Mages Are Too OP

After the Black Sand Gang spread Roland's recruitment order throughout the city, almost all the people at the bottom of the city were in a state of disbelief.

Because of such a thing, it was the first time they met in their lives.

The nobles recruited migrant workers to work for a day, and at most they were given a piece of black bread a day. That thing was made from the husks of grains and a small amount of flour. Although it was edible, its nutritional value was not high. If you can't stand it for four hours, you will be hungry.

Generally, migrant workers who are recruited need to bring their own food.

More importantly, the nobility lord's call-up order is mandatory and must be obtained, and if the work cannot be completed on time, the end will either be hanged or a limb will be cut off.

After all, according to the current laws of the kingdom, all the commoners living in their territory are essentially the property of the lord.

But now, the magic tower not only feeds and drinks the workers, but also brings back some wheat every day, and it is not even mandatory.

The people of the Black Sand Gang have already said that this time it is not a forced recruitment, it is just a simple recruitment of workers.

Love will not come!

Originally, most of the poor people were hesitant, for fear that it was a way for the nobles to play tricks on these poor people.

But Heisha itself is a low-level organization, and they know very well how to convince civilians of one thing.

That is to use a disgusting attitude to tell those poor people that this time is your chance. It is the master magician who pity you and deliberately find an excuse to feed you, and forget it if you don't go.

Although the commoners did not have much confidence in the upper class of the aristocracy, because of long-term poverty, an instinctive concept of "taking advantage" took root in the blood of the poor people.

This affects their ability to judge.

But it's not their fault, it's just a survival instinct that their ancestors were afraid of poverty and hunger for generations.

If the Heisha Gang begged them to become migrant workers, the poor would definitely not dare to go, and if they beg others with courtesy, they must have their plans. This is their simple vigilance and intuition.

But when the people of the Black Sand Gang told the poor people this news with a arrogant and gifted attitude, most of the poor people were willing to believe it.

It should be so arrogant to give people something to eat for nothing.

More and more poor people, old and young, came out of the slums tremblingly, gathered at the gate of the city, took two white bread first, and then were led away by the arrogant nobles, who gave them axes and went to cut wood outside the city.

Roland stood on the city wall, watching groups of migrant workers happily eating white bread as they walked out of the city.

He turned his head and saw that more and more poor people in the city came out and waited in line at several distribution points outside the city gate.

Vincent stood beside him, and the winter wind was raging, and his magic cloak was rustling.

After observing the distribution point for a while, he asked, "Roland, how much do you want me to supervise?"

"Guarantee that all migrant workers can get their own remuneration and ensure that their lives are worry-free. As for the rest, as long as it is not excessive, just turn a blind eye." Roland sighed with relief.

Vincent smiled and asked back: "Then what do you mean, watching the aristocrats' dog-legs ride on the heads of migrant workers to make a fortune?"

"It can only be like this for the time being, who makes us short-staffed." Roland said helplessly: "When the magic apprentices we cultivate ourselves grow up, they will be useless."

Vincent smiled: "It seems that you already have a plan, so that's fine. Then I'll take someone down to supervise the work first. To be honest, playing this game is quite interesting, you can see different worlds and different lives, and learn magic. I won’t talk about it, but now I can become a sheriff and experience how grassroots personnel work.”

After hearing this, Roland smiled and said, "Isn't it okay? You are a rich second-generation, and the experience and experience you have learned here can always be brought to the real world, and may be able to help your family's business or company. ."

Vincent waved his hand as he walked: "My family is just an ordinary family."

Oh, it's strange to believe you.

Roland shook his head, then came down from the city wall and returned to the magic tower.

Now the magic tower is empty, and everyone has been sent out to work, even the students.

They follow the old seniors, and usually help with serving tea, passing water, mopping the floor, passing some information and so on.

Children don't play a big role, but they can learn a lot by following the older generation's work.

For example, feel the atmosphere of doing things and learn the attitude of doing things.

Day by day, more and more poor people came out of the slums to work. Now the number of bread distribution points has increased from ten to more than thirty. Even so, it is still a bit busy. Come.

There are several hotels and taverns under the name of the Magic Tower. Now they are all closed, and all their hands are used to steam bread, which barely maintains the continuous supply of bread.

After a few days, the wheat and flour in the magic tower warehouse disappeared at an exaggerated rate, and it was almost bottomed out in less than five days.

Fortunately, Roland had made arrangements before, and the first batch of merchants sent back a large amount of flour on carts, enough for three days of consumption.

And the follow-up food is also delivered in an orderly manner.

Although Roland has never directed large-scale events or projects, as an 'intellectual' who has been educated for nearly 20 years, he can be called an intellectual in this world... He has also organized class activities, and has had similar experience of.

Although the number of people is far behind, the difficulty of this deforestation project is not high, and the technical content is also insufficient. The only thing to pay attention to is the safety of workers and logistics supply.

The two Roland were very careful and tight, Vincent helped to watch, and he himself checked the logistics consumption and supply data once a day.

Try to be as perfect as possible.

Logging and land reclamation went smoothly. Most of the woods in the north had been cut down, and now the nobles or famous people in the city seemed to recognize Roland again.

Commanding the work of nearly 20,000 people, providing them with food, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, methodical and orderly, without a single mistake, such command and planning ability, even as a general leading troops to fight without any problem.

Many nobles who were not convinced by Roland at first also began to show signs of changing their minds.

Only little John, in his study, didn't know how many things he broke.

Everything is on track.

But Roland didn't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy.

He would stand on the city wall for more than an hour every day to see if there was something he had missed, but he couldn't find it, and this feeling of unease was getting stronger and stronger.

Today, he was standing at the top of the city as a 'supervisor', and it was already snowing at this time.

Vincent rode his horse back from a distance, he rushed up to the city wall, panting and said: "Something is wrong, there are a lot of outsiders near the forest, all of them seem to be spellcasters, but they don't look like mages. , the visitor is not good."

Spellcaster?

Roland's mind suddenly flashed, and he finally knew the reason why he always felt uneasy.

Druid!

Extreme environmentalists in this world.