The cement production was soon on the right track. In order to give Anna enough rest, the firing room only started every two to three days. Before calcination, more raw materials were prepared as much as possible. For this reason, Roland once again issued a recruitment order, doubling the number of gravel workers.
But he also knew that he could not always rely on Anna to do these things. Working in a dusty environment for a long time would cause people to get silicosis, coupled with the future expansion of the production scale, one Anna was far from enough to meet the demand.
Witches should not be used as consumables, but as an engine to promote the development of civilization. Although Roland understood this in his heart, he could only put all his energy into the construction of the city wall. If he could not stop the demonic beasts, then everything would be useless.
The foundation of the city wall connecting the North Slope Mountain and the Redwater River had already begun to be excavated. According to the practice before he crossed over, as the project leader, in front of a crowd of stunned onlookers, he personally dug out the first shovel of soil.
He thought that after the cement problem was solved, building a city wall would be easy, but when he actually did it, he found that he did not know anything about engineering. How deep should the foundation be dug, how wide should it be? How to solve the uneven location? How to ensure that it was more than 600 meters long and built in a straight line? He had seen a group of young men using instruments and rulers when the municipal road was being built. It seemed to be called a theodolite and a level, right? But here, there was nothing!
As a mechanical drawing dog, although Roland and his neighbor, the civil engineering dog, were known as the two engineering dogs, the content of their studies was far different. And the hired clay craftsmen had not participated in the construction of large-scale projects, it could be said that they were inferior to him. Therefore, after the construction of the city wall started, the progress was very slow, and only half a shallow trench was dug in a week.
Once the project was out of control, it was difficult to say what the final product would look like. For example, this shallow trench was not so much the foundation of the city wall, but it was more appropriate to say that it was a drainage ditch. Although Roland had roughly measured the width of the trench during the excavation, the width was obviously out of shape, becoming narrower and narrower. Looking at it from afar, it looked like a small snake twisting and turning.
Even so, Roland was not willing to stop. In the spirit of digging as much as he could, as long as the firing room was not working, he would stay at the foot of the North Slope Mountain all day, adjusting the extension direction of the foundation pit with his naked eye and slowly pushing forward. At the same time, he doubled the remuneration for the stonemasons on the recruitment order.
Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long. When Roland was in the firing room preparing to calcine the sixth batch of cement, Minister Barov reported that there was a stonemason who responded to the recruitment. He also said that he had been in the Graycastle Mason Guild and had been brought to the courtyard to wait for an audience.
He was overjoyed when he thought about it. The Graycastle Mason Guild was a famous organization in his memory. Even Prince Roland had heard of them. Although it seemed that they were disbanded because of a construction accident, how could there be no accidents in this line of work?
"Bring him in," Roland nodded, pretending to be calm. At first, he wanted to tell Anna to stay away, but then he gave up. There were more than two thousand people in Border Town, but not many of them had seen the true face of a witch. Moreover, Anna's current appearance was completely different from before, when she was hell-bent on seeking death. Coupled with her strange clothes, it was estimated that even if they had seen her, they would not be able to recognize her.
When the Knight brought Carr van Bate into the courtyard, he felt uneasy. He intended to tell His Highness that this season was not suitable for large-scale projects, and after gaining His Highness' trust, he would slowly change his opinion of the witches. But it was rumored that His Highness had always acted without scruples, what if his advice was counterproductive?
He bowed in confusion, but when he raised his head, he was stunned – the girl beside His Highness looked so familiar, it made him feel like he was dreaming. Carr rubbed his eyes, looked again, and couldn't help but shout, "… Anna!"
Damn, Roland's heart screamed, this is too much of a coincidence, how can a random craftsman be able to recruit a witch's neighbor? It can be seen that the other side was absolutely familiar with Anna, otherwise it would be impossible for him to recognize her in such a short time. He turned to look at Carter Lannis, the Chief Knight understood tacitly, and immediately pulled the door bolt, blocking the only exit.
"Old … teacher?"
Anna's reaction made Roland unable to recover for a moment, what, teacher?
"It's really you, Anna, I … I …" Carr only felt his eyes warm, and then something flowed down. He knelt on the ground powerlessly, and kept repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry … Great, great …"
After a while, Carr van Bate calmed down, he slowly stood up, and once again bowed to Roland, "I'm very sorry, Your Highness, I forgot myself."
"What the hell is going on? Aren't you a stonemason? "
"I used to be," Carr answered smoothly after putting down the burden in his heart. His Royal Highness didn't kill Anna, the one who was hanged on the execution ground was a substitute – after realizing this, he already knew what he had to do. Although he didn't know why the other side wanted to save a witch, but in any case, even if His Royal Highness wanted to bring her into the palace, it would still be much better than sending her to the gallows. This at least showed that His Royal Highness wasn't afraid of the rumors that witches were the incarnations of the devil.
He described in detail his experience from Graycastle to Border Town, including the opening of a school here and the discovery that his student Nana Pine had also become a witch. Finally, he begged His Royal Highness to also hide Nana in the palace, so as to avoid being exposed and persecuted.
After listening to him, Anna, who was standing to the side, had a face full of desire to plead for Nana, but in the end, she didn't say a word.
Another new witch, this was really great news, but he seemed to have heard the surname Pine before. Roland called the Assistant Minister and whispered to him, only then did he know that it was the surname of a small noble family in Border Town.
"You can bring her to see me, if she really is a witch, I promise that she won't come to any harm," Roland promised, "but I can't take her away from the Pine Family, especially if she hasn't been threatened by her family. In addition, I didn't save Anna for what you think … "He thought for a moment, then decided that it would be better to make it clear," I need her help. Compared to the nonsense of the devil, I believe that the power of a witch has nothing to do with good or evil, and can be controlled. So whether it's Anna, Nana, or any other witch, as long as they haven't done anything illegal, I won't consider them guilty. "
"Next, let's talk about business, did you participate in the construction of the walls of Graycastle?" The Prince changed the topic back to the construction.
"Yes!" Carr nodded, although His Royal Highness didn't accept Nana as he had thought, and the fact that he needed a witch's help was confusing, but in the end, he was willing to protect Nana's safety, which was enough.
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