Chapter 698： "Guest" who can't keep away

Wearing brand new boots and a straight uniform, wearing a handsome and beautiful badge and armband, the warden's Maxililin heads up in the hallway of the prison. The 30-year-old man manages his hair neatly. The beard was trimmed just right, along with a reserved smile, the keys and batons hung on the belt, and the slammed bang.

This is a new prison, just as new as the “Government Office” in the city. There are wide and bright corridors and strong and beautiful cells in the prison. One of the daily tasks of Maxiline is to patrol all the inside with two prison guards. Corridors and rooms to ensure that no prisoners escape from prison, self-mutilation, damage to imprisonment facilities, and private fighting, this is a rather boring job, but for Maxcil, who likes law and order, this work is with himself. Appetite.

The situation in the regular control area is all normal. The people in the area are basically thieves and sneak thieves who are drunk and ridiculous. Some of these people are not even worthy of being jailed. They are just temporary cells in the Public Security Department. Only a limited number of places were sent here for a few days. They did not dare to confront the caretakers, and they basically did not fight privately to extend their detention time. The patrols in this area have always been the most relaxed.

After walking through the regular control area, Maxilin took the two prison guards to the extraordinary containment area. Before the stairs leading to the underground, the warden looked at the heat exchangers and ventilation devices on the wall next to it.

After confirming that everything was normal, Maxiline couldn’t help but whispered: "This is really a good time... It’s so comfortable in prison."

After walking down a ladder and passing through a fence gate, it was a heavy alloy gate. In front of the gate, Maxiline sorted out his belt and uniform, and his expression became slightly serious.

Behind the gate is the deep prison, dedicated to the room where the criminals of the extraordinary are held.

Starting from this area, the front is full of sensory runes and alarms that detect magical fluctuations. The cells are also much stronger than other areas, and there are many institutions and traps dedicated to countering the casters, although they have been built since this area. There have been no riots in the past, but Maxcil, who once confronted the supernatural on the battlefield, will instinctively be vigilant and earnest.

He subconsciously touched the scar on the chest, which was the wound that had been cut by the superficial blade of the extraordinary. After recalling the burning pain, he opened the shield generator at the waist and pressed the baton. The Ministry of the Department ensures that the "magic counter" is ready to be fired.

Two accompanying prison guards also inspected their own equipment, and then left and right, and put two keys on both sides of the gate at the same time.

With the sound of the mechanical device squeaking, the heavy gate slowly opened in front of Maxiline.

The warden turned back slightly and told the subordinates: "Check the protection."

Two warnings went to see the integrity of the protective runes, and Maxiline walked over the gate and looked inside.

The rooms used to accommodate the extraordinary are significantly smaller than the ordinary cells outside. There are only four small rooms that are held separately, and there are only two prisoners in the entire area:

The first room on the left was just closed yesterday. A savage arcian, after a serious drunk, an arcane missile killed a neighbor's dog because he mistakenly thought that the dog had sacred to him. duel. This bad move led him to stay here for a week after he was legally compensated, but Maxcilin suspected that at least half of the time this week would be used by the arcian to hang up.

This is a guy who should be vigilant and careful. After all, he is still drunk and can't say that he will treat the caretaker who came to the rounds as another duelist, and also come to an arcane missile.

The "guest" in the second room on the right has been here for a long time. It is an unidentified druid. Because the undocumented spell and the crime of smuggling were closed, in the eyes of Maxi Lin, this The dumb druid is a more "safe" guy, although his temperament is a bit gloomy.

After confirming that the drunken Arcanist was still talking nonsense, Maxiline went straight to the Druid cell called "Bad Windel" and knocked on the alloy fence with the magic material in his baton: " Hey, it’s time to check the house."

In the small cell, the middle-aged man in gray-and-white prison clothes sat on the bed with his back to the cell door. He heard the movement coming from behind him. His arm moved and he said without saying: "Wait, I will I will solve this problem soon."

