"So that's how it is," Nightingale thought for a moment, "Compared to building a complete railway, it is much easier to lay a hard road between two rivers that are not connected. Besides, Anna and skilled workers are needed to build the railway, but ordinary roads can be built by anyone. Even the newly arrived immigrants can do it. In this way, we can save a lot of time! "
"Yes, this is another advantage of it," Roland said approvingly. "As long as it is properly planned, the logistical pressure can be alleviated in one or two months at most. This is very important for us, who need to seize every second. It seems that you can sometimes think of the key point of a problem. "
"Haha, of course... no," Nightingale's smile faded quickly. "What do you mean by sometimes! As long as I think about it seriously, I can do it too — whether it's helping you with official business or dealing with exams... "
Although she said it confidently, the second half of her sentence was obviously lower than the first half.
Roland could not help but chuckle.
Perhaps for Nightingale, the only way to think about it seriously was not to fall asleep.
Roland turned his eyes back to the map on the table. The fastest way to connect the waterways of Graycastle and the Kingdom of Dawn was to build a road directly to the City of Evernight at the eastern bend of the Redwater River, and then go all the way north through the Windward Ridge of the Kingdom of Dawn to connect with the neighboring Sparkling River.
This river originated from the Hermes Plateau, and the main river divided into three parts at the old Holy City. Two broad tributaries traversed the Kingdom of Dawn from north to south and finally merged into the sea. In order to further utilize the shipping resources, the Moya Family had built three east-west canals in the past 100 years, which was equivalent to adding three more horizontal lines to the two herringbone tributaries. This greatly facilitated the commercial circulation in the Kingdom of Dawn and also provided a shortcut for Roland.
From the Sparkling River to the North River, and then build a road directly to the Cage Mountain, there would be a "special passage" between the two places that were thousands of miles apart. Compared to the expensive railway line, this plan only required the construction of two sections of hard road, which added up to less than two hundred kilometers, and three supporting loading docks.
Considering the destructive power of the trucks on the road, if they only relied on the lotus to pave the road and the workers to scatter gravel to tamp it down, it wouldn't take long before people would be sent to maintain and repair the road. Heavy rain would cause the road to collapse even faster. Therefore, Roland decided to use cement stabilized sand as the hardening layer, which was the same size as the roads in Neverwinter.
Cement was no longer a rare commodity in Neverwinter, but transporting it thousands of miles to the Kingdom of Dawn was still a time-consuming and laborious task. Rather than wasting transportation capacity, it was more convenient to produce on the spot.
After arranging the blueprints, Roland wrote a letter to the acting king of the neighboring country, Andrea's father, Horford Quinn.
He decided to dispatch some technical personnel to the City of Glow to teach the three big families of the king's city the cement calcining formula and the steam paddle ship assembly technology, so that they could build factories and repair roads to share the burden of Neverwinter.
He believed that the nobles would be able to see the potential and value of cement.
With these two technologies, the transportation problems in the Kingdom of Dawn could be solved by the nobles themselves.
As for the steam engine itself, it would still be provided by Neverwinter. It was not that Roland was reluctant to pass on the core technology, but that other cities had no industrial foundation except Neverwinter. It would be meaningless to have the technology but still need to transport the raw materials. It would be better to send the finished products directly.
Roland was not at all worried that Horford would pretend to agree but secretly oppose him, or that he would not put in the effort. If the Red Mist had really appeared on the Impassable Mountain Peak, Horford would soon hear about it. At that time, he would naturally know what to do to make a wise choice.
...
Two days later, Roland witnessed the arrival of the first batch of immigrants at the top of the Miracle Building.
The long fleet was almost endless, and the black and white smoke column seemed to form a high wall perpendicular to the river bank. The dense crowd stepped onto the trestle and entered the dock under the guidance of the police. For a time, the Redwater River was filled with people rubbing shoulders, and colorful heads filled all the open spaces.
"A total of 50,000 people... You've basically moved an entire city, Your Majesty," Barov sighed with mixed feelings. "I never thought that I would see tens of thousands of people from the Kingdom of Wolfheart or the Kingdom of Everwinter in Graycastle. At this rate, I'm not at all worried about the annual growth target of 200,000 people, but your treasury. "
"There's also the problem of public security and management," Chief Knight Carter said worriedly. "I'm afraid that these foreigners know little about your prestige. For the safety of the inner city, I suggest that they be isolated in a specific area so that it will be easier to control them."
"That way, they will never integrate into Graycastle." Roland shook his head. "If the police are short of people, ask Barov for them. Those who break the law will be severely punished, those who do outstanding work will be rewarded, and those who refuse to mend their ways will be sent to the mines. What I need are workers, not a group of supervised slaves."
There was no doubt that the influx of a large number of foreigners would significantly reduce the security of the king's city, which was also one of the inevitable side effects of the rough population introduction plan. If he had more time, he would not want to do this. However, what he lacked the most now was time. Even if there were all kinds of hidden dangers in the plan, he had to carry it out.
After all, compared to the benefits of the population increase, these side effects were not worth mentioning.
For example, if 10,000 of the first batch of 50,000 people worked in the factories, the existing ordnance production scale could be doubled, which meant that the frontline could obtain more weapons, ammunition, and other new equipment.
At this moment, he had all the manpower and technology, and could officially start the new generation project based on the Magic Cube power unit.
*****
"Where... is this place?"
When Valkries woke up again, he found himself lying in a snow-white room. Both the ceiling and the walls were dazzlingly bright. A strange instrument beside him kept making monotonous beeping sounds, as if it was some kind of timer. A bag of transparent liquid hung above his head, slowly dripping through a pipe. Valkries noticed that the liquid seemed to be constantly flowing into his body.
A large amount of strange information flooded into his mind, making it difficult for him to effectively respond. There were scenes that he had never seen before, or rather, even if he had seen some things before, it was difficult to associate them with the images in his memory.
For example, the white short shirt he was wearing, the stitches were as fine as hair, completely different from any other clothes he had seen before.
He closed his eyes and focused his attention on himself — no matter how strange it was, everything in his eyes was just an external object. Since he was in a strange and strange place, the only thing he could rely on was his powerful ability.
Then, Valkries's heart sank.
He realized that this body did not belong to him.
Although it looked exactly the same, the magic stone embedded in his body had disappeared. If this really happened, he should have died immediately.
But now, he did not feel any discomfort.
Magic power was still slowly flowing in his body — in a way that he had never heard of before.
At the same time, he could no longer feel the whispers from the Realm of Mind.
No matter how hard Valkries concentrated, even if he put down his pride and called for the Sky Lord, he did not receive any response.
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