"Your Highness, how high and wide do you plan to build this wall?"

"At least fifteen feet high and six feet wide, it can accommodate four people walking side by side," Roland nodded secretly, the professional is different, first ask the technical parameters, and then determine the construction plan.

"Then it would have to dig a man-deep trench to stabilize the upper wall, and the top would be six feet wide, and the lower part would be at least twice as wide if the wall was fifteen feet high," Karl replied quickly, "and it would have to be a lot of manpower just to dig the trench." Your Highness, if you can give me one hundred and fifty men, I should be able to dig this trench before the Demon Moon arrives. ”

"A ditch can't stop an evil beast," Roland said noncommittally.

"Well, if the upper part of the wall were built with stone, it would have taken three years. If it was only to keep out the beasts, the walls could be about twelve feet tall without being built, and the width could be reduced by one-third, and the bottom could be reduced to six feet. Trenching and wall building were carried out at the same time, and the number of people increased by two hundred ...... That way, I can finish it before next year's Hive Moon. ”

Carlet's paused, then continued, "With all due respect, Your Highness, this is not a good time to get started. If the wall is not built in time, even if the trench is dug well, it will lose its original function after being soaked in rain and snow all winter. This will require more time and manpower to clean the softened trench and deepen the excavation again. ”

"If, as you say, the wall is built twelve feet high and four feet wide, how long will it take to dig the trench?"

"It should take a month and a half," Karl replied.

"Then let's do it according to this plan, digging the groove and masonry at the same time, and the masonry will be completed before the arrival of the Demon Moon. Roland interrupted what Carl was about to say with a wave of his hand, "I know what you're worried about, but let's take a look at this, the latest work from the Grey Keep's Alchemy Workshop." ”

Naturally, he didn't have time to stick the stone bricks to show the stonemason again, so he just dragged out the two sticky ones before and showed them off. Fortunately, almost no one dared to question what the prince said, and Karl was shocked in disbelief when he heard that the alchemical binder, known as cement, could transform from liquid to solid between day and night, and produce extremely high adhesion.

Having dedicated the first half of his life to the Stonemasons' Society, he was naturally aware of the greatness of this invention, which, in addition to bonding stones, could also be shaped at will. Wouldn't this be equivalent to having any shape of stone without secondary cutting and grinding? It can eliminate the time-consuming and laborious processing stage, and the erection speed of any building will be raised to a new level. That alone is exciting enough!

Roland looked at the other party with satisfaction and asked again, "How is it, do you think three months is enough?"

Carl Van Burt's voice trembled, "If you're right, no, no, I mean...... If the Alchemy Workshop's description of this object is correct, I'...... I'm willing to give it a try. ”

"Very well, I will have someone write you a detailed information on the use of cement, and if you need anything else, please talk to my assistant minister," Roland smiled, "Mr. Carr, you are now a member of the Executive Office." ”

I met Nanawa herself the next afternoon. The little girl looked at Anna a little blankly, and grabbed the corner of her clothes for a long time before she could hold back a sentence, "I have ...... Dead?"

When he saw her for the first time, Roland had to admit that the witches' powers not only gave them magical abilities, but also changed their appearance and temperament to some extent. She and Anna are very different types, but they both have a unique charm. This feeling has nothing to do with age, nor does it have anything to do with the state of life, even when Anna is in prison waiting for death, the light is still undiminished. Looking through the whole memory, whether it was the street warbler in Gray Castle or the well-educated aristocratic lady, he had never felt like this. If I had to describe them, they and witches were placed together as if they were colored figures in a black-and-white photograph.

Carl Van Burt, who had brought her, retired, with all that was left in the palace garden, Roland, Anna, and Nanava.

"You're not dead, Anna is alive and well," Roland said with a smile, "I'm Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince, and you're—"

"I'm Nanawa Pine," the little girl's expression came to life when she heard that she wasn't dead. She ran straight to Anna and chattered about something to her, completely ignoring Roland's status as the prince of the Grey Keep. Naturally, Roland would not bother with a little girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, so he sat down against the round table, poured himself ale, and admired the "daily life" of the two witches.

Anna is obviously a little uncomfortable with the other party's self-acquaintance, Nanava said a dozen words before she responded, then again, Anna is only seventeen years old, but she already has the feeling of a big sister. Roland couldn't help but wonder how outstanding she would be when she grew up.

It wasn't until Nanawa's speech slowed down that he coughed twice and asked, "Miss Pine, listen to your teacher, have you awakened as a witch?"

Rather than what most people call "degenerate" a witch, Roland prefers the word awakening. He is not naïve enough to think that all witches are pure and immaculate blank slates, and that the gain of power from those with malicious intentions will only cause more damage. This is like a weapon, it can create violence and it can also resist violence, and the key depends on who holds the weapon. Perhaps the witch massacres propagated by the church are all based on facts, but it would be unfair to take this as evidence of the witch community.

Nanawa's expression froze, and she asked in a low voice, "Will you hang me?"

"No, of course not, those who go to the gallows are heinous criminals. You're not, and neither is Miss Anna, so don't worry about that. ”

She took a breath and nodded, "I'm not sure either...... The teacher said that witches have demonic powers after being seduced by the devil, but I haven't seen the devil before?"

"When did you find yourself different?"

"About a week ago," Nanawa muttered, "I saw a little bird break its leg and wanted to help it." And then...... I felt something running out of my hand. ”

"Something got out?" Roland asked, "and then?"

"Hmm...... Suddenly it surrounded the bird like a ball of slimy water," Nanava thought back, tilting her head, "and then the bird's leg was healed." ”

Could it be that her strength is of the therapeutic type? Roland's heart fluttered, he knew very well what this ability meant - in the age of no antibiotics, no modern medicine, and direct death in the face of trauma and infection, being able to heal wounds quickly was equivalent to an extra life. This ability does little to advance civilization as a whole, but it has a surprising significance for individual lives.

He immediately went to the door and asked the knight who was guarding outside to find a live chicken. If she can prove that she is true, she may be able to change the situation of the ruthless persecution of witches in the border town.