
"Your Majesty, how tall and wide is the city wall you want to build?"
"It should be at least fifteen feet tall, six feet wide, allowing four men to advance side by side"
Roland had to nod inward, the professionals were really not the same.
They will first ask about the technical parameters and then determine the construction program.
"So we need to dig a trench as deep as one man to stabilize the top of the wall, besides, the,
for the top of the six-foot-wide wall to be six feet wide, the width at its base must be at least double. "karl answered quickly, "
So digging a trench alone will consume a lot of energy. Your Highness, if you give me a hundred and fifty men, if,
I should have been able to dig this trench in the few months before the devil's arrival."
"A trench can't stop an evil beast," Roland replied without commitment.
"That's right, but if we build the top of the city wall with stones, it will take three years.
To just stop the evil beasts, you don't need to build a wall that high, roughly 12 feet high.
its width can also be reduced by a third, resulting in a six-foot-wide foundation.
With the trench excavation and construction of the wall simultaneously, as well as the increase of workers to two hundred ...
That way, I can finish it in January of next year, before the arrival of the devil. "
Karl stopped, then said, "I'm sorry, please,
Your Majesty, this is not a good time to start.
If the construction of the walls is not timely, even if the trenches are dug well, they will lose their original shape after the rain and snow that soaks throughout the winter.
When you come back, instead of finishing it, you need to spend more time and effort just to clear the softened trench, dig in and deepen it once again."
"Say, had we only built a wall twelve feet high and four feet wide, how long would you have needed to dig a trench?"
"It should be finished within a month and a half" Karl replied.
"Then do according to this plan, excavation and stone-making at the same time, so that we succeed a month before the arrival of the demonic beast."
Roland waved his hand, interrupting Karl, "I know what worries you, but look at this, this is the latest work of the Graycastle alchemy workshop."
Naturally, he had no time to let the mason see the gluing process.
Instead, he showed him two bricks, which were glued together from before. Fortunately, when the prince spoke, almost no one dared to question him.
When Karl heard that this cement alchemical adhesive could change from liquid to solid form overnight, he said,
moreover, he came up with a sky-high adhesion effect, his face revealing his overwhelming shock.
As a stonemason who had dedicated half his life to his work, he was naturally able to recognize how great this discovery was.
Regardless of the binding of the stone, the most important fact was that it was possible to freely form its figure!
Isn't that equivalent to no longer needing a second cutting and polishing process, as it is suitable for loose-shaped stones?
Time-consuming processing stages can be abandoned, and the level of construction of any building will be raised to a whole new level.
This alone is interesting enough!
Roland looked at Karl's facial expression with satisfaction, and once again asked,
"What do you think, three months will be enough?"
Karl van Bart's voice trembled somewhat, If you're right, no, no, I mean...
If the alchemy workshop explains this matter properly, I...
I'm willing to try."
Karl van Bart's voice trembled somewhat, "If you're right, no, no, I mean ... If the alchemy workshop explains this matter correctly, I ...
I'm willing to try."
Very good, I'll let people summarize the detailed cement information for you.
If there is still another need to discuss it, then feel free to talk to my assistant minister"
Roland laughed, though,
"Mr Karl, from now on you will be the head of the employee's office."
The next day Roland saw Nana in the afternoon. The little girl stared blankly at
Anna, clutching her clothes for a long time, before saying, "I've... Dead?"
The first time Roland saw her, he had to admit that the power of witches didn't just give them the ability to use magic.
This feeling had nothing to do with age, and it was also unrelated to their situation.
Even when Anna was in prison, awaiting her death sentence, the radiance she emitted still continued.
He searched through all his memories, whether it was a noble lady with excellent upbringing or a pedestrian in Graycastle, none of them gave off such an aura.
If someone insisted on describing it, they compared it to a witch, it was like a witch was the color in the black and white photo.
He was taken in by Karl van Bart, who later retired wisely, just leaving
Roland, Anna, and Nana in the backyard.
"You're not dead, Anna's alive and well, too,"
Roland had to hold back a smile, though,
"I'm the fourth Prince Roland Wimbledon, and you"
" I am Nana Paien "when the little girl heard that she herself was not dead, her expression turned to life again.
He ran straight to Anna's side, starting to chat with her, unconcerned, ignoring her identity
Prince Roland Wimbledon.
Roland naturally did not care about what the 14 15 year old girl said.
Instead, she leaned against the round table and poured herself a beer, appreciating the "everyday behavior" from the side.
Anna was obviously a little calmer. In the time Nana would say more than ten sentences, Anna would say one.
Therefore, when Anna was only seventeen years old, she was already emitting feelings of elder sister.
Roland could not help but think, "When he grows up, how extraordinary will he be?"
As Nana's speech slowed down, she coughed, opened her mouth, and asked, "Miss Paien, I heard from your teacher that you have awakened as a witch?"
Compared to most people who used the word "Fall" while being a witch, Roland preferred the term "wake up".
He was not naive enough to think that all pure white magicians, people who already had evil personalities would only create greater destruction.
Similar to weapons, they can produce violence, but they can also be used against violence.
The crucial point is the person holding the weapon.
Perhaps the church's propaganda of the witch-induced slaughter is based on facts,
but using this as proof that the entire community of witches is guilty is the greatest injustice.
Nana's face once again stiffened, she whispered, "Will you hang me?"
"No, of course not, the gallows are for vile criminals.
You're not one and Miss
Anna wasn't one of them either, so don't worry about that."
He took a breath and nodded, "I'm not sure..
The teacher said that the witches were forced by the devil and after that got some evil power.
B-can | be owned? Moreover, I have never seen a demon."
"When do you know that you yourself have become different?"
"About a week ago," muttered Nana,
"i saw a bird with a broken leg and wanted to help him.
And all of a sudden, I felt something flowing out of my hand"
"Is something flowing out?" Roland asked, "What happened then? "Ah...
Suddenly covering the bird like a sticky bubble of water" Nana's head tilted as she recalled this, "Then the bird's feet healed"
Does he have healing powers?
Roland's heart started racing, he was very clear what this ability meant.
In the absence of antibiotics, there is no modern medicine there, people with trauma or infections are likely to die at this age.
Thus, rapid wound healing was almost equivalent to saving countless lives.
This ability is very limited in advancing the progress of civilization as a whole, but it has tremendous meaning for the life of the individual
He immediately went to the door, looking for a knight to bring the chicken alive. If it can be proven that what he said is true, then,
he might be able to use this as a source to change the border town's view of the witches, ending the current situation of cruel persecution.