On the third day after reaching an agreement with Nicholas Egg, the "magical device from the ruins of ancient Gondor, storing an ancient soul, and forming a friendship with the ancestors of Cecil" finally began to officially appear in front of the people of the new Cecil territory.
From then on, the egg could no longer be called "it" but "he".
His appearance naturally attracted a lot of attention. Even the most numb serfs and slave workers could not help but be curious about the metal ball. When they saw a bright metal ball with a diameter of one and a half meters floating in the air towards them, they could not help but stop to look at it and then discuss it with the people around them.
At first, many people were afraid because the shape of Nicholas Egg was really strange, and it was a little too bright under the sun. It was like a magic ball that was about to explode at any time. Those ignorant and superstitious civilians could not help but scream and run away when they saw this thing. But Gwen specially sent some soldiers to explain and introduce the origin of this "magical device", and especially emphasized that in the egg was actually a respectable scholar of ancient times who was trapped in the metal ball because of a magic accident. Other than this strange shape, he was no different from the people in the camp.
After many such announcements, the people finally reluctantly accepted the metal ball. Of course, a little fear and nervousness was unavoidable, but they did find that this round thing was harmless and could communicate with people through voice. With Gwen's promise, everyone forced themselves to calm down.
As for Nicholas Egben … Egben was very satisfied with his current situation.
From the first day he was stranded in this strange foreign world, he was in a difficult and awkward situation. First, he faced the strange environment, then the natives with bad intentions, he was captured and used as a research sample in the laboratory, and he was almost cut into metal shavings by the Gondor magisters a thousand years ago. Finally, he was suppressed by the magisters for a thousand years. When he opened his eyes, he saw a new world after the regression of civilization and the collapse of technology. He thought that he was going to die under such continuous bad luck, but he did not expect to meet an exception like Gwen.
He could communicate, understand what he said, and his mind was open enough to accept his various theories, neither ignorant like the modern natives, nor like the ancient people who only knew how to dissect and research.
Now that he thought about it, a few days ago when he secretly wanted to escape but was coincidentally bumped into by someone. It was a very good thing, otherwise, if he continued to pretend to be a stone ball, he did not know how long it would take for him to walk openly like today.
But while Nicholas Egg was having a good time in the camp, someone ran to Gwen to complain. Heti stood in front of Gwen with a worried face. "That ball has been floating in the camp. Are you really not going to do anything about it?"
Gwen was looking down carefully at the personnel information: it was the approximate registration of 100 technicians from the Captical who had just arrived two days ago. When he heard Heti's words, he looked up and smiled. "Is that ball causing trouble?"
"No, it's not." Heti shook her head. "But it's too curious. Basically, as long as it sees people working, it will float over and look for a long time. Its appearance is too eye-catching, and the workers will inevitably be affected."
"Everyone will get used to it sooner or later. It's just a floating metal ball, not a dragon." Gawain chuckled. "Of course, I'll remind him later so that he doesn't interfere with other people's work. By the way, what do you think of Nicholas Egg? "
Heti's face looked strange. "Are you sure you gave him this strange name?"
Gwen spread his hands helplessly. "Can't help it. It's what he calls himself."
Heidi heaved a sigh and said, "As for the idea … In fact, I've always wanted to study how he can float. The energy reaction he emits is very strange. It's not like the magic power I'm familiar with. Also, he can float in the air forever. If this is a talent spell …"
"Stop, stop." Gwen quickly interrupted Heti's wandering thoughts. "If you want to study it, you'd better restrain yourself. That guy was captured by the mages of the Kingdom of Gondor a thousand years ago and studied for a long time. Now he's very traumatized. You'll destroy his hard-earned trust in us."
"Of course, I'm just thinking about it." Heti smiled apologetically. "Compared to this, I'm more concerned about what you said. There are still samples hidden in the ruins of the mountain. I heard that you asked Knight Philip to organize an exploration team? Are you going to look for those dangerous things in the ruins now? "
"Of course not." Gwen shook his head. "You said that it's dangerous. It's not something we can touch now. I asked Knight Philip to organize a team mainly to explore the shallow layer of the ruins and check out the forks we couldn't explore when we entered the ruins. You know, it's a huge and sturdy fortress. Don't you think it's a waste to just leave it in the mountains and not make use of it? "
Heti's eyes widened slightly. "You want to —"
"Use it a little. At least use the rooms between the entrance hall and the shallow cloister. After all, this is the Gloom Mountains. Danger is always there. If there's an emergency, we can at least take refuge in the fortress. Isn't that right? "
After saying this, he lowered his head and refocused his attention on the list of 100 people.
