"Your Highness, how high and wide do you plan to build this wall?"

"At least fifteen feet high and six feet wide, it can be used for four people to walk side by side," Roland nodded secretly. The professional ones are different. First, ask for technical parameters first, and then determine the construction plan.

"Then it needs to dig a trench one person deep to stabilize the upper wall, and the top is six feet wide and the wall is fifteen feet high, the lower width will be at least doubled," Carl replied quickly, "In this way, digging trench alone will consume a lot of manpower. Your Highness, if you can give me one hundred and fifty people, I should be able to dig this trench before the Demon Moon arrives."

"A ditch cannot stop the evil beasts," Roland refused to comment.

"That's true. If the upper part of the city wall is built with stone, it will take three years. If it is just to block the evil beasts, the city wall can be less high, about twelve feet, and the width can be reduced by one third, and the bottom can be reduced to six feet. Digging trenches and building walls at the same time, increasing the number of people by 200... In this way, I can complete it before the arrival of the Demon Month next year."

Carl paused and continued, "Please be honest, Your Highness, now is not a good time to start construction. If the wall is not built in time, even if the trench is dug, it will lose its original function after being soaked in the rain and snow throughout the winter. In this way, you will have to spend more time and manpower to clean the softened trench and deepen the depth of excavation again."

"If you said, the wall is twelve feet high and four feet wide, how long does it take to dig the trench?"

"It should take a month and a half," Carl replied.

"Then follow this plan, digging troughs and masonry are carried out at the same time, and built before the Demon Moon arrives." Roland waved his hand and interrupted what Carl wanted to say, "I know what you are worried about, first take a look at this, the latest work from the Grayburg Alchemy Workshop."

Naturally, he had no time to stick stone bricks to show the stonemason, but he dragged out the two sticky pieces to show them. Fortunately, almost no one dared to question the prince's words. When Carl heard that this alchemy adhesive, known as cement, could be converted from liquid to solid between day and night, and produced extremely high adhesion, he showed an incredible shock on his face.

After devoting his first half of his life to the stonemason, he naturally realized how great this invention is. In addition to bonding stones, it is more important that it can also shape the body at will. Isn’t this equivalent to having any shape of stone without secondary cutting and polishing? It can abandon the time-consuming and laborious processing stage, and the speed of any building will be raised to a new level. This alone is exciting enough!

Roland looked at the other person's expression with satisfaction and asked again, "How about it, do you think three months are enough?"

Carl Vanbert's voice trembled, "If you're right, no, I mean... if the Alchemist Workshop's description of this thing is correct, I...I'm willing to give it a try."

"Very good. I will have someone write a detailed information for you. If you have any other needs, I will talk to my assistant minister," Roland smiled. "Mr. Carl, now you are a member of the Executive Office."

I saw Nanava myself the next afternoon. The little girl looked at Anna blankly, grabbed the corner of her clothes for a long time before she could put on a sentence, "Am I... dead?"

When he first saw her, Roland had to admit that the power of witches not only gave them magical abilities, but also changed their appearance and temperament to some extent. She and Anna are completely different types, but both contain a unique charm. This feeling has nothing to do with age or life. Even when Anna is waiting for death in prison, the light emitted remains undiminished. Looking through the whole memory, he has never felt this way, whether it is the street warbler in Gray Castle or the very well-educated noble lady. If you have to describe it, putting them with the witch is like a colorful figure appearing in black and white photos.

Carl Vanbert, who brought her, took her back tactfully, leaving only Roland, Anna and Nanava in the palace garden.

"You are not dead, and Anna is alive," Roland held back her smile, "I am the fourth prince Roland. Wimbledon, and you are—"

"I'm Nanava Pine," the little girl heard that she was not dead, and her expression came back to life. She ran straight to Anna, chattering and saying something to her, completely ignoring Roland's identity as the prince of Graycastle. Roland naturally would not care about a girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old. He sat down against the round table, poured himself ale, and admired the "daily life" of the two witches.

Anna was obviously a little uncomfortable with the other person's familiarity. Nanava said more than a dozen words before she responded. After all, Anna was only seventeen years old, but she already had the feeling of an older sister. Roland couldn't help but wonder how outstanding she would become when she grew up?

It was not until Nanava's speech slowed down that he coughed twice and asked, "Miss Pine, listen to your teacher, have you awakened as a witch?"

Compared to the "fall" as a witch that most people say, Roland prefers the word "awakening". He will not naively think that all witches are pure and flawless white paper, and those with malicious intentions will only cause greater damage after gaining power. This is like weapons, which can create violence or resist violence. The key depends on who the weapon is in. Perhaps the witch slaughter incident promoted by the church has factual basis, but it is too unfair to regard this as a proof of the witch group.

Nanava's expression froze and she asked in a low voice, "Will you hang me?"

"No, of course not, those who go on the gallows are all unforgivable criminals. You are not, and neither is Miss Anna, so don't worry about this."

She took a breath and nodded, "I'm not sure... The teacher said that the witch had the power of evil devils after being lured by the devil. Yes, but I haven't seen the devil before?"

“When did you find yourself unique?”

"About a week ago," Nanava muttered, "I saw a bird breaking its leg and wanted to help it. Then... I felt something running out of my hands."

"Something ran out?" Roland asked, "What's next?"

"Well... it suddenly surrounded the bird, like a ball of sticky water," Nanawa thought about it with her head tilted, "and then the bird's legs will be fine."

Could her power be of healing type? Roland's heart thumped, and he knew very well what this ability meant - in an era where there was no antibiotics, no modern medicine, and when trauma and infection were likely to die directly, it was equivalent to having more lives to heal the wound quickly. This ability has little effect on promoting the progress of the entire civilization, but it is amazing for individual lives.
Chapter completed!