Amber's mouth, as always, was in a random state of asking for a beating or extremely asking for a beating. If it were any other time, Gwen would've grabbed the Pioneer's Sword and slammed her against the wall. But this time, he didn't quarrel with Amber.
Because he was really in a good mood.
He was even in the mood to discuss some more serious issues with Amber. "Do you know how valuable that magic circle is?"
"How valuable?" Amber blinked. To be fair, the half-elf lady was quite confident in her own knowledge of magic. She believed that she knew nothing about it, so she wasn't embarrassed to admit it. "I don't even understand how many magic runes are used on it. How would I know how valuable it is …"
Gwen didn't expect her to be so honest. He almost choked. But he had experienced the internet age in his previous life, so he quickly adjusted his attitude. "Then let me ask you in another way. If magic becomes something that everyone can use or 'borrow', how valuable do you think this technology is?"
Hu Po was stunned. After a full half a minute, she said in disbelief, "You're saying... that magic array can turn everyone into a magician? Don't tell me you've fainted from looking at the sun too much these two days? "
Gawain did not respond to the annoying part of the guy's words. Instead, he shook his head in a good mood. "Of course, it can't turn everybody into a sorcerer, but it can let everybody get in touch with the supernatural realm. I guess Heti didn't really realize the significance of that magic circle. It's not as simple as' a crappy spellcaster using basic runes to assemble a large-scale magic circle '. Its greatest significance is a breakthrough in' versatility, versatility, and ease of use '. In order to let his daughter, who has no magic talent, receive magic, the rogue magician made the self-charging magic circle to provide a constant and adjustable output of magic to any unit that consumes magic. And before that … no great magician in the world had this concept, because those great magicians had always used their own hands to complete the process. "
Amber felt a little puzzled by Gwen's thinking. "Using one's own strength to achieve the desired control of magic, isn't that much more powerful than the rogue magician who had to rely on a huge magic circle to achieve a similar goal?"
Gwen looked into Amber's eyes. "A giant mountain ape can easily smash a brown bear's head with its palm, but a human needs a war hammer to do the same thing. Which do you think is more powerful?"
Amber: "… Eh?"
Gwen ignored Amber who was in shock and thought. Instead, he stood up and came to the door of the tent.
The treasure left by the rogue magician not only included a magic circle, but also a large number of research notes he left in his notebook. As a 'weakling' whose spellcasting ability was extremely limited, he had to use calculations and advanced ideas to make up for his shortcomings, and his research notes left traces of this aspect everywhere. Gwen was deeply surprised when he first saw those things. He didn't even believe that those things were left behind by a person who lived in the obscurity and oppression of the Middle Ages.
Automatic operation, compatible transmission interface, "dummy" external control, rune arrangement based on geometry, rune simplification formula …
From the perspective of most people in this world, if not for the broad vision from another world, these 'clumsy struggles' would have all been swept away into the garbage dump, because any middle-ranked spellcaster could directly use various supreme magic skills to skip the steps recorded in the rogue magician's notes. They would never have thought of such a whimsical thing as "letting inferior people who didn't know magic or had low magic talent to control magic".
The great sorcerers who could wield fire and thunder on their own might be worthy of fear, but in Gawain's view, it was not until a lousy rogue sorcerer separated magic as a tool from "personal talent" and freed his hands that this mysterious and powerful skill was truly sublimated. It changed from a fist to a stick.
Just like the first time humans tied a stone to a wooden stick and used this crude war hammer to kill a beast several times stronger than himself, it was a leap forward.
However, it was a pity that after thousands of years in this world, humans were still making war hammers.
Gwen felt that it was time for him to install a rocket booster on this war hammer.
Aside from Rebecca, who was holding the original magic array blueprint as if she had found a treasure, on the third day after a large number of people were finally in place, Cecil's pioneering work officially began.
Food was the foundation of survival. No matter how many grand plans Gwen had based on the steamed steel and the rocket booster power hammer in his mind, he had to ensure that the people in the territory were full first.
When he was in Tanzania Town, he had purchased enough food, and the king had also promised that the territory would be supplied with food and cloth for the first year of the territory, but these were only temporary. If he wanted to survive for a long time, self-sufficiency was a must. Although it was not impossible to use the resources produced by the mine to buy food from the nearby lords, as a pioneer from the Celestial Empire, Gwen had the obsessive-compulsive disorder that most people in the Celestial Empire had.
