The people working in the camp soon felt that the "ancestor" from seven hundred years ago was really a strange person.
The civilians and serfs did not think much about the fact that Cecil's lord had suddenly changed from Miss Rebecca to Lord Gwen. In this era, as long as the lower-class people could eat 70 to 80 percent full every day, they would be grateful for the generosity and wisdom of the lord. As for who the lord was, they did not care at all. For them, the only thing worth discussing after the change of lord to Lord Gwen was the strange rules set by the "ancient" at the beginning.
Most people chose to believe that serfs could be promoted to freemen and that freemen could be paid for their work. They saw it as a means for the new lord to show his generosity. According to the general rule, they believed that these promises would eventually be fulfilled in a very harsh or cunning way. There might be serfs who became freemen, but there would only be one or two of them. There might be some who were paid for their work, but it would probably be deducted for various reasons. In the end, only two or three lucky people would get a symbolic copper coin to show that the lord had really done what he said.
But the civilians and serfs would not complain about this. After all, a lord who was willing to show his generosity was much better than a lord who would whip his slaves to show his authority.
Moreover, there would always be some benefits that would be given out, right?
Compared to those generous rules, the so-called 'rules and regulations' that Lord Gawain had set up were the ones that were truly confusing.
Dividing people into work groups, having them compete with each other, registering the workload and "assessment"... these were really unheard of means.
Some people were secretly discussing which part of these new rules would become part of the tax collection in the future, despite the fact that no one in the impoverished Cecil Territory could afford to pay the tax. Others were discussing whether or not Lord Gawain had made so many changes to a simple labor service due to the eccentricities of the ancient nobles.
But in any case, they could still understand some of the parts that involved their vital interests. The team that got first place in the daily work evaluation would get meat, and the second and third place could eat bread dipped in meat soup until they were full.
And those who did not complete their work well would only get plain vegetable soup and black bread. Although these two things could also be eaten until they were full, for those who did not get to eat meat on the first day of the "tent evaluation," the feeling of drinking vegetable soup and watching others eat stewed meat was really not something they wanted to experience again.
Regardless of whether the promotion and salary system sounded real or not, at least the fact that the lord gave meat to eat had been proven to be true.
So in the camp on the second day, Heti saw a labor scene that she had never seen before. Whether it was the civilians or the serfs, they were working as if they had gone mad. They did not even need the supervisor to stand by and they would quickly finish their work. At the same time, because the work was divided into teams instead of individual work, they all began to subconsciously form cooperation when working, further improving their work efficiency.
Most of those who were chosen as team leaders would quickly realize that if they wanted to eat meat, the only way was to improve the efficiency of the entire team so that everyone in the team could eat meat. As for the small number of people who couldn't think straight and relied on their fists or cunning to become team leaders, they would probably be replaced very quickly.
It was incredible that they were not urged to work by whips, but by competition and rewards.
The tents had been set up, and Rebecca also led some people to survey the nearby wasteland. The logging team set off early in the morning to the logging site upstream of the Whitewater River in the west. Before noon, a batch of lumber would flow along the Whitewater River to the open and flat section downstream. To prevent the lumber from being washed away by the river, Heti handed over the inspection work to Byron and Knight before the appointed time, while she went to the riverbank to meet them.
At the appointed time, the first batch of lumber appeared. They were tied into a raft with thick ropes. The big lumber was below, and the small lumber was stacked and reinforced on top. From a distance, it looked like a large ugly dead branch floating on the river. Two nervous serfs stood on the raft, using long poles to control the trajectory of the "raft". The Whitewater River flowed very slowly in this section, and there was no wind or waves today. But a temporary raft was difficult to control. If they were not careful, the whole thing would fall apart. So, they could not help but be nervous.
But soon, the two serfs found that the raft began to move steadily to the side of the shallows. They saw a translucent giant palm appear on one side of the raft. The hand formed by the air was pushing the raft to the shore with a gentle but powerful force. One of the serfs exclaimed, but the other quickly hit the idiot on the head with the pole and pointed to Madam Heti, who was standing on the riverbank.
They quickly cooperated with their mistress to push the raft to the shore and let it rub against the gravel and come to a steady stop.
Then, the people who had been waiting on the shore for a long time swarmed up, untied the ropes, and dragged the lumber, ready to turn it into the temporary houses to be built in the camp.
