time to soak into the soil too much, the land can be directly recultivated, and next year's food shortage crisis will be solved. gone."
"The key now is the abandonment of infrastructure such as towns, roads, and water sources," Hetty nodded, "All the original residential areas were the areas where the crystal cluster giants ravaged the most, and they were bombarded and completely burned by artillery fire. The facilities have been completely destroyed, and it may be very slow to simply rely on the government affairs department to organize a team to rebuild and then organize the population to move back, and the consumption will be great, and it may not even be possible to re-cultivate those farmlands that have not been completely abandoned."
Gao Wen stroked 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 equivalent to half of the southern border..."
"Norris has a suggestion for that."
"Oh?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, "What suggestion?"
Hetty organized the language slightly: "Norris met many returnees in less polluted areas, all of whom had escaped from the polluted areas, wandered outside our control, and finally heard that the war was over and wanted to return to their homeland After inquiries, plus the rough statistics of the southern, western, and eastern border passes of the plain, these people may account for about one-tenth of the total population of the original eastern plain, which is much more than we imagined."
Gawain blinked.
After the disaster, a large number of refugees who left their homes wandered in the Holy Spirit Plain. This is what Gawain expected to happen from the very beginning. The cost is 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 rescue efforts of the temporary government affairs department. This will inevitably lead to the emergence of a large number of refugees.
one tenth...
This number is shocking. The once prosperous eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain is now really empty.
But at least one room was not 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 Corps', led by the Supreme Government Office, centered on the Recruit Construction Corps and the official Pioneer Corps, to set up Several reconstruction teams, and then attract, gather, and recruit those refugees through various means, and also encourage those who intend to return to their hometowns and have temporarily settled in other places to join the team and come back to rebuild their homes...
"Refugees only need the most basic guarantee of survival, and we can not only provide them with guarantees of survival, but also provide them with construction tools and guidance. With the motivation to return to their homes and receive land, there should be many responders. Using the experience of building New Cecil, and organizing a group of young clerks and government affairs newcomers who need to be experienced, together with the construction corps as the core, the scale of the reconstruction corps is enough to wipe out more land before it is completely deserted. Take it back from the weeds and the jackals."
"Take back the land from the weeds and wolves... This can be used as a good publicity symbol," Gao Wen nodded. Apart from being satisfied with these proposals, he was more pleased with the growth of government officials like Norris over the years. "Is this the end of Norris' plan?"
Hetty nodded: "Yes."
"Then let me add that after rebuilding the town and social order, the reconstruction team can take root on the spot and set up a government office, and simultaneously complete the construction and network of transportation, communication, and commerce."
The eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain is already a blank sheet of paper. Gawain will now directly cover it with the complete Cecil Order. When the wasteland is rebuilt, the fertile land in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain will become a piece of peaceful land. The same "new land" as the south, and this new land from the rock fortress from south to north, can directly connect to the old king's capital San Sunil, and can also lead to the north, to the east...
The waste soil that was once burned will eventually grow new shoots, and the new flesh and blood after the carrion is shed will be healthier and stronger than before.
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