Mages Are Too OP

Back at the magic tower, Roland immediately held a temporary meeting.

All the people in charge of the industry under the name of the Magic Tower are here, about thirty-four people, a small number of nobles, most of the businessmen, and a small number of special people, such as forces like the Black Sand Gang that don't see the light.

"To call everyone here, there are important things that you need to do." Roland's eyes swept over everyone, and continued: "I won't say more nonsense, this winter is much colder than previous years, I think many people felt it."

Everyone was a little confused, so they looked at Roland.

"But there are still many poor people in the city. In such a cold day, their simple thatched houses can't keep out the cold wind and snow, and there are still many people who lack food. I estimate that many civilians will not be able to survive this winter. Many people died. Tens of thousands, or a hundred thousand?"

Roland's voice echoed in the conference room, and most people were quite surprised. They vaguely guessed what Roland was thinking.

But that's why they were surprised.

Is Roland trying to save those dirty and poor pariahs?

In winter, it is not uncommon to save untouchables. The Temple of Light and the Temple of Life will save a small group of untouchables with more devout beliefs and let them survive every winter. But that was only a small batch, and it was still selective.

But what was Roland's purpose? He has no faith tasks to solve, and the pariahs are of no use to him.

Not even qualified to be a cannon fodder.

Besides, there are quite a few poor people in Delbon, and there must be tens of thousands of people. How much can Roland save?

Just helping these tens of thousands of people to build houses can almost empty half of the magic tower. If the daily food supply is counted, it is estimated that this winter, the magic tower will be endless.

Is Roland doing such an idiot thing? Not likely!

The people below were full of doubts and wanted to share their thoughts and opinions with the friends next to them, but Roland stood at the top and stared at them, so that they did not dare to talk nonsense.

"I want to save them!" Roland said loudly: "Even if it is tens of thousands."

The guess really came true, and all of a sudden, the entire conference room was chatting, and they couldn't bear it any longer.

Someone even called to Roland: "Your Excellency, your idea is unrealistic. That's tens of thousands, not thousands. You underestimate the consumption of tens of thousands."

Only Vincent sat quietly, without any excited expression.

After waiting for them to discuss for a while, Roland said: "I know what you think, but I have already thought about this decision. First of all, these tens of thousands of people are not refugees, they are also a bit wealthy, and most of them live in their own homes. There is also a certain amount of food in the local area. It's just not enough, and it may not survive this winter. "

Everyone in the conference room listened quietly.

"As long as someone supports this group of people with a certain amount of food, they can survive this winter." Roland said with a smile: "This group of people doesn't need to spend too much energy and time on us. To get rid of them, we really need to spend a lot of money. Kung Fu requires us to build houses for them and give them a lot of food to help them survive the winter. There are less than 10,000 people."

At this time, someone interjected: "But even so, raising such a large group of people is also a great burden on the magic tower's finances."

"Why do you want to keep them and let them work?" Roland smiled and said, "Among our golden sons, some sages have long considered such a problem. The solution is very simple. Relief for work."

Everyone was puzzled.

Roland didn't ask them to understand, but took out a map, pointed to the circled area and said, "This is the woods in the north of the city. It covers a large area. We organized tens of thousands of people to cut it down. Cut down the trees within a month, and then burn the grass and roots together with a fire. Then build new wooden houses on the ashes with ready-made wood, the more the better, the surrounding open space can also be reclaimed , to those who would like to live there."

"After people settle down there, after a period of development, it can become a sub-city of Delbon, or it can be used as a new town. This is also beneficial to future taxes."

"But how can we let tens of thousands of people go to cut down a forest? They won't listen to us and use force to persecute it."

Hearing this, Roland said to the people of the Black Sand Gang: "Gru, you asked your subordinates to spread the news in the slums, saying that the magic tower will start recruiting workers from tomorrow, and the more lumberjacks are needed, the more the better. It is enough to swing an axe. Anyone who is willing to be a coolie will eat three meals a day, two white breads for each meal, and one hundred and fifty grams of wheat a day as a reward. The whole city must know the news."

This number was carefully considered by Roland.

For a meal of two fist-sized white bread, adults can only eat seven or eight full, and can work, but they don't have much energy to make trouble again. The elderly and children cannot eat two white breads per meal, so they will definitely take them home for their family members to eat.

And 150 grams of wheat, about three or two, after cooking, is enough for an adult to consume for a day of activity.

In this way, each migrant worker will be able to eat enough, and some leftover food will be taken back to his family.

Then Roland continued: "The merchants acted for me and went to other cities to buy food, the more the better. The nobles will use your skills and bring your attendants. Each family manages a certain number of migrant workers. Constrain them and tell them what to do when and what needs to be done. Tomorrow I will hand over the daily work schedule to you.”

Hearing this, everyone frowned.

Roland is shaving their skins.

But at this time, Roland smiled and said: "Of course, I won't let you do it in vain. You should also hear that there will be a 'points' system in the magic tower in the future. Now you help me work, according to the type of work, the points you get It's different. The important thing is that these points can be passed on to your descendants. If you have magic apprentices in your family, the points will be of great use."

At this time, Old Conan Doyle asked, "Your Excellency Roland, you can probably 'buy' something with one point."

"The model of the first-level spell. The second-level spell model needs 2 points, the third-level spell model is 4 points, and then doubles it up" Roland smiled: "You can also change some magic materials, or change some special qualifications, such as... … If you have a child that is just a little bit short of being an apprentice, then the points can serve as his assessment points.”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then they all quieted down and stopped talking, but they looked at Roland as if their eyes were shining.

Roland saw that everyone understood what he meant. He nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Vincent: "As for the supervision of the project progress, whether the managers are malfeasance, corruption or laziness, I will leave it to you."

Vincent glanced around at everyone in the conference room and grinned.

Except for Roland, everyone else shuddered subconsciously.

Then Vincent said in an arrogant tone unique to the rich second generation: "No problem! I like to catch people the most."