Mages Are Too OP

When the Black Sand Gang spread Roland's job orders throughout the city, the entire city's bottom people were almost in an unbelievable state.

Because of something like this, it's the first time they've ever met.

The nobles recruit civilian workers to work for a day and give them a piece of black bread at most. That thing is made up of grain bran shells and a small amount of noodles. Although it can be eaten, it is not of high nutritional value. If you eat your stomach, you will starve if you can't hold it for even four hours.

Civilian workers, who are generally recruited, are required to prepare their own food.

More importantly, the conscription of noble lords is compulsory, must come, and if the work is not done on time, the next step will be either hanging or amputating a limb.

After all, under the laws of the present kingdom, all civilians living on its territory are essentially the property of the Lord.

But now, the tower not only feeds and drinks laborers, but also brings back some wheat, not even... compulsory.

As the Black Sands have already said, this time it is not forced recruitment, it is simply the recruitment of workers.

Love or not!

Most of the poor would have hesitated, and fear was a means for the aristocratic figures to play with them, the poor ones.

But black sand and itself are the underlying organizations, and they know exactly how to convince civilians of one thing.

It's a disgusting attitude to tell these poor people that this is your chance, that the wizard master pities you, and deliberately finds someone to feed you or not to go.

Although there is little confidence in the upper elite, because of prolonged poverty, an instinctive notion of 'possession' is rooted in the blood of poor people.

It affects their judgment.

But it's not their fault, it's just that their ancestors got scared, hungry, and that's a survival instinct.

If the Black Sands were begging them to work as civilian workers, the poor would surely dare not go, courting people, and they would make plans. This is their simple alert instinct.

But the black sand gang, with a cheerful toe, as if to give the news to the poor with a gracious attitude, most of the poor are willing to believe.

You should be so arrogant when you give people food for nothing.

More and more poor people, young and old, shaking their way out of the slums, assembled at the gates of the city, led by two white breads, then taken away by noble dog legs with high toes, issued axes to them and went logging outside the city.

Roland stood on the wall, watching a team of civilian workers eat white bread and walk out of town.

He turned around and saw more and more people coming out of the city, waiting in line at several distribution points outside the city gate.

Vincent stood aside and the winter breeze blew his magic cape.

After a while, he asked, "Roland, how much do you want me to supervise? ”

“to ensure that all civilian workers receive their own remuneration and that their lives are safe, and, as for the rest, to the extent that they are not excessive, to close one eye.” Roland sighed.

Vincent smiled back and asked, "So what do you mean, watching the noble dog legs ride on the head of the vigilante? ”

“That's all we can do for now, who's understaffed us.” Roland helplessly said, "When the magic apprentices we cultivate grow up, they will be of little use. ”

Vincent laughed: “Looks like you've got a plan, that's fine. Then I'll take people down to the supervisor first. To be honest, it's fun to play this game. I can see different lives in different worlds. I won't talk about learning magic. Now I can actually be a sheriff and experience how grassroots people work. ”

Roland finished the conversation and laughed, "Is that bad? You're a wealthy second generation, and the experience and experience you've learned here can always take you to the real world, maybe help your family's business or company. ”

Vincent walked and waved: "My family is just an ordinary family. ”

Oh, I don't believe you.

Roland shook his head, then came down from the walls and returned to the Tower of Magic.

Now that the tower is empty, everyone is sent out to do their job, even the students.

They followed the elders, usually helping to serve tea, deliver water, wipe the floors, convey some information or something.

Kids don't play much of a role, but they can learn a lot from watching the work of older generations.

For example, feel the atmosphere of doing things, learn how to do things.

One day later, more and more poor people were coming out of the slums to work, and now there are ten distribution points for bread, which is now more than thirty people. Even so, it is a little too busy.

In the name of the Magic Tower, there are several hotels and taverns, and now they are all closed and used for steaming bread, which barely sustains the bread supply.

A few days later, the wheat and flour in the Magic Tower warehouse disappeared at an exaggerated rate and was almost at the bottom in less than five days.

Fortunately, before Roland, the first merchants to be dispatched had already returned large quantities of flour in a scooter, enough to consume three days.

Subsequent food shipments also came in an orderly manner.

Although Roland has not directed any major activities or projects, as an educated ‘intellectualist' for nearly two decades, he is fully qualified as an intellectualist in the world… and has organized class activities with similar experience.

Though the numbers are far short, the difficulty and technical content of this deforestation project are not high, and the only thing to be aware of is the issue of security and logistics supply.

These two Roland were cautious, and Vincent helped watch, and he himself looked at the logistics consumption and supply data once a day.

Try to be perfect.

The logging was well under way, and the forests in the north had been cut down for much of it, and now the nobles in the city, or the celebrities, seemed to recognize Roland again.

Commanding the work of nearly 20,000 people, supplying them with food, sunrise, sunset, orderly, orderly, without any errors, such command and planning capabilities have no problems, even when a general leads the battle.

Many aristocrats who were not comfortable with Roland also began to hide signs of a change of mind.

Little John, he's in his study, and he doesn't know how much he broke.

Everything is on track.

But Roland, for some reason, always felt a little restless.

Every day he stood on the walls for over an hour to see what he had missed, but he couldn't find it, and the feeling of insecurity grew.

Today he routinely stood in the city's ‘supervisor’, and by then it had fallen a little snow.

Vincent rode his horse back from a distance to Mercedes-Benz, and he rushed up against the city wall and gasped: “Something's wrong. There are many outsiders near the forest. They all look like practitioners, but they don't look like magicians. They're bad. ”

The magician?

Roland's mind glistened so violently that he finally knew why he was always upset.

Druid!

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