Chapter 200 I can’t pay for the upgrade!
“Are you Rogier?”
“Yes.”
“I remember Rogier was very fat.”
“Half a month ago, I am indeed fat, but I lost weight because I was frightened by the war and consumed too much energy.”
Standing by the Pala River next to the castle, Werther said to Horn confidently.
"You sun-goat, you are not Rogier at all. Who are you?"
Horn never expected that the disobedient old man, the master mason, would give him Come and use a trick to steal the sky and change the day.
He didn’t even recognize this slender young man who was obviously taller and thinner than Rockel!
"Okay." Werther's identity was revealed, and he admitted openly without further explanation, "You chopped off the Duke's head. The Rocker family was born in the citizenry, and he was too scared. Just leave this job to me.”
After hearing the reason, Horn felt that it was difficult. Not everyone had the courage to confront the empire and the church.
"Who are you?" Horn looked at the young man.
"My name is Witte, Witte Rude, an official Mason of the Orthodox Revivalist Church."
What does it mean? Upgraded because of temporary exchange? Has that weird old mason with a stubborn personality changed his mind?
Facing Horn's suspicious eyes, Werther's expression did not change: "If you don't believe it, I can prove it. You can ask me some more questions about masons and I will answer them."
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The moist wind hit Horn's face, making him sober up a little. He turned around and mounted his horse: "Well, I'm going to inspect a small town nearby. Come with me." . ”
Since food hoarding is now in progress, the first thing Horn has to deal with is the issue of housing.
He asked people to call the previous stonemason Rocker, just to let him plan the entire camp. Now that it was someone else, he might as well not waste time on the written test and go straight to practice.
"Okay." Ascending on the mule, the mason named Werther followed closely behind Horn. After walking along the dirt road for about three minutes, the town in ruins came into view.
The once lifeless town was filled with young men and women from the Salvation Army, old and young.
Among the ruins of houses, young men wearing short shirts and covered with sweat struggled to lift the stone bricks from the ruins with hemp ropes and transport them to the small square.
Between the ruins and grass, you can still see towering human heads. They are women, the elderly and children looking for usable furniture and materials in the ruins.
Similarly, useless waste needs to be cleared out and piled on the roadside.
Piles of garbage, large and small, are pushed onto the streets, carted away by specialized people using wheelbarrows, thrown into lakes or chopped into firewood.
Although these Salvation Army troops are not the old camp, they are the second batch of refugees that Horne joined outside the Castle of Joan of Arc. They have experience in cleaning rivers and working as trackers, and their discipline is relatively good.
Although the overall situation seems chaotic, from a personal perspective, it is quite efficient. After all, it is cleaning the house for oneself.
In just half a day, they not only cleared an open space, but also placed a lot of building materials on the open space, such as stones, wooden boards, pit sand, etc.
“I didn’t expect this ruins to be quite big.” Horn hadn’t noticed it before on the castle, but he realized this now.
If you count the former craftsmen's residential area alone, it is estimated to be only two or three hectares in size. If you include the ancient Aiel and lycanthrope residential area, it is even about 40 hectares.
Looking around, after the taller ruins, there are layers of shorter ruins, extending into the forest not far away.
However, many of the areas where lycanthropes live are peripheral shantytowns, which are equivalent to the urban-rural fringe. Horn estimates that the true urban area of Guel is about 20 hectares. "Horn...Your Excellency." Witte thought for a while, but still only used a general term for the distinguished person. He pointed to an intersection in front of him and said, "This is the entrance to the entire city."
“How do you know?”
Getting off the mule, Werther pointed to the half-remaining doorpost and said, “Look, this is the classic Elnian door made of volcanic ash concrete. Column. "
The ruins of the entire city are obviously built according to the Elmin City. The houses are divided into square blocks by roads and are arranged inside the town like a chessboard.
There is one of the widest cross roads, which runs from east to west and from north to south. At the intersection of this cross lane, which is the central area of the entire city, there is a temple of the original Messila sect (consecrating the sacred tree).
The white Ernian marble columns are covered with moss, supporting the triangular gables, but the roof of the temple has collapsed and disappeared.
As Horn walked by, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation under his feet. When he looked down, he saw a bronze candlestick carelessly abandoned among the grass.
He lowered his head and picked up the bronze candlestick, stroking its rough texture. Horn softly chanted a hometown dialect that he had not heard for a long time: "Every room in the palace is made of dirt."
Werther next to him was so excited that he even ran to the pillars of the temple, stretched out his arms to measure the circumference, and moved his hands up and down the entire temple. He reluctantly left until Horn called him.
Next to the temple is a pond, which has turned into a cesspool after years of fermentation. Surrounding the pond is an abandoned park.
Opposite the park is a semicircular theater and a central square composed of official residence buildings.
“The culture of the ancient El Empire inherited the culture of the Shepherd clan in the Kingdom of Seven Hills to a certain extent.” Standing beside the semicircular theater, Witte pointed at the theater in front of him obsessively, “ The Shepherd clan believes that houses are just places to sleep, and the real place for elves to move around is public space.
What distinguishes elves most from other intelligent races is that they engage in a large number of public activities and philosophical speculations.
So the El Empire will build a large number of such parks, public bathhouses, public theaters... Even their public toilets are connected toilets, making it easier for them to debate and discuss philosophy with their bucket mates when excreting.
It is said that in ancient times, elves lived in the sacred tree, and the rooms carved in the sacred tree were very small.
That can't even be called a room, but a bed, because it is embedded in a tree trunk and is next to an open corridor.
But the elves made the public activity space very large, with a hall able to accommodate thousands of people. ”
Following Witte’s instructions, Horn looked up and saw that the theater should be built on a natural slope.
The stepped seats go up one after another, and every few rows can See the bronze resonance cylinder placed next to the seat.
If we hold any conference in the future to announce something, this would be a good place. The only drawback is that it is open-air.
Horn was still thinking about the renovation of the theater. Next to him, Werther suddenly ran a few steps in one direction and shouted excitedly: "Ah! Insula Apartment, it's so classic, it's so great It's a classic!"
"Your Majesty, let's..."
Looking at Werther running away, Horn had no choice but to follow.
He now generally believes in Witte's identity. In some of the conversations just now, Witte was not only very familiar with how buildings were built in the Empire era, but also had a deep understanding of ancient Aiel architecture.
Is it possible that he is really an official mason?
Originally, he asked Werther to follow him around the whole city, but now he followed Werther around.
(End of this chapter)