Originally, the lumber needed to be dried in the shade, dewormed, and a series of other processes before it could be turned into qualified and durable boards. But since many of the facilities to be built in the camp were temporary and needed urgently, they did not pay much attention to it.
Gwen stood behind Heti and said thoughtfully, "Magic is really convenient."
Heti was just about to catch her breath when she heard a voice behind her. She was startled and almost fell off the stone. Fortunately, Gwen caught her.
"I'm … sorry …" The lady apologized in a panic. "I didn't expect you to be standing behind me."
"I'm the one who scared you." Gwen waved his hand indifferently. "You did a good job just now, didn't you?"
Heidi blushed a bit and said, "Evoking Hand is a very basic spell. I've practiced its Supreme Magic Skill, and it can last longer. As long as I keep pushing it, I can push the raft to the shore even though it's very heavy. But if the current is a little faster, I can't do it. "
Although Gwen was a Knight, everyone in the pioneering era was forced to become a naturalist. He knew a little about the theoretical knowledge in the field of magic. Although Heti's explanation was simple, he knew that it was not easy to strengthen the basic Evoking Hand to such a level and to practice it with Supreme Magical Skill. At the same time, it was rare.
"I … I'm not very talented in magic." Heti blushed a little when she heard Gwen's question. "Although I awakened the ability of magic affinity when I was very young, my mental strength is very slow to condense, and I can't build too complicated spell models. So until now, I'm just a level-three mage, and I'll probably stay at this level for the rest of my life. I can only strengthen the beginner spells over and over again."
"Rebecca's magic talent doesn't seem to be very high either." Gwen frowned, thinking of the iron-headed great-great-granddaughter who could cast four kinds of fireballs.
"She has a large amount of magic power and strong mental strength, but when she builds the spell models, she encounters the same problem as me, or even worse." Heti lowered her head. "She can only master one Fireball spell, or a large Fireball spell similar to the Fireball spell. In fact, she's a very hardworking child. She knows that she's not talented in all aspects. She's neither a good lord nor a good mage. Although she usually looks carefree, she knows it herself and has been secretly working hard. But there's no other way. The limitation of talent is a limitation. It's a wall that's difficult to cross. "
With that, she sighed softly. "So when I saw the notes of the rogue mage, I also sighed … He's not a special case. This situation is actually very common among the abject mages. Their ability to build spell models can't catch up with the theoretical level, and they can only be low-grade spellcasters for life. For the pragmatic mages, if there's no way to convert the calculation process in their heads into spells that can be used, then everything is zero — "
"No." Gwen's voice suddenly interrupted her.
Heti didn't understand immediately. "What?"
"If it's only 'practical' to cast a Fireball or an Ice Arrow, then a mage waving a staff is not much different from a monkey waving a wooden stick." Gwen shook his head. "The formula is not zero. It's one in front of countless zeros. You just haven't found the position of the decimal point …"
Heti frowned. "I … don't understand. If there's no way to use the spell models to realize the formula in the mind, then what's the use of knowing more theoretical knowledge? Can you beat people? "
"One day you'll understand that 'being able to beat people' is not all the evaluation criteria of a mage, and it shouldn't even be the main criteria." Gwen laughed. "I've sent people to Tanzania Town to inform Knight Philip to buy some extra things. When the main force comes, your magic lab can be set up."
"Magic lab?" Heti was stunned for a moment, then frowned. "Those things are very expensive, at the beginning …"
"I took a few mithril ingots from the mountain's treasure vault. They're not coins, so they don't need to be reforged. When you buy magic tools, they can be used as hard currency. It's enough to buy you a set of the most basic things. I know that your original magic lab in the castle has been completely destroyed, but we have to get a new one as soon as possible. "
Heti remembered the task that Gwen had arranged for her before.
"Understood. When the crystal resonator arrives, I'll copy the rune structure diagrams you requested!" Heti couldn't help but laugh. Although she felt that it was a pity for the mithril ingots, as a mage, how could she not be happy to have her own magic lab again? And there's a good saying: "Children don't feel bad when they sell their grandfather's land …"
Was there a problem with the ancestor giving his great-great-great-granddaughter some pocket money to buy a set of experimental equipment? There was no problem at all!
Well, this saying was not suitable for the steady and mature Heti, but it was definitely suitable for Rebecca.
When I have the spare energy, should I also set up a magic laboratory for that stubborn little brat? Although she would probably only study fireball spells in it …
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