The warm spring sun rose high in the sky, shining down on everyone with a father's stern warmth, while a gentle breeze, like a mother, brushed over their bodies. The children of this land had been dancing with nature for more than a month, and the children of Kasaen City were about to join this big family.
On the military camp's parade ground, the four-man group lined up with everyone else, ready to be assigned to teams, receive their tasks, and collect their tools.
The Principality of Olexian had originally been a military principality, with a complete military-industrial supply chain.
After the Heir War ended, its military industries began to upgrade, and with deliberate encouragement from the higher-ups, tools were among the products whose production was subsidized.
Good tools were essential for getting work done.
This special city of slaves had a population that was more than half slaves. Now that the slaves had been freed, it had an abundant labor force.
With Gedell's influence as Propaganda Minister, getting hold of some tools was a breeze.
As for transportation, no railroad tracks had been laid, of course, but they could solve the problem by using a large number of wagons.
"Here, yours."
"Thank you, sir."
The four-man group had received their tools during the uprising, and followed the others to the land that needed to be cleared and cultivated.
It was a patch of weedy land and forest outside the city.
It had once been Agrippa's private hunting grounds, but now it was about to be turned into farmland.
Rick looked at the work permit in his hand. It was made of wood and had a number on it. It also served as proof of identity, and he'd heard that it had a magical mark to prevent counterfeiting.
Though Rick