"...ha, you really want to live in your own home," Maxcilin laughed and laughed. "I shouldn't have to find a mathbook for you to find out what you have painted on the wall!" ”

In the small cell, almost all the walls and floors are painted with dazzling numbers and symbols, and some improvisational poems and short sentences can be described as lively and extraordinary on the walls of the cell. It is said that many prisoners have "reserved hobbies", and the caretaker has always closed one eye to this behavior, but Maxcil is really the first time to see someone writing a two-wall equation on the wall. And the long and short sentences, this is really the most special prisoner he has ever seen.

Maxcilin, who had been a knight apprentice for a short time, was literate, but the thing that Bard wrote on the wall was beyond his understanding. He only instinctively judged that the prisoner inside might have some heads, but the supernaturals had A few did not come to the head?

In the cell, Bard sitting on the bed finally solved his equation. The middle-aged man with a beard and hair was standing up, and put down the draft paper and pen in his hand and said, "Retisin, sir, then I will rub myself. Lost."

"Of course you will erase it because you have to write a new equation!" Maxiline glanced at Bard inside. "I want to inform you that your detention time is up again, you can go tomorrow, go out." Hurry up and find the government office to run a migration population..."

As soon as the warden’s words were half-finished, he saw that Bard in the cell handed out a small piece of hard-boiled bread secretly hidden from the pillow and threw it to the wall not far from the fence. Under the amazing wrist force, the small piece of cake hits the wall like a stone bomb, and the latter smashes a protective film, and then an alarm sounds...

Maxlin and the two prisoners who just walked in had no time to stop.

"Damn! You can't use this method to extend the custody every time!" Maxi Linton screamed. "This is a prison, not a hotel that lets you stay a day! You didn't listen... you two What are you doing? Go and turn off the **** alarm!"

The two warnings ran violently and turned off the alarm. The drunken arcane master shouted aloud in the room not far away. Bud in the cell shrugged at Maxcilin: "Here you stay here." Ok, I don't go anywhere."

"The next time I want to search all the things in your room, your pen and your cake, I have to take it away," Maxcilin said angrily. "I see how you mess up."

Bud thought for a moment and said very seriously: "I am not a weak mage. I can trigger an alarm with my nose."

Maxcilin: "..."

The warden couldn’t think of how to deal with this impeccable answer. He could only watch the abominable druid and slowly walked back to the bed, lying like an animal ready to hibernate. Go on, slowly cover the quilt, and it’s itching.

"You are wasting the money of the empire!" Maxiline finally couldn't help but shout. "Listen, I will report back to the General Administration of Security and the Office of the Government, and this loophole will soon be filled. You can't be here forever. Mix and drink!"

Bud’s voice came from the bed: “I believe in your responsibility, sir, but before that, I just wanted to take a good sleep.”

Maxlin finally left with anger, just like the previous two.

The heavy alloy gate was closed a little with the sound of the mechanical device, and the shelter area was quiet again. The buzzing sound of the drunken man in the adjacent cell was gradually lowered, and Badwindel was lying in bed. I glanced at my eyes and slowly closed my eyes.

For so many years, this is the only place where he can sleep peacefully.

Maxcilin ended his patrol of the entire prison and returned to the office with three points of anger.

As a knight apprentice, he participated in the first generation of Cecil Combat Regiment, experienced all territorial defense wars and the Southland integration war, and has adapted to the basic environment of “every ordinary person is working hard”. He cannot Understand why there is an extraordinary person who is willing to sink into that look.

A few minutes later, the prison officer picked up the paper and pen on the table and began to write a report.

Don't say anything else, at least try to get the Bad Windel out of the cell. Otherwise, according to the momentum that the guy can't take, he is afraid that he will stay in this prison for a longer time than his prison officer. !

......

"This is the latest report from Norris from the plain of the Holy Spirit, ancestor, please look over."

In Ceciy City, in Gao Wen’s study, Herti put a thick report on the desk and briefly described the contents of the report.

