I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

The day has gradually entered the hottest time of the year, and even Velvet in northern Xinjiang can only feel a little coolness in the middle of the night.

After nightfall, you can hear the small movement of insects and ants. The sound is very soft, and you can only hear it when you stand in the garden. When it floats into the window of the bedroom on the second floor, it is easily blocked by the thick curtain. .

The summer in this world is a quietness that Lucien has not quite gotten used to.When he first came here, he didn't realize that when he had to do his best to survive, he naturally had no time to pay attention to the differences between the worlds. In the hot summer, he was mostly stuck in the house. It was only in the past two years that he suddenly realized that every day The sense of disobedience that lingers in my heart all summer comes from the lack of bgm that summer should have.

[Cicada] This kind of insect doesn't exist in this world. Lucien doesn't know exactly what kind of insect occupies the niche that the cicada should have, but that kind of creature will definitely not make a hoarse cry in summer.

Then the summer became dull, and working in the summer became a chore that made people complain.

On the Jiancheng construction site, the start time was adjusted early. The start time in the morning was advanced and the stop time was delayed in the evening. The laborers can get precious time to rest when it is the hottest at noon.Lawrence arranged for someone to build a grass shed in the shade, shaded and ventilated, and you can hide in it when it rains. It is not only a resting place for laborers, but also a place for logistics children and women to cook and help mend.

Who else injured his hand or leg and fell from a high place? There are doctors stationed in the straw shed to bandage the wound. Occasionally, a mage who is in a good mood wanders over and sees it, and he will cast a spell such as healing. Those who are sick can recover immediately and continue to work.

The work of mages on the construction site has already ended long ago. Their main job is magic research, which has nothing to do with engineering construction. It depends on the lord's money to come here to work, ten days and a half months. After finishing the work, he immediately took the money and left, and used the money obtained from selling his body (bu) to buy magic materials to supply his own research.

So originally they should have included this part-time job experience in the black history, and since then they have sealed the box and Shenhe, just like they did when they went to build the road before, walking on the road as if this road has nothing to do with them, but the fact Every time they walk on the road, they have a strange sense of accomplishment of "you see such a good road is the foundation I laid", and they prick up their ears, especially wanting to hear more compliments from passers-by.

Look at this road, how flat, how straight, how good it is.

Look at this city, it is no exaggeration to say that tall buildings rise from the ground.

When some mages "dropped in" from time to time to take a walk and take a look, they saw with their own eyes how a city was built on a piece of wasteland—the square in the center of the city was made of regular stone slabs of different shades. Patterns, the temple is opposite to the city conference hall, and the horizontal and vertical roads are divided into different areas around this center.

The ditches, whose function they didn't know when they cast spells, formed a criss-cross network in the city, draining the city's rainwater from the city to the outside of the city, and discharging it into the White River next to the city.

There is an elemental vein under the Baihe River, and the elemental fluctuations emitted are equivalent to natural disinfectants. Besides, the sewage is not completely discharged directly. The sewage flowing out of the city will first be diverted to the huge quarry excavated for the construction of the city. The sundries are deposited in the potholes and then discharged. There are no highly polluting and highly toxic chemicals these days. The domestic sewage of a small city of this size is completely within the self-purification capacity of the Baihe River.

As for the settled dirt, according to the narration in the [-] ways of compost exchanged by Lucien, it can be used as fertilizer after treatment. There are no raw materials in Velvet and its surroundings, and the nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium compound fertilizer project cannot be carried out. Under such circumstances, this kind of farmyard manure is better than nothing.

Lucien also expects that Master Shuseqi, who was captured by him to study fertilizers, can research some fantasy-style new fertilizers in the magical world based on the one hundred methods of composting he gave, so that Velveer can stay on the edge of the first level. Field upgrades increase production.

However, I don't remember doing research. Master's research is a long-term project that will test patience. Judging from the results of Lucien's visit to Xiu Seqi a few days ago, he probably won't see any results this year.

It's not like building roads and bridges

For an infrastructure project like a city, the results of every step of the way can be seen in the eyes, and the summer has not yet passed, and it is quite a model, like a complete city with well-planned facilities and complete facilities, just waiting for the entrance to move in.

Lucien saw exactly this kind of city.

After resting in bed for most of the summer, when the summer was about to pass, he finally recovered to the point where he would not be pale and frightening when he went outside. You can also put on a dress to attend the celebration ceremony of the completion of the city.

Compared with the previous ball banquet, this ceremony can be said to be quite deserted. The owners of the manor tacitly rejected Lucien's invitation letter with various excuses, and only appointed a steward or subordinate to send a congratulatory gift. The presidents of the major trade unions and chambers of commerce are only a small number.

After Andasi came and looked at the scene, he was nervous that that little lunatic Lucien would lose his temper because of this, but Lucien didn't seem to care much about the actions of the manor owners who almost directly slapped him in the face. In the mood, say a few jokes and talk about gossip.