Obsessive-Compulsive disorder when there was no food.
Wasteland reclamation! Farming! After arriving at the place, he dared to sleep without first opening up ten acres of land? If he did not open up two vegetable gardens behind the base, he had the nerve to say that he had a firm foothold? Since ancient times, there was only one standard for pioneering a territory and living in peace for a long time — that was to open up a land of land!
Of course, it was normal to have this idea, but in this world where supernatural power existed, Gwen was very clear that he still had a lot to learn.
It was a very simple principle. After knowing that the humans in this world could use the power of runes and use straw as fuel to make iron, who would dare to guarantee that a pile of manure would be better than the local primitive technology?
Furthermore, without knowing the basic rules of this world, Gawain wasn't sure how much of the Earth's knowledge he had in his mind could be applied here. What if the microorganisms in this world didn't follow the basic rules?
But regardless of these details, the basic idea of farming before settling down was always a good one.
Gwen came to the wasteland where everything was still in a very basic stage. Rebecca took the time to come here yesterday and put a big fireball on the wasteland overgrown with weeds and shrubs for half a day to complete a perfect burn. Today, the serfs began to dig deep into the ground to turn the fertile plant ash into the soil layer and remove the stones mixed in the soil.
Gwen was pleased to see that the system he had ordered in advance was also being carried out here. A wooden board was inserted every hundred steps on the vast wasteland, dividing the entire wasteland into many evenly spaced plots. The labourers worked within the boundaries of these plots, while a few groups moved between the plots to prepare for the digging of trenches. At the edge of the wasteland, a temporary wooden shed was set up. Heti and a few others stayed there to record the progress of the work, as well as the withdrawal and return of tools by each group.
At the same time, there was a big stove in the wooden shed, and the reclaimers also had their lunch near the shed.
The labourers had become accustomed to Gwen's appearance. This "somewhat strange aristocrat" always liked to hang around the noisy and messy construction site and talk to the peasants. At first, many people were nervous and uneasy, but now …
There was still tension, but the uneasiness had faded a lot, especially after Gwen fulfilled the two immediate promises of "all the conscientious labourers will have enough to eat" and "those who work extra hard will have meat to eat". The civilians and serfs in the territory had a lot more trust and closeness to this new lord who kept his promises and had a reputation for keeping them.
Gwen walked all the way through the busy work site and came to the wooden shed on the edge of the wasteland. A dark-skinned farmer was standing beside Heti. The two of them were talking seriously, while Knight Philip was guarding them.
Gwen's nearly two-meter-tall stature was very noticeable. As soon as he came near, Heti looked up and stood up. The farmer, whose back was facing him, also turned around. When he saw the lord, he hurriedly bowed and said, "My Lord …"
"Don't be nervous." Gwen waved his hand. "I'm just here to check the situation."
Then he looked curiously at the man who looked like a farmer but was discussing with Heti. "Are you an expert in farming?"
In the human language of the Lolun Continent, "expert" and "scholar" were the same words. When the farmer heard Gwen calling him that, he was nervous and scared. He waved his hand and said, "How can I be compared to those knowledgeable people … I'm just a farmer …"
"His name is Norris." Heti introduced him. "He's a farmer in the territory. He's very good at farming. I'm looking for someone to ask about farming, so I found him."
Gwen looked Norris up and down. He was a typical medieval farmer. His skin was dark, his limbs were thick, and his face was humble. He looked like he was about 40 or 50 years old, or even older. However, Gwen was not sure about his real age. Heavy labor and malnutrition had caused every civilian on the Lolun Continent to age prematurely. Although the people in this world had a longer lifespan than the people on Earth when they were healthy, the average age of the nobles had reached 100 to 150 years old (under the condition that they did not use magic and other external forces to extend their lifespan), in fact, 90% of the people in this world were unhealthy. Many workers were already senile in their twenties.
The civilians in Cecil's territory could at least maintain their food and clothing, and they lived longer than the civilians in other territories. However, premature aging was inevitable.
The farmer named Norris turned his neck nervously under Gwen's gaze and showed a humble smile.
But it was such a humble smile that made Gawain slightly startled.
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