The second group of people left in Tanzania Town had finally arrived.
This was undoubtedly good news for Gwen.
At least it meant more manpower, which meant that he could build the dock and sawmill, which meant that he could consider officially mining the mines in the east, and it also meant that he could develop this camp into a 'territory'.
Although including the second group of people, the development territory only had a population of more than 800 people, but compared to the vanguard of only 100 people, this was already a great improvement.
Knight Philip led a few soldiers and a dozen militia left in Tanzania Town to complete the escort mission. The young and promising Knight was warmly welcomed by Heti. The arrival of him and his soldiers could be said to have made up for the camp's biggest shortcoming other than manpower, and that was the camp's defensive power.
Although they had not seen any monsters, but living in the wilderness itself increased the sense of insecurity of the people. The fences and magic traps could only alleviate this uneasiness, and only the fully armed soldiers patrolling around could make people feel completely at ease.
As for Knight Philip, he was more shocked by the size and perfection of the camp.
They had already flattened out such a large area? The carpenter's shed had been built? They were even building a blacksmith shop?!
The young knight walked into the camp in a daze. He stared blankly at the sturdy and beautiful tents and a few wooden huts that had already been built around him. He also saw the serfs and freedmen who were busy in the open space. The latter were busy drying and smoking the wood into planks and further processing these planks into various tools and building materials. It was the first time he saw such a labor scene. The laborers who usually needed to be whipped to work were divided into groups, and under the command of one person, they worked together as if they were one person's hands and feet. Usually, when these people were asked to do something together, they would only cover for each other and slack off, but now the situation was completely opposite.
And where were the supervisors who were supposed to be standing by the side with a whip?
Philip looked around and found that the supervisors — in fact, the selected family warriors who could write a little more — were standing at the edge of the open space, but they were just walking around to check the completion of the work. They were not holding whips in their hands, but wooden planks used to record things.
"Doesn't it feel amazing?" Heti's voice woke the young Knight from his daze. "I didn't expect that those simple measures could make them so diligent. Even the serfs have begun to learn how to do the work they are not good at."
"Measures?" Knight Philip repeated the word in surprise. "What measures?"
"The ancestors came up with a set of work rules …"
Before Heti could finish, Knight Philip's eyes lit up. "Ah, it must be the sense of honor and virtue of the ancient Knight to influence these lazy serfs and civilians …"
"No, it's to give them meat." Heti smiled with her eyes slightly curved. "It's a very simple principle. The more work they do, the more meat they get to eat."
As she said so, she sighed in her heart. Of course, she had tried this simple method of using rewards to stimulate work efficiency, but it usually only worked in the beginning. The serfs would soon find various ways to slack off and cheat food to continue to be lazy. But when direct competition, precise calculation, strict implementation, and the so-called "team concept" were added to this method, everything was so different. It was really incredible.
For the first time, she also knew that serfs and civilians were not born stupid and lazy.
At this time, Gwen's figure appeared not far away.
Heti and Philip immediately went up to him. Gwen waved his hand to stop them from saluting. He first nodded to Heti, then looked at the young Knight and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You did a good job. Not a single person is missing. Let the soldiers and civilians take a break first. After lunch, all the laborers gather in the open space in the middle of the camp. Heti will tell them the work rules here. Soldiers, including the militia, gather in the west of the camp. Byron and Knight will distribute some new equipment. "
Then he looked at Heti and said, "The newcomers don't need to be divided into work groups on the first day. There are too many new rules. They can't remember them all at once."
Heti nodded. Knight Philip was a little puzzled. "New equipment? What new equipment? "
Gwen looked at him with a mysterious smile. "It's definitely something good."
After seeing the new equipment, Knight Philip could not help but be amazed. His expectation of "something good" was still too low.
He thought it would at most be a batch of brand-new swords and armors. At most, everyone would be given a crossbow. But who would have thought that it was a whole set of standard "extraordinary equipment"?!
Enchanted swords, enchanted armors, and military crystals from the ancient empire!
