"Changing the magic environment is a big deal." At this moment, Light was still treating the patient, and did not hear the deep meaning of the old Mage's words. "The biggest difference between Gallop Plains and other places is the influence of Magic Turbulence. If it can really be improved, Human Race can survive here."
"Human Race could have survived here. Aren't you, me, and this camp just like Human Race living on the plains?"
"For them, they can only count as living." Light voluntarily came here to practice, which does not mean that he thinks this is a good environment. "One day Mana-Wielder outside can get a response from the great, then Human Race can really survive."
"Well" Mage didn't say anything, but he was saying in his heart that Human Race can actually live on the plains now, but every noble in the Human Empire has his own ideas, and they don't have the experience to take this place into account.
Old Mage stopped watching Ascetic Monk's treatment and walked outside the house. He wanted to go out and take a look.
When he reached the first floor, he passed by several salt-making rooms. Before he arrived, there were more than a dozen Salt-Boiling Pot in the room that had been placed here. Salt-Boiling Pot were all transported from the Human Race empire. Each pot had magic Rune on it. To allow the entire pot to be heated better, the magic Rune Tablet is laid on the stone bed under the pot. Every month, the tribes in the northeast will send coal, which is also produced on Gallop Plains. These fuels will be spread on the stone bed and heat Cooking Pot together with Magic Pattern Plate.
There are Magic Pattern Plate on the entire stone bed and Cooking Pot, which can better save fuel. When a big pot is almost dry, Barbarian and Mana-Wielder will transport the big pot to another stone room. The floor of this stone room is paved with heating Magic Pattern to dry out the last bit of moisture in the pot.
Gandalf walked to the door of the salt cooking room and happened to see a group of people transporting a large pot that had just been cooked. Because the height of the stone bed was flush with the ground and the fuel pool was dug out, it was very convenient for Cooking Pot to transport it.
During the transportation of the cauldron, at least 5 Mana-Wielder and 5 Mana-Less need to cooperate with each other. Mana-Wielder will use Iron Hook to hook the handle of the cauldron and pull the iron pot out of the stone bed. Mana-Less will ensure the stability of the cauldron.
Usually, with the cooperation of 10 people, Cooking Pot can be transported smoothly. However, even so, the transportation process is also the most dangerous process for salt workers. People often get burned or smashed during this time.
"Keep an eye on it, pull it slowly, don't let the mouth of the pot get crooked," commanded Mana-Wielder.
"Be careful"
"Hey, hey, hey." Suddenly one of the participants, Mana-Less, suddenly slipped and fell. He originally used a wooden stick to push against the side wall of Cooking Pot to ensure the stability of Cooking Pot. As soon as he slipped, Cooking Pot suddenly moved in his direction.
"Ah... ah..." Mana-Less, who fell, closed his eyes and shouted loudly, as if scalding hot salt had fallen on him. However, he struggled for a while and it seemed that he was not injured. So he opened his eyes and saw that the big salt pot had not fallen down.
It was Gandalf who used Mage Hand's magic to stabilize the cauldron. Everyone in the room looked at Gandalf in awe. Gandalf nodded to everyone and prepared to leave.
"What's going on? What's going on?" A voice shouted loudly outside the house, and a huge figure ran over.
The visitor rushed directly into the room where the salt was cooked and was relieved to see that everyone was fine.
"I have long said that the bottom of this pot should be repaired, otherwise it will fall too easily!" The speaker was a Barbarian. He had a typical build and height of Barbarian, but on his face, he had a beard that was rare for Barbarian.
"Kuryagan, can't you help repair it?" said Human Race Mana-Wielder who participated in the transportation.
"I think we don't have enough materials. This cauldron was not forged by Pig Iron. It was forged with a large amount of Mana-Conductive Metal. We can't repair it." The bearded Barbarian is called Kuryagan is the entire Salt Mine, and perhaps the only Barbarian Blacksmith in the entire Gallop Plains. He is almost 3 meters tall, with muscles as strong as steel, and his strength is even comparable to Senior Knight.
Kuryagan likes to stay in the salt-making room, likes to watch the big pot with Rune boiling salt, and likes to try out various crafts that are called iron arts in Landen's hometown.
Gandalf did not stay any longer, but continued to walk outside. When he arrived at the entrance of the cave, he saw a large amount of coarse salt fired in the workshop being put into sacks sent by Human Race. Driven by Barbarian, Mana-Wielder of Human Race was transporting these sacks filled with salt to a team of pack animals.
Gandalf looked at Barbarian with cold eyes and kept scolding Human Race Mana-Wielder. Suddenly the Barbarian supervisor saw Gandalf and quickly changed his face and ran over to please him.
"Master Mage? What are your orders?" In the Barbarian camp, strength is status. When ordinary Barbarian faces Mage and Ascetic Monk, they are full of smiling faces.
"Nothing, just take a look." Gandalf did not elaborate.
"Go, go, go to work." A voice came from behind the supervisor. It was Barbarian Chieftain of Southwest Camp, who was also the brother of Head Goose.
"Sir Mage, please don't mind if the people below are ignorant." Chieftain was very enthusiastic towards Mage, but he also had a vaguely defensive attitude.
"I remember, the last time Mr. Head Goose came was three months ago, right?"
"Oh? Has it been that long? It seems so, after all, there is an alliance now." Chieftain felt something was wrong, so he quickly brushed it off.
"Hasn't there been anyone in the camp lately?"
"Ah... come on, I've been here before, and I came here last night." Chieftain was sweating a little, and turned to look at the beast team. "You guys! Be gentle, don't break the bag!"
"Mage Grandpa, let me take care of something first." Chieftain laughed and ran away immediately.
Of course he just lied. No one has come to the camp outside for a long time. The last time anyone came was when Old Priest sent someone to inform him that a large number of cavalry would be removed from the camp to support Head Goose in the near future.
He, Old Priest and Head Goose are all very afraid of Gandalf. They know that if there is anyone in Salt Mine who can mobilize the entire Human Race to attack them, it must be Gandalf.
Therefore, they must hide the situation of Gandalf Gray Goose's southern invasion and the fact that his camp is currently empty of troops.
But what Head Goose really wanted him to hide was the secret of their journey south. Chieftain still remembered the conversation his brother had with him the last time he came to Salt Mine Camp.
"Are we going to open another Salt Mine well?"
"Yes, it is not just Human Race slave mining, but Grassland people must also participate."
"Why? Isn't that Lannia in charge now?"
"Okay! She takes care of things very well. Think about it, if there were no you and me in this camp, would Salt Mine's monthly salt be less?"
"Of course not"
"What if she's gone?"
"This... I'm afraid our Gray Goose will be in chaos, but... but all Human Race follow her arrangements."
"So I'm going south. Do you think I'm going south just to fight with that Bristle-Wolf?
No, I want to contain him, and then sweep his vassal's territory, so that I can get at least 7 or 80 Mana-Wielder. The two noble masters Dragon Kingdom Rothe and Gallop we are facing can also provide at least 50 Mana-Wielder."
"This is not enough"
"Of course, there are also the Mana-Wielder that I have sold to various small and medium-sized tribes over the years. Now that I am taking the young and old of their tribes with us Gray Goose to fight, their slaves must also be sold to us. This is another 100 people, and we still have 30 of our own."
"You... have you thought about it all?"
"Yes, over the years that Mage and that woman have turned the Human Race in the entire Salt Mine into a tribe. If there is no conflict between Human Race, they will have conflicts with us in the future.
Therefore, we must establish another Human Race camp that is not close to them and let them fight with each other. Only by allowing constant conflicts within Human Race can we sit back and relax."