[How does building something work in this era? Lime as mortar? The rocks aren’t going to cut and stack themselves to form a wall, which means bricks have to be made from a kiln and then transferred to the workplace. Human workers aren’t a simple set of data too. The money and food involved are going to be black holes. It’s also a professional skill to allocate human resources effectively. It’ will be challenging to ensure a hundred men outputting a hundred men’s worth. Heck, it’s easy to make it less than half if I did it poorly.]
Even though Brendel had managed a small number of men in the past, he thought that the number of workers would go up to thousands and even over ten thousand.
It was not like fighting a war where he could just send in his armies. He had to know what the workers were supposed to do for their tasks.
[Maybe the Rolan Dwarven Craftsmen or underworld Great Earth Spirits, or the Wizard Craftsmen…… These dwarves live in the northern regions even further away than Osor. But that place is always snowing in the mountains, and they don’t live in Aouine. Hmm, come to think of it the Kirin Dwarves are distant relatives— No, I can’t use them, they are professionals in making wine, and not building cities. The Great Earth Spirits are considered high-class citizens. On top of that and their building skills, they have exceptional combat prowess and are regarded highly. Why would they come up to this poor place and suffer?]
Lastly, Brendel thought of the Wizard Craftsmen. They were arrogant old men who were in the Silver Alliance, but they were unlikely to be interested in him. Also, these men had incredibly keen senses who might guess that he usurped the original Brendel’s body after talking to him.
In the end, he chose to take it one step at a time. He currently had no solution, but once his strength rose in the future, he might be able to find a method to substitute things.
“Go ahead and do your best, I trust in your abilities.” He could only say these lines.
But these words made Amandina glow and she nodded earnestly.
“I think I heard you calling for me, my lord?” A youthful voice came from the outside.
Scarlett who was not too far away from a black pine tree subconsciously followed the voice and saw Ciel wearing a dark cloak covering his entire body who walked into the courtyard.
The young wizard had hardly appeared before anyone ever after the day Graudin was killed. He stayed in a small cottage provided by the city’s guards and acted as though the worldly affairs had nothing to do with him.
Ciel had explained to Brendel that he was testing out new magic spells. An apprentice wizard becoming a master overnight needed to some time to get adjusted.
Brendel watched him stroll in with a face full of carefree ease and even appeared to be a little excited.
[This guy seems to be doing well these days. It’s certainly more interesting compared to the time h
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