The winter in the four northwestern towns was extremely cold. Although the barbarians from the ice field said that it was not a big deal, for ordinary people, every winter was extremely hard to endure. It was common for those who were not strong enough to survive and die.
In fact, if the winter here was not so hard to endure, maybe more people from the Commonwealth of Gold Coins would come here. Or maybe it was because the winter here was so harsh that the new refugees could have a living space every year.
"Although it sounds reasonable, I don't like it at all." Harman pushed his cart on the empty street. There were several frozen corpses on the cart. "I should have been a small businessman, setting up a stall or walking in the alleys. But I ended up cleaning corpses... "
He muttered discontentedly, but in fact, he did not have too many complaints about this job.
After all, thanks to this job, he could at least earn enough money to support himself.
In this cold winter, he could eat food every day. Even if he could not eat his fill, it was still a happy life.
"Well... it would be better if I could have slightly thicker clothes!"
The ground in the town was not flat. It took a lot of effort to push the shoddily made flatbed cart. The corpses on the cart would jump up and down from time to time. The frozen corpses bumped into each other and made dull sounds.
"Come on, Harman. You don't want to be one of them, do you?" Harman said to himself. "The coldest part of this winter is over. After this month, we can continue to the north until we reach the legendary amusement park! It is said that as long as we can get there alive, even if we know nothing, we can learn a skill and live a peaceful life... "
Relying on these self-comforting words or labor to generate some heat in his body, he successfully survived the day. The key was that he earned enough money to eat.
Compared with the day, the night was much easier. There was no lord in the four northwestern towns, and there were no laws prohibiting deforestation. He had already stored a lot of firewood in his house. With the help of the traditional kang bed, he was not afraid of the cold at night.
But when the next day came, he was faced with a huge difficulty.
"We don't need corpses today." The strong guard captain waved his hand and said lightly, "There are one or two dead people on the roadside. It's no big deal. Let's store them up for two days and then pack them up together. "
Harman wisely gave up the idea of pleading. He knew it was useless.
Those who froze or starved to death by the roadside, which one of them had not bitterly begged? But would that change their ending?
Forget it, I'll go pick up some firewood. He would just have to endure it if he was hungry for a day.
As it turned out, it was unbearable to go hungry in winter.
Therefore, every noon, he would be so hungry that he would feel dizzy. He would sit down in the middle of the firewood that he had painstakingly gathered, unable to stand up again.
"It's said that all creatures that die in the Cinder Woods will turn into skeletons, and then become skeleton soldiers that appear at night." In the dizziness of exhaustion, he smiled bitterly and muttered to himself, "I wonder what it will be like when I become a skeleton soldier?"
"… Aren't all skeleton soldiers the same?" a little girl's voice spoke up.
Harman moved his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a little girl wrapped in a thick robe looking at him curiously. Not far behind her, there were several young boys and girls wrapped up like dumplings. There was also a woman wearing a short-sleeved shirt that was completely inappropriate for the cold winter.
"Uncle, why are you lying on the ground?" the little girl came over and asked with a smile.
Harman smiled bitterly and answered, "Nothing. I'm starving to death, or freezing to death. There's no difference. "
The woman in the short-sleeved shirt waved her hand, and a red light fell on his body. It warmed up his frozen body quickly. Then she asked a young man with a big backpack to take out some flatbread. Harman suddenly burst out with a speed that he had never seen in his life. He grabbed the flatbread and wolfed it down.
The flatbread was really good! It was soft and sweet, and there was a lot of oil in it. It was very delicious and not easy to choke.
Harman ate the whole flatbread as fast as the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. But when he was about to eat the second one, it was taken back by the woman in the short-sleeved shirt.
"If you eat any more, you'll eat yourself to death." Her voice was full of vitality, as if it could burn. "I'm Magic Cannon Felix. I plan to build a magic academy of my own here and do some urban construction. Are you willing to work for me? "
Harman didn't hesitate at all. He bowed his head deeply. "I can't repay you for saving my life. Please tell me what to do!"
"Don't mind me. I'm not forcing you, "Miss Felix said indifferently. Miss Felix said nonchalantly. "Taking advantage of others is not my style, and anyone who saw this would have done the same thing."
