So, after a few days of investigation, he had indeed found three suitable places to build a port. The so-called suitable was only relative. The terrain here was not flat, and there were almost no decent beaches. That was why there were only three fishing villages in the entire northern part of Eiffta. The rest of the land was extremely barren.
After this investigation, Houdini sent a signal to the "Boradini", which was docked a few nautical miles away, asking for a ship to pick him up. After all, there was still some time before Roddy was done with the matters in Hollier City. He had to get some supplies for the ship first.
But he did not expect the attendant who rowed the small boat to bring a letter from the parliament. The harsh words on it immediately made Houdini's face darken. He did not expect the Ballenner Academy to constantly put pressure on the chairman, even to the point of giving him an "ultimatum"!
This letter was clearly chosen to be sent after the Chairman of the House of Representatives was annoyed by Ballenner. This was because the words on it were filled with offensive intent. It even wrote, "The Boratini isn't Houdini's toy alone. It has to return as soon as possible, or the House of Representatives will issue a warning."
If the threat from the Ballenner Academy was nothing, then the signature of Brenka Academy's Councilor Cory at the end of the letter was something that completely infuriated Houdini.
Even the core councilors of the academy were involved in giving him an ultimatum … Did the huge Brenka Academy not even have the courage to say "no"?
Houdini felt that he had not been so oppressed in many years. He frowned deeply and stared at the bread in his hand. He felt that he had no appetite at all.
"Even my own people want to hit me when I'm down …"
He slowly got up, his robe fluttering despite the absence of wind. His pent-up emotions carried a huge amount of magic and directly vented towards the sea in front of him. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a large amount of seawater rose into the air!
There was no technique, no chanting. Houdini simply relied on this method to vent the anger in his heart.
The magic of a Magister could be said to be vast. In an instant, the entire coast was as bare as a receding tide. Hundreds and thousands of tons of seawater were seized by the magic in the air, causing Houdini to feel the heavy pressure. But this feeling of competition was exactly what he needed. After holding on for more than ten seconds, he exhaled sharply and finally let the seawater fall back down.
The sound of the collision was like muffled thunder, echoing in the canyon of the bay.
The whole process took less than a minute, but Houdini felt much better. He slowly exhaled and steadied his breathing. When he turned around, he saw the dumbfounded looks on the students' faces. He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. Let's continue eating."
He had wanted to return to his tent to rest early, but the apprentice beside him suddenly said, "Lord Houdini, just now … there seemed to be something strange under the beach."
Houdini hadn't noticed anything on the beach before. He frowned. "What did you see?"
"It's a regular line … and it's at a place further away from the coastline. Could it be a trace left behind by something or a relic?"
"Ruins?"
Turning his head to look at the sea that had calmed down again, Houdini could not help but feel a little ridiculous. Could it be that his act of venting his anger had coincidentally discovered something new?
*****
At this time, Elsen City was still in full swing.
The villages and towns outside the city had begun to take shape. The Orc captives were scattered in batches and sent to different places to do hard labor. One had to admit that compared to humans, these guys were three times stronger. They were very efficient in their work.
After the first few days, the food given to these Orcs had been upgraded to a whole new level. Although it was said that the food had been upgraded, it was just maintained to a normal standard. But even so, the Orcs clearly had fewer complaints, and they didn't complain as much when they worked.
Teflin, who lived in the isolated area of the city, had also stabilized in the past few days. More than 60% of the people chose to go out to work in exchange for pay. The situation of starving because of laziness had completely disappeared. Because of the opening of classes, many talented Teflin were assigned new jobs. After the overall salary was raised, their living standards were quickly lifted from the initial poverty. Now, at least every family could eat their fill and even save up food.
The crops outside Elsen City were growing well. Or rather, it was better than what the farmers had ever seen. In this era, most of the crops they farmed were wheat, rye, oats, and buckwheat. It was not yet the harvest season in early June, but the well-growing oats had already been harvested in advance. Wheat was the most delicate and also the slowest growing crop. At this time, it was also growing well, which made the farmers smile all day long.
With the expansion of the logging area and the construction of new towns, several villages also rapidly expanded. Under the supervision of Elsen City, the arcane puppets driven by crystals completed the most arduous task of plowing. The fertile land was quickly organized into plots of farmland. It was foreseeable that Elsen would soon become the area with the highest food production this year in Efta, where the war had just ended.
Because of the series of "talent collection" orders issued by Roddy, there were now people who had been found coming to Elsen City with confused faces. But now that Roddy was not here, it was up to Camilla to entertain and make arrangements for these seemingly ordinary people. Among them were a young man who had just become a bard, a helper who had been doing odd jobs in a blacksmith shop for three years, and a bartender who had been displaced by the war.
In short, there was nothing special about these people, and none of them were doing well. After all, it was difficult for people with stable jobs and livelihoods to easily agree to come to a strange city to seek a way to survive. Camilla knew this, but she did not show any impatience. She arranged temporary jobs for them and waited for Roddy to come back and tell them where to go.
Recently, Melinthra did not stroll around in boredom like before. Instead, she locked herself in a luxurious laboratory specially prepared for her in the Pasha Magic Tower, thinking about how to break through the first threshold of an "Elementalist." Naiffy had been in a good mood recently. She had been fantasizing about what she would need to prepare for the trip with Rody. However, she was reprimanded by Camilla a few times for this. The little girl felt that her mother was in a bad mood these days, so she obediently hid in the library to read. Occasionally, she would flip through some popular High Elf novels and read them with relish.
Natha wandered around the military camp every day. She had also been incorporated into the "Elsen Central Intelligence Agency" department, but because of her personality, she was not suitable to be a leader, so she was currently called the "Deputy Captain of Operations." Her salary and authority were three levels higher than those of Teflin who were still receiving education and training, but she was not responsible for commanding these people.
She often practiced archery on the drill ground of the military camp, so she would always run into Nora who had just returned from class. The third time they met, Nora greeted Natha, which surprised the Wood Elf Ranger. Both of them were people of few words, but it seemed that they had gotten to know each other after a fight. Although Natha did not have many friends, she found that Nora and herself were quite similar, so they gradually got to know each other more often. Although they still did not talk much, they could barely be called "friends."
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