“Investigators sent by the Ministry of Agriculture and the Temporary Office of the Reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plains have entered the southern part of the fertile woodland and conducted rough statistics and assessments of the towns and farmlands along the way. The working group believes that the most polluted areas are still more north, and should be In the area of ​​Boulder and Sorinburg, and in the area currently found, more than 50% of the fields can be replanted in one year. Norris also emphasized that these reclaimed land is not only slightly polluted, but also The burning and recuperation of plants and trees may even be more fertile in the coming year."

"This is a rare good news," Gao Wen stretched his brow. "The crystal cluster pollution is prevented from being timely. The crystal dust and associated plague have not yet reached the soil too much. The land can be directly re-cultivated. The food crisis will solve most of the next year. It is."

“The key now is the ruin of infrastructure such as towns, roads, and water sources,” Herti nodded. “All the original residential areas were the most devastated areas of the giant clusters, and they were bombarded and burned thoroughly. The facilities were completely destroyed. It would be slow to rely on the organization of the Office of the Government to carry out reconstruction and then organize the population to move back. It would be very expensive and not even necessary to re-cultivate the farmland that has not been completely abandoned."

Gao Wenmo squatted on his chin and said thoughtfully: "...this is indeed a problem. The plain of the Holy Spirit is too big. Even if it is only in the eastern part of the plain, the area is almost half the southern..."

"Norris made a suggestion."

“Oh?” Gao Wen raised his eyebrows. “What advice?”

Heti slightly organized the language: "Norris encountered many returning victims in the less polluted areas, all fled the contaminated area, freed from our control, and finally heard that the war is over and wants to return to the homeland. The refugees, after inquiring, together with the rough statistics of the southern, western and eastern borders of the plains, these people may occupy about one tenth of the total population of the plain east, which is much more than we imagined."

Gao Wen blinked.

After the disaster, there were a large number of refugees who had left their homes and wandered in the plains of the Holy Spirit. This is what Gao Wen expected from the beginning. The “Cesil Order” is indeed efficient and rigorous, able to effectively manage the population and rescue the refugees, but only if it is to be spent. The cost has established an effective administrative structure, and the Holy Spirit Plain is not a southern environment. It is impossible to manage well by relying on the limited rescue and resettlement teams and the temporary government affairs department. This will inevitably lead to the emergence of a large number of refugees.

One tenth...

This number is shocking. The eastern part of the Plain of the Holy Spirit, once flourishing, is now truly ten-bedroom.

But at least there is still a room that is not empty.

"These rogues need to be resettled, and they are unorganized to wander in the polluted areas very dangerous. Norris suggested that we set up a 'joint reconstruction group', with the highest office of the government taking the lead, with the new recruiting corps and the official pioneering group as the core. Several reconstruction teams will then attract, gather, and recruit those displaced people through various channels. They will also encourage those who intend to return to their hometowns who have already settled in the field to join the team and come back to rebuild their homes...

"The displaced people only need the most basic survival guarantee, and we can not only give them survival guarantee, but also send them construction tools and provide guidance. Under the motivation of returning home and receiving land, the responders should be a lot. The experience of building a new Cecil will be used to organize a group of young registrars and newcomers to the Office of Administration. Together with the core construction team, the size of the reconstruction team will be sufficient to bring them more before they are completely abandoned. Take it back from the weeds and the jackals."

"Retrieving the land from weeds and jackals... This can be a good propaganda symbol," Gao Wen nodded. After being satisfied with the proposals, he was more pleased with the growth of government officials like Norris in these years. "Is Norris's plan here?"

Hetty nodded: "Yes."

"Then I will add that after the reconstruction of the town and social order, the reconstruction team can set up the government office on the spot and complete the construction and networking of transportation, communication, commerce."

The eastern part of the plain of the Holy Spirit is already a blank sheet of paper. Gao Wen will now cover it directly with the complete Cecil order. On the day of the reconstruction of the wasteland, the fertile land in the eastern plains of the Holy Spirit will become a piece of peace. The same "new soil" in the south, and this new land from the meteorite fortress from south to north, can directly connect to the old king of St. Sunil, or to the north, to the east...

The waste soil that was once burned out will eventually grow new sprouts, and the new flesh and blood after the decay of carrion will be healthier and stronger than before.

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