Anyone would have done the same thing?
Harman lowered his head and recalled how he had hurried past starving people more than once with food in his arms.
He felt very small, as insignificant as an ant.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Pyroxene Town. Miss Felix went directly to the gathering place of the big shots who ruled the town. No one knew what she said to those big shots, but when she came out, she already had the title of "mayor of Pyroxene Town."
Did a great sorcerer who was not afraid of the cold need to be the mayor of a dilapidated town?
Harman was a little confused, especially when he noticed that Miss Felix's right hand was slightly stained with blood … This sorceress seemed a little strange in both her dress and her style.
Miss Felix noticed his gaze and smiled. She grabbed a handful of snow from the side of the road and wiped the back of her hand clean. "In the past few years, the people I've sparred with have been excessively powerful, so I forgot to control my strength. But don't worry, there shouldn't be any deaths."
… Did sorcerers negotiate with their fists? Harman felt that something was wrong.
"Haha, don't worry about it. Let's find a place to build a house."
Miss Felix and her students, the boys and girls who had wrapped themselves rather like dumplings, went to where Harman lived. The terrain was open, and it was close to the town wall. It was very convenient.
Then, this strange sorcerer finally showed her ability as a sorcerer.
She took out a gray wooden staff and began to draw on the ground. The ground began to shake, and the soil that had been frozen as hard as stone began to roll as if it had a life of its own. It formed the shape of a house, and then solidified again, turning into the color of stone.
This seemed to be quite exhausting. After the house was built, even the energetic Miss Felix looked a little tired. She complained about how "Transmutation spells are so troublesome" and things like that Harman did not understand. She took out some bedding from a small bag and let the students decorate their rooms. She stood at the door and released flames from her fingers, burning a line of words on the wall beside the door of the strange house that looked like it was made up of boxes.
"My handwriting is not bad, right?" she said proudly.
"… Sorry, I can't read."
"Don't mind such a small thing. Just learn from me in the future." Miss Felix's interest was not affected at all. She smiled and said, "This is' Isuka Magic School '. Remember it well. Because from today onwards, you're an employee of our school! "
After the house was built, of course, they needed to buy the necessary furniture. Miss Felix sent Harman to take the students to buy furniture and other things that might be useful, while she stayed at the magic school.
After everyone had gone far away, she raised her head and looked at the seemingly empty sky.
"Your Majesty Void Mask, do you think there's hope for this rundown town to be rebuilt?"
Sui Xiong's voice came from the empty sky. "The so-called hope comes from despair. Moreover, this town has not reached the point of despair yet. As long as we spend some time and energy, I think it should be able to be revived. "
"But what does this town have? It must produce something, right? "
"If it was so easy to find a way to revive, why would I need to invite you, a great sorcerer with a merchant background?" Sui Xiong said with a smile. "It's not hard to find powerful sorcerers, but there are few who know how to manage and build. You see, the Commonwealth of Mifata is so big, and there are many legendary sorcerers, but how many legendary sorcerers can make their own territory presentable? Only a few, such as Lampeyroux. "
Felix laughed because of Sui Xiong's praise. "That's true. If anyone could do it, then I wouldn't have to come all the way here!"
With a leap, she easily jumped onto the roof, which was significantly higher than the houses next to it, and looked around at the low and shabby houses.
"Maybe I should find an artist to paint this scene." She made a picture frame with her hands, circled the scene in front of her into the frame, and said with great interest, "When my magic school prospers in the future, this picture can be used as a souvenir for the new students to broaden their horizons and encourage them."
Sui Xiong, who was invisible in the air, smiled. With a wave of his tentacles, a picture scroll made of a special material that was impervious to water and fire appeared out of thin air and floated in front of her. On the picture scroll was the current Pyroxene Town.
A rundown town, the whole town cast a depressed and decadent atmosphere, and even the guards seemed weak. Only the odd-looking square house at the edge of the town exuded a different kind of vitality.
"That's a good idea," he said. "Leave it to me. Every once in a while, I will draw the appearance of this town so that you can remember it well. "
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