Humans are very strange creatures. When the same group of people do the same thing, they can do it extremely procrastinate or be as efficient as it is shocking. The difference lies in whether they can exert their subjective initiative.

According to Roger's prediction, it would take several days to clear the forest covered by the soil, a thousand people. In his estimate, the fishmen in the Nushui River made a comeback, and the werewolves and other indigenous races in the mountains near the town came down the mountain to attack the town, and the forest was cleared at most half.

I never thought that things were not what I imagined.

One day, just one day later, most of the forest was cleared. The trees in the forest, the animals that were still ate, plants that could be used as food, and all kinds of useful things were moved to the town by energetic leaders.

Standing on the stone wall, Roger looked at the leaders who kept coming in and out. The latter was like hardworking ants, constantly moving in and out, moving in and out bit by bit, and seeing children from time to time among the transporters.

It can be seen that in order to build their own new home, those who have changed from refugees to leaders of the people will be moved, and those who can do things will be dispatched.

"All living beings."

I felt something in my heart, and Roger sighed.

It is said that the people are all living beings, but Roger himself is not the case, but his strength is stronger, he can stand higher and see the scenery farther away.

The leaders have burst out amazing energy for their new home and for a better future. So why am I?

Is it just for survival, just for fighting against enemies that will appear on an unknown day in the future?

Roger was a little confused.

Compared with those leaders who are full of energy for the future, Roger found that he actually did not have a clear idea of ​​his future.

Have you ever thought about how much you will do in the future?

How to achieve the goals you want to achieve, and are there any plans?

Roger couldn't answer.

It's time to think about it carefully.

"Sir, it's not good. Sir..."

McGrath ran over panting, and Roger frowned when he looked at it with panic.

"What's the panic?"

McGonagall, who didn't know that his evaluation in Roger's heart had dropped a little more, replied in a panic: "It's a fishman, there is a fishman in the river."

I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be a fishman.

It has been a few days since Roger cleared this river section of the fisherman, and it should be a new fisherman to move over to calculate the time. It is not surprising that McGonagall panicked out of fear of a fisherman that can eat people, but his timid and cowardly performance fell in Roger's eyes, which made him displeased.

He is timid and cowardly and has limited ability, so he is not likable to such a subordinate.

When he arrived at the stone wall facing the river bank, Roger saw fishmen passing by under the water of the Nushui River. From a scale, there were as many as hundreds of fishmen villages.

Fortunately, Roger thought of the water source when he was building this town, so he specially built several canals to connect the banks of the Nushui River, and set up several solid fences at the entrance of the canal, so no fishmen entered the town along the canal. Otherwise, once these fishmen entered the town... well, even if Roger came in, it would be impossible.

McGonagall lowered his voice and came up: "Everyone is moving things on the other side of the town, and those who stayed in the town are also busy working on their homes. No one knows yet."

Speaking of which, McGonagall was helpless. He was far inferior to Frey in terms of how to arrange personnel and how to improve work efficiency. So at the beginning, he and Frey were responsible for organizing the personnel to clean up the woods and transport materials. Now, Frey was responsible for the responsibility alone, and McGonagall was assigned another task by Roger.

"It's nothing that the leaders know. I can clean the fishman once and I can clean it up the second time."

Roger first gave McGonagall a reassurance and told him that your boss is strong and that he is not worth worrying about.

However, the next thing is the point.

"How many people have screened out?"

Since he discovered that Magnate's simple and crude management was no longer suitable for the people who were in love with him, Roger gave Frey the responsibility of managing the people. Of course, this does not mean that Magnate is useless. Based on the principle of using everything and using people and talents, Roger gave Magnate something he is good at.

Select people with good foundation from the leaders, and these people will be the town's future guards. If they perform well enough, officers will give priority to Roger's future army when he expands his territory.

Upon hearing this, McGonagall shrank his head and replied to Roger's question: "Sir, it's not that I don't do my best, but I'm really not in good health among the refugees. You also know that everyone is not having a good time. If you have enough food and hunger, even the best health will be useless."

Roger glared at him: "I asked how many people, don't talk to me about anything else."

He stretched his head and shrank his head. McGonagall knew that he couldn't get through after asking Roger, so he simply closed his eyes: "It's not that villains don't do their best. It's really none of these people who meet the standards. I can't fool you just to make up the numbers."

It’s really not that McGonagall didn’t want to pull people to make up the numbers. It was the power Roger showed before that scared him, and McGonagall didn’t dare to be foolish in front of Roger.

There is no one to fight!

Roger patted his forehead and looked at the sky speechlessly.

Even though he knew that the refugees were in poor health, he didn't expect that they would be so bad. There was not even a qualified one among the thousands of people. He could imagine what kind of life they had lived before. No wonder they burst out with such amazing enthusiasm after Roger gave them some hope.

What should I do if the leader cannot elect a suitable soldier?

I can't let me create it myself. The soldiers are living people, not elemental creatures like the purple gold warrior. I...hey, wait!

Roger's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something.

I remember that during the six months he spent in the Baron's Mansion as Roger Vernon, he received a lot of information about the world in his conversation with Cthun, including those known to the public and many unknown to the public.

If I remember correctly, Cthun once told me when referring to the species in this world that the Titans of the Pantheon used this world as their laboratory for a while after defeating the ancient gods and sealing them, and created earth spirits based on themselves when they left.

With the departure of the Titan, the ancient god was sealed again. After the four elements lords were expelled, they had not found a way to come back. If there were no accidents, the earth spirit would become the ruler of the world.

However, in order to retaliate against Titan, the ancient gods such as Cthun forced trouble, and the sealed ancient god cursed the entire world with incomparable resentment. The earth spirits that could not resist the curse of the ancient god were inevitably affected. Their bodies made of rocks began to soften and slowly turned into warm flesh and blood. The flesh and blood creatures appeared in this world, and the curse initiated by the ancient gods was also called the flesh and blood curse.

It seems that I will be able to curse the flesh and blood.

Roger rubbed his chin and had an idea in his mind.
Chapter completed!