"There are 15 official craftsmen, including stonemasons, carpenters, blacksmiths, and leatherworkers. There are also 10 craftsmen who are good at building houses. There are only two official spellcasters. One of them is a level-two arcanist, and the other is a level-four runemaster." Gwen could not help but laugh. "Jenny Perot, a level-four runemaster, the highest-ranking profession in the team. This is the king's generosity. There's even an intermediate spellcaster … "
Heti listened to Gwen's words and could not help but frown. She was actually not satisfied with the "intermediate spellcaster." The level-four runemaster was the highest-ranking person in the team of 100 people. According to the "level-three and level-one" classification, she was already a middle-rank. A middle-rank spellcaster was indeed a high-end talent. After all, other than Gwen, the most powerful profession in the territory was only level-three. However, the runemasters could not be counted in this way. Although they were also called "mages," they were actually "workers" among the mages. They mastered the technique of carving runes and magic circles on various magic instruments and magic circles. Compared with the regular mages, their biggest advantage was that their hands were more stable.
How did a runemaster advance? It was just that everyone gathered together to draw runes and magic circles. As long as they drew as many and as good as they could in a set time, they would be able to do it. As for casting spells …
A runemaster only had the most basic magic skills. It was enough to be able to sense magic and identify different elements. Usually, a runemaster's level was around level-two. At the very least, a level-one mage who had just graduated from apprenticeship could also become an official runemaster.
In the eyes of ordinary people who could not control magic, a runemaster who could draw magic circles was also a mysterious and powerful "great mage." However, in the eyes of a real mage, a runemaster was a level lower than them. They were even several levels lower than a "rune craftsman" who could not cast spells at all. A runemaster could usually only be an assistant to a real mage, acting as a vassal. Together with the rune craftsman, they helped the latter to make magic instruments or draw magic circles. Because they did not have high magic skills, runemasters could not even use the magic circles and tools they made. Their weak magic and inferior magic skills were not enough to control those complicated magic circles.
Therefore, a runemaster's job was to make a wedding dress for others.
Heti did not have the attitude of most mages. She did not discriminate against runemasters who were regarded as "magic servants" by mainstream mages. However, she could see at a glance that the runemaster named "Jenny Perot" was actually a middle-grade spellcaster. With such a person in the team, the Captical had done her a great service. It would even be a good story if word got out.
This was what Heti was most dissatisfied with. There were only two spellcasters in this team, and the rest were all apprentices or craftsmen. This made her think that the team sent by the Captical was seriously lacking in sincerity.
Heti was not a person who was good at hiding her expression, especially in front of Gwen, so the latter could see her dissatisfaction at a glance. "What? Do you think that a fourth-level runemaster is an insult to our intelligence? "
"The king is not sincere," Heti said bluntly. "A runemaster — Rebecca may be better than her if she practices well. This is completely put in to make up the numbers."
"This should not be the intention of Francis II," Gwen waved his hand. "The king must take my attitude into consideration, so his support for Cecil's development will not be too much. However, he has to bear the pressure of the other nobles of the Captical, and those nobles do not necessarily want the Cecil family to rise quickly. In fact, most of them probably want our former ruling family of the Southern Territory to quietly die in the Gloom Mountain Range. Under such circumstances, do you think they will allow a capable and valuable technical team to come here? "
Heti's face darkened. "Those narrow-minded and greedy the Captical nobles … Cecil's family has no intention of competing with them for any benefits, but they spend so much effort to destroy it."
Gwen shook his head. "This is the norm of the nobles. If you can't accept it, it only means that you are not a qualified noble — according to their standards. Of course, I'm not qualified either. "
"Then what do you think of this list …"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Gawain laughed. "No matter what, this is still a hundred skilled workers. Even if they're just randomly pieced together to make up the numbers, it's still better than nothing. These blacksmiths and carpenters can't possibly not know how to use hammers and saws, right? And I want to meet this runemaster named Jenny Perot. There's a sentence in her file that interests me. "
"Which sentence?"
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