When Sylutia returned to the Woodland, Mage Alliance was also carrying out large-scale land reclamation. This time they received the assistance of the Woodland Alliance's horticulturist, and their grain output could be increased by about 70% compared to the past.
"If it were not Season of Sinking Fog but a sunny season, the yield could be increased even more." A the Woodland horticulturist said proudly.
Under the gray stratus clouds, many residents of the town walked out of the city gate carrying tools. The wilderness outside was a piece of newly plowed land.
Although machinery has completed most of the work, some detailed work still requires people to finish it.
Under the canopy, these residents were organized, walked to different areas, and began to work.
Due to the shortage of food, Mage Alliance has now implemented food control. Many people who cannot afford high-priced commodity food can only work to exchange for a day's food.
On the city wall, several Mage and scholars stood side by side, looking at the land full of cultivated fields, and then discussed the results of this farming.
"If everything goes well, the food produced in these fields should be able to roughly meet the needs of the residents in the city." Mage said with some relief.
"I hope so." The other Mage nodded, but was still a little worried.
Now it is only the first year of Season of Sinking Fog, so the decline of sunlight is not too dramatic. In a few years, it will be hard to say.
The lack of sunshine will not only reduce food production, but also cause the temperature to drop significantly. Many people may be frozen by then, which will be another test.
Mage Alliance North·Woze District The cold air current swept through this area, the city was shrouded in frost and snow, a lot of dirty snow accumulated on the streets, most pedestrians were depressed, and the atmosphere of the city was gloomy.
"When will this damn weather end?" In the tavern, a craftsman with bare arms hammered his fist on the table to vent his dissatisfaction.
"It's June now! It's June! The snow on the ground hasn't melted yet, how are we going to live like this?" He muttered, still holding the wine glass in one hand, and then he drank it full mouthful, making a gurgling sound.
"Okay, stop complaining. You can still live anyway. Look at the workers on the street, many of them have died of cold and starvation." His companion patted him on the shoulder and asked him to calm down for a while.
"Huh." Putting down the wine glass, the craftsman with exposed arms put down the wine glass, his eyes were bloodshot, he glanced at the people around him, and then he let out a heavy breathing sound, like a wild beast about to go crazy.
At this time, the door of the tavern opened, and a figure wearing an old cloak walked in, bringing the wind and snow outside.
Everyone looked over and found that this was a young man in his early thirties, Mage, with some fine snow falling on his hair--
grains.
"Oh, it's Rogers, why haven't you had any work recently?" an acquaintance in the tavern teased.
"Indeed, there hasn't been much work lately." Rogers came to the bar and sat down at the front desk and ordered a glass of wine.
"No, I remember that you are a third-level Mage. You are a more formal one, not a Mage from a wild background. Why don't you have a job now?" Someone was curious.
"Actually, the ruins were recently excavated. They are currently in the unearthing stage. The scholars asked us not to approach easily so that they could carefully remove the corrupted and damaged things."
"So, we, the accompanying auxiliary personnel, took a vacation." Rogers picked up the wine glass, shook it, and drank it.
Hearing his explanation, everyone present looked envious. You must know that Rogers is currently joining the archaeological team officially funded by the Alliance. Even if they are only peripheral employees, the salary is better than that of many jobs. The important thing is that they can also receive a batch of food supplies every week. Those high-quality foods are not dry bread and moldy things, but top-quality goods that can be served on the tables of nobles.
Nowadays, not only Woze District but also Mage Alliance, the price of food in various places has skyrocketed. Being able to eat well every day is definitely an act that will be envied by others.
Faced with everyone's admiration, flattery, and inquiries, Rogers just smiled and didn't say anything more. He took the wine glass, tasted it slowly, and then looked at the palm of his hand. A black reflective obsidian slowly floated up, and then turned, reflecting the dark and shiny brilliance.
Obsidian Furnace" This is his condensed Core Card, which can gain an increase when casting obsidian-related spells, and there are explosion-related spells among them. Since the obsidian spells use different explosions than explosives, he can control the power more accurately. Finally, this ability was favored by the archaeological team.
I am really lucky, Rogers put away the obsidian, and then remembered the scene when I got Obsidian Grimoire" from the unknown girl many years ago.
Speaking of which, he went to Brennur many times, but never heard about Griffin School". He only got some information from the Dusty Gale" organization, and they seemed to have met the short-lived girl.
After obtaining "Obsidian Grimoire", he spent several years accumulating resources, and finally completed the promotion three years ago. With the strength of the third level, his life not only greatly improved, but he could also use the gold coins he earned to purchase many books and courses to make up for the foundation he had previously fallen behind.
After three years of this, even though he has never been to Three Great Districts for education, his basic skills are not much different from those of Mage who were born in those places.
If you work harder, maybe in a few years you can apply for a peripheral organization of a certain school and obtain relevant advanced secrets and knowledge, Rogers secretly made up his mind.
A week later, the ruins in the Woze District wilderness were finally excavated. Rogers watched those Mage and the scholars carefully pack the cultural relics, and then collect and organize the information.
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"Is it considered finished?" he asked his companion curiously.
"Almost, the part here is over, but I heard from those scholars that there are more clues in interpreting the things they found in the ruins. We may go to more remote places in the future."
"Well, it doesn't matter if it's hard work, the important thing is that there is work to do." Rogers sighed.
"Who says it isn't?" My companion also nodded.
"A former classmate of mine is also unemployed now. It is said that due to the poor economy, some workshops have stopped working, especially those in the luxury goods industry."
"The most popular ones now are probably the workshops and institutions that supply Woodland Alliance. The Alliance officials have placed a lot of orders with them to exchange food crops with the Woodland."
"I even heard that they are going to expand their workshop recently because the demand from the Woodland is also gradually increasing."
"This is a good thing." Rogers couldn't help but say.
The two of them started talking about the current work, then the current economy, then the specialties of the Woodland Alliance, then they talked about whether Witch are all beautiful, and finally they talked about the present, because those archaeological scholars and Mage called it a day.
Rogers noticed that the page held in the hand of a scholar fell down, with a snake head pattern sketched on it. When he looked closely, it seemed that the snake was not the giant snake holding up the continent, but an extremely vicious and cunning one Two-Headed Serpent".
Twin Snake Cult's ruins? Rogers had this thought in his mind, and then left with his companions.