The long swords that were enchanted with 'Sharpness Spell' flashed a cold white light, and the half-body armor that was engraved with 'Elemental Resistance Spell' and 'Lightness Spell' had a faint layer of gray light floating in the sun. The uneducated soldiers might not have seen what enchanted weapons looked like in their lives, but they still immediately realized what kind of concept they were wearing, so they were very excited.
But what surprised Knight Philip even more was that even the militia had a set. Were these things free?
"They're all old antiques. The more they are left, the worse they'll get. There's no need to hide them. It's better to take them out and turn them into fighting force," Gwen said with a smile. "To be honest, there could have been more. But many of them are broken and can't be used anymore. Or they've lost so much magic that they've become empty shells. It's a little sad."
"Extraordinary equipment … each of them is very expensive," Knight Philip stammered a little. "These things … there were only a few sets of enchanted equipment in the whole of Cecil before!"
Hu Po crossed his arms at the side. "Look at how you're making a fuss out of nothing. He's an old man for seven hundred years. Is it strange for him to have some private savings? Which grandpa doesn't put a few silver coins under the bed? Ouch ouch ouch ouch! "
Gawain grabbed Amber by the ear and dragged her to the side. Amber bared her fangs and brandished her claws as she yelled, "Let go! Let go! Haven't you heard that the ears of the elves are super sensitive? Let go! "
Could it be that this disgrace of the elves had remembered her half-blood?
Knight Philip looked at Amber who was being dragged away. He puffed up his chest and said with a serious and proud face, "We've always believed in the God of Warriors and Knights, Kehr. We've never kept our belongings under us!"
Gawain glanced at the young man in surprise. No wonder he adhered to the knight's creed so strictly. He was even more pedantic than his peers. After all, he was still a believer. He was much better than a certain guy who claimed to be a believer of the Goddess of the Night but actually made up his prayers on the spot.
"With these things … even if we encounter the 'Mutants', it'll be much easier." Knight Philip was still amazed by the new equipment. Then he suddenly said, "By the way, we can give the blueprints to the craftsmen in Tanzania Town. Even if it's a little expensive …"
"There's no way to produce them." Gwen had expected Knight Philip to say so. In fact, the first thought of any normal soldier after seeing these equipment would be to mass produce them again. Byron and the Knight were no exception. But unfortunately, they were destined to get a disappointing answer. "These things are based on the magical technology of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor. On the other hand, they need to use the purified magic from the Deep Blue Well to charge them. The magic produced by the modern magic focus or magic well is too heterogeneous and the energy level is too low. It can't power these things at all."
Knight Philip opened his mouth and immediately realized what it meant. "In other words, these things …"
"Once used, there will be one less. Even if the magic power is exhausted, they will become ordinary swords and armors because they can't be recharged. Because the main material of the equipment has been corroded to varying degrees, I'm afraid that by that time, they will be worse than the ordinary equipment of the modern era. They can only be recycled."
The young Knight looked worried. "What should we do then?"
"Before that, we just need to make our own good equipment." Gwen smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder with a confident expression on his face.
Whether he was afraid or not, he had to smile like the Masked Knight who had grasped the future. Besides, Gwen did have a little confidence in himself.
As long as the Demonic Wave did not erupt on the spot, there was room for maneuvering.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a small figure running towards him from the corner of his eye.
The little handmaiden Betty ran over again. When she reached Gwen, she looked up and said, "Master! Miss Rebecca is looking for you! "
Gwen was stunned. "What does she want?"
Betty thought carefully and said loudly, "I forgot!"
Gwen was speechless.
How could this girl forget everything except cooking?
Gwen shook his head and thought that it was good enough that the little girl could remember who to call. He should not force it. Then, he asked where Rebecca was and went with Amber. At least Betty did not forget where Rebecca was waiting …
When he arrived, he knew why Rebecca was looking for him.
The first batch of test ores was shipped from the iron mine to the east of the camp.
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