His skin was pale, and the thin rouge on his face did not add much color to him. He coughed from time to time when he was talking to people, and he would lean against the corner of the table and the wall for strength no matter where he stood, so as not to sway his body.

Andasi talked with Lucien for a few words. He noticed that there was no confidence in Lucien's voice, and he squeezed out weakly from between his lips and teeth. His eyes were in a trance without the familiar bright brilliance, and it was difficult for him to focus and wander around. .

It's as if... It seems that the illness has smoothed out the edges and corners of this person and made him weak.

"..."

Andasi didn't dare to say how much Lucien's state was pretending to be real, but it didn't prevent him from uttering a long string of obscenities after saluting to Lucien, and even wanted to put the little lunatic's head in the water to wake up .

At other times, it’s okay to show the enemy to be weak, but now is the time when you can’t show your weakness and powerlessness. The people participating in the ceremony are all fish hooked on the boat by the fragrant bait made by the parliament, but they are also like grass on the wall. He could jump ship at any time—the ship of the lord meant confrontation with the United Nobles. If even the leader Lucien was weak and timid, how could others have the confidence to follow him to the light?

Andasi had no doubts that someone at the scene was already thinking of quitting the ship, believing that the young and sick lord would lose to the local nobles.

And another reason why Lucien must not reveal his weak side...

"I don't think you know that your reward on the black market has exceeded [-] crystal coins."

Andasi tried not to be too mocking and indifferent in his tone, as if he was a bad old man who gloated at other people's misfortunes.

They were standing in a hidden corner away from everyone's eyes, providing Lucien with a space to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I know." Lucien said with a smile. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, his back arched in pain.

"Sorry..." He apologized in a low voice, and continued, "I know about this, after all, this is on my land." He leaned his back against the wall to support his body, and was about to stop and think carefully after saying a word. Take a deep breath.

He lowered his eyes and twirled the decorative pendant hanging on the dress with his fingertips, "I thought I would be worth more."

[Crystal coin] is a currency system independent of gold, silver and copper coins, and cannot be exchanged with other currencies. Many civilians do not even know the existence of this currency. It is only circulated in occasions such as trading rare cultivation materials and magic tools. A hard currency used among talents of level and above.

It is not the country that issues crystal coins, but the joint council formed by the Mage Union and the Warrior Union. This council is basically equivalent to the highest combat power in the entire continent. Normal money market.

The common currency in the black market is also crystal coins, which is equivalent to a mercenary union that cannot be put on the table. Most mercenaries take over business in the black market-the kind that burning, killing, and looting is absolutely illegal.

The mission is much more dangerous than the mission in the mercenary union, and the benefits are much more than honestly accepting the mission.

Various countries have been committed to banning the black market, not

As long as there is demand, there will be a market. Many people who call for eliminating the black market are themselves regular customers of the black market. How much effort this "commitment" took is naturally open to discussion.

Lucien's name appeared on the black market list a few days ago, with a price tag of [-] crystal coins. It is still calm around Lucien, and no one has accepted the business.

Andasi sighed, "The one who hangs up this task is also a fool."

Otherwise, how could one expect someone to assassinate a duke from the royal family for [-] crystal coins, and cut off his head as proof of the completion of the mission.

Lucien covered his mouth, coughed and then frowned to suppress the itching in his throat, "Or maybe that's a great cleverness." A little smile appeared on his face, "I was scared when I first found out. When I jumped, I was already suffering from burning pain, and almost passed out."

"If you're unlucky, you might be scared to death."

As he spoke, he took a glass of wine from the side and sipped it, he was too thin to support his clothes, "Look at me now, am I so nervous that I want to follow you?"

As if he was a little drunk, he stretched out his hand and tugged on Andasi's sleeve, "Please take care...look at me."

"Hmph, it's not like someone dares to stand in front of me—who?!" Andasi didn't say anything, when he suddenly heard the sound of a wine glass breaking behind him.When he turned his head, he had already chased towards the place where the sound sounded with two spells in a row, but the spells only hit the lamp stand and the wine cabinet. The candle flames on the lamp stand splattered and ignited the wine that burst out of the broken wine bottle. Suddenly, flames shot up from mid-air.

All the people who were attracted by the sound could only see a piece of clothing disappearing through the window. Andasi was about to step after it when he felt his sleeves sinking suddenly, and a hoarse and painful moan sounded behind him.

"This is really..." Lucien clutched his lower abdomen, his face turned pale, a knife was pressed between his fingers, and the bright red blood gradually spread on his clothes.

The young man's slender body shook unbearably, spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes and fell straight on Andasi's body.

Andasi swears based on his years of experience that this is by no means a fake knife made of animal blood, but a real knife pierced into flesh and blood, and then flows out of the human body, fresh and hot blood breath.

The attendant who was holding the wine glass turned his eyes and saw the scene where Lucien fell down with a pale face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"