Amber's mouth was in a random state of underpumping and extreme underpumping as always, if it had been in the usual way, Gawain would have been carrying the Pioneer Sword and preparing to slap it against the wall, but this time, he didn't talk to Amber.

Because he's in a really good mood.

He was even in the mood to discuss some more serious questions with Amber: "Do you know how valuable that magic circle is?" ”

"How much is