Mages Are Too OP

Back at the Magic Tower, Roland immediately convened an ad hoc meeting.

The heads of the properties under the name of the Magic Tower are all here, about thirty-four people, a small number of nobles, a large number of businessmen, and a small number of special people, such as the less visible forces of the Black Sands Gang.

“There are important things you need to do to bring us together.” Roland's eyes swept through the crowd and continued: “I'm not going to say much bullshit, it's much colder this winter than in previous years, and I think a lot of people feel it. ”

Everyone was a little confused, so they looked at Roland.

“But there are still a lot of poor people in the city, and on such a cold day, their humble thatched house can't keep out the cold wind and snow, and there are a lot of people who lack food, and I think a lot of civilians can't survive this winter, and a lot of people could die. Tens of thousands, or 100,000? ”

Roland's voice echoed in the conference room, and most people were quite surprised, and they concealed Roland's thoughts.

But that's exactly why they're surprised.

Roland, is this about saving those filthy, poor sluts?

In winter, it is not uncommon to save the Dalits. The Temple of Light, the Temple of Life, every winter saves a small group of more devout Dalits and keeps them alive. But it's just a small batch, and it's still selective.

But what's Roland's purpose? He had no faith mission to solve, and those bitches had no effect on him.

Not even eligible for cannon dust.

Besides, there are a lot of poor people in Del Ban. There must be tens of thousands of people. How much can Roland save?

By helping tens of thousands of people build their houses, almost half of the house in the tower can be emptied. If the daily food supply is taken into account, it is estimated that the tower will be infinite this winter.

Roland's gonna do such an idiot thing? Impossible!

The people below held their bellies in suspicion and wanted to share their thoughts and opinions with the friends next to them, but Roland stood above them and looked at them with disdain, making them afraid to open their mouths.

“I want to save them!” Roland threw a sound: “Even tens of thousands of people. ”

Guess it came true, and now the whole conference room is talking about it, and they can't help it anymore.

Even Roland was shouted, "Your Excellency, this idea is impractical. That's tens of thousands, not thousands. You underestimate adult consumption. ”

Only Vincent sat quietly, without any excitement.

Roland waited a while for them to discuss it and say, "I know what you're thinking, but I've thought about it. First of all, these tens of thousands of people are not displaced people, they have a little bit of assets, most of them have their own places to live, and they have a certain amount of food to store. It's just not enough. It might not last this winter. ”

Everyone in the conference room listened quietly.

“This group will survive this winter if they are supported by a certain amount of food.” Roland smiled and said, "This group of people doesn't need to spend too much of our elves and time, shave them off, really need us to work hard, need us to build them houses, give them a lot of food to help them survive the winter, less than 10,000. ”

"But even so, raising such a large group of people is a huge burden on the finances of the Magic Tower. ”

“Why keep them and let them do their job?” Roland laughed: “Some of our golden sons have long considered such a problem, and the solution is simple: to feed their work. ”

Everybody's a little confused.

Neither did Roland ask them to understand, but instead took out a map and pointed it at the place where it was circled and said: "This is a forest in the north of the city, covering a large area, and we organized tens of thousands of people to cut it down, and I'm sure we'll be able to cut the trees out in half a month, and burn the grass and the roots together. Later, new wooden houses were built on the ashes from off-the-shelf wood, and the more they were built, the more open space around them could be reclaimed and distributed to those willing to live there. ”

“When people settle there, after a period of development, they can become sub-towns of Del Pradesh, or as new towns. ”

“But how can we let tens of thousands of people cut through the woods, and they won't listen to us and approach us by force? ”

When Roland heard this, he said to the Blacksand gang, "Gru, you let your men spread the word in the ghetto, saying that the magic tower will start to recruit tomorrow, and the more lumberjacks, the better, the less likely men, women and children, as long as you can swing the axe. Those willing to work hard eat three meals a day, two white breads, and 150 grams of wheat a day as a reward. It is imperative that the whole city be informed of the news. ”

That number was carefully considered by Roland.

One meal and two fisted white bread, adults can only eat seven or eight cents full, can work, but there is not much strength to make more noise. And if the elderly and children can't finish two loaves of white bread per meal, they will definitely take it home to their families.

And a hundred and fifty grams of wheat, about three taels, cooked, is enough to consume an adult for a day of activity.

In this way, every civilian worker will be able to eat well, and there will be some leftover food to return to his family.

Then Roland went on to say, "The more businessmen get me started and go to other cities to buy food, the better. And the nobles bring out your skill and bring your servants, and each family manages a certain number of civilian workers, restraining them, telling them when to do and what to do. Tomorrow I'll leave the daily work scheduling process to you. ”

Everyone frowned when they heard that.

Roland, it's scratching their skin.

But then Roland smiled, “Of course I won't let you do it for nothing. You should also hear that the Magic Tower will have a 'points' system in the future, and now you work for me, depending on the type of work, and earn different points. Importantly, these points can be handed over to your descendants, and if you have a magic apprentice in your home, the points will be of great use. ”

At this point, Old Conandor asked, "Lord Roland, where can I ‘buy’ a point?

“Models of first-degree spells. Secondary spell models cost 2 points, 3 levels 4 points, and then doubled it down," Roland smiled: “You can also swap some magic materials, or you can swap some special qualification tilts, for example... If you have a child that close to becoming an apprentice, then the points can serve as his assessment score. ”

Everyone stood still and calmed down and stopped talking, just looking at Roland with their eyes open.

Roland sees that everyone understands what he is saying, he nods with satisfaction, and then looks to Vincent: "As for the supervision of the progress of the project, whether the managers are malfeasant, corrupt and lazy, it's up to you. ”

Vincent glanced around at everyone in the room and grinned.

Everyone else, except Roland, had a subconscious chill.

And then Vincent had an arrogant tone that was characteristic of two rich generations, and he said, "No problem! I like to grab the handle. ”