"Your Royal Highness, how high and how wide do you plan to build this wall?"
"At least fifteen feet high and six feet wide, allowing four people to walk side by side," Roland secretly nodded, a professional is really different, first ask the technical parameters, and then determine the construction plan.
"So it needs to be a deep trench to stabilize the upper part of the wall, and if the top is six feet wide and the wall is fifteen feet high, the width of the lower part will at least double," Carr quickly replied, "In this way, digging the trench will consume a lot of manpower. Your Royal Highness, if you can give me one hundred and fifty people, I should be able to dig this trench before the arrival of the Months of the Demons. "
"A ditch can't stop the demonic beasts," Roland said noncommittally.
"That's right, if the upper part of the wall is built with stone, it will take three years. If it is only to stop the demonic beasts, the wall doesn't need to be so high, about twelve feet is enough, the width can also be reduced by a third, reducing the base to six feet. Digging the trench and building the wall at the same time, the number of people will increase by two hundred … In this way, I can finish it before the arrival of the Months of the Demons next year. "
Carr paused, then said, "Please forgive me, Your Royal Highness, but now is not a good time to start work. If the wall is not built in time, even if the trench is dug, after a whole winter of rain and snow, it will lose its original function. In that case, you will have to spend more time and manpower to clean up the softened trench, and deepen the excavation depth. "
"If according to what you said, the wall is built twelve feet high and four feet wide, how long will it take to dig the trench?"
"It should take a month and a half," Carr replied.
"Then do it according to this plan, digging the trench and building the wall at the same time, before the arrival of the Months of the Demons." Roland waved his hand to interrupt what Carr wanted to say, "I know what you are worried about, first look at this, the latest work from the Graycastle Alchemy Workshop."
He naturally did not have time to glue the stone bricks again to show the stonemason, so he just pulled out the two pieces he had glued before and showed them. Fortunately, almost no one dared to question the prince's words. When Carr heard that this alchemy adhesive known as cement could turn from liquid to solid during the day and night and produce an extremely strong adhesive force, an expression of disbelief and shock appeared on his face.
Having devoted the first half of his life to the Mason Guild, he naturally realized how great this invention was. In addition to being able to bond stones, it could also be shaped at will. Didn't this mean that he didn't need to cut and polish the second time, and he could directly have any shape of the stone? If the time-consuming and laborious process could be abandoned, the construction speed of any building would be raised to a whole new level. Just this point alone was enough to excite people!
Roland looked at the other party's expression with satisfaction and asked again, "How about it? Do you think three months is enough?"
Carr van Bate's voice trembled a little, "If what you said is right, no, no, I mean … if the Alchemy Workshop's description of this thing is correct, I … I am willing to give it a try."
"Very well, I will have someone write you a detailed information on how to use the cement. If there is anything else you need, you can talk to my assistant minister," Roland said with a smile, "Mr. Carr, now you are a member of the Administrative Office."
It was the next afternoon that Roland saw Nana in person. The little girl looked at Anna blankly, clutching the corner of her clothes for a long time before saying, "Am I already … dead?"
When he saw her for the first time, Roland had to admit that the power of witches not only gave them magical abilities, but also changed their appearance and temperament to a certain extent. She and Anna were completely different types, but they both had a unique charm. This feeling had nothing to do with age, nor did it have anything to do with living conditions. Even when Anna was waiting for her death in prison, the radiance she emitted was still the same. Looking through all his memories, whether it was a street prostitute in Graycastle or a well-educated noble lady, he had never had such a feeling. If he had to describe it, putting them together with the witches was like seeing colorful characters in a black and white photo.
Carr van Bate, who brought her here, tactfully excused himself, leaving only Roland, Anna, and Nana in the palace garden.
"You are not dead, and Anna is also alive and well," Roland said while holding back his laughter, "I am the 4th Prince Roland Wimbledon, and you are —"
"I am Nana Pine," the little girl said, her expression coming back to life when she heard that she was not dead. She ran straight to Anna's side and chattered with her, completely ignoring Roland's identity as the prince of Graycastle. Roland naturally would not argue with a fourteen or fifteen year old girl. He sat down by the round table, poured himself a glass of ale, and enjoyed the "daily life" of the two witches.
Anna was obviously not used to the other party's familiarity. She would only respond once Nana said a dozen words. Then again, Anna was only seventeen years old, but she already had the feeling of a big sister. Roland could not help but think, when she grew up, how outstanding would she become?
When Nana gradually slowed down, he coughed twice and opened his mouth to ask, "Miss Pine, I heard from your teacher that you have awakened as a witch?"
Compared to the majority of people who said that they had "fallen" to become a witch, Roland preferred the word "awakened". He was not naive enough to think that all witches were pure and flawless, and that those with evil intentions would only cause more damage after obtaining power. This was the same as a weapon, it could create violence, but it could also resist violence. The key was who held the weapon. Perhaps the Church's propaganda of the witch massacres was based on facts, but it was too unfair to take this as evidence of the witches' crimes.
Nana's expression stiffened, and she asked in a low voice, "Will you hang me?"
"No, of course not, those who go to the gallows are heinous criminals. You are not, and neither is Miss Anna, so you don't have to worry about this. "
She took a deep breath and nodded, "I'm not sure … My teacher said that witches are seduced by the devil, and only then do they have the power of the devil, but, but I have never seen a devil, right?"
"When did you discover that you were different?"
"About a week ago," Nana muttered, "I saw a bird break its leg, and I wanted to help it. Then … I felt something run out of my hand. "
"Something ran out?" Roland asked, "And then?"
"Well … it suddenly surrounded the bird, like a mass of sticky water," Nana tilted her head and recalled, "and then the bird's leg was healed."
Is her power a healing type? Roland's heart thumped, he was very clear about what this ability meant – in the absence of antibiotics, modern medicine, and in the era of trauma and infection, the ability to quickly heal the wound was equivalent to an extra life. This ability did not play a big role in promoting the progress of the whole civilization, but for an individual life it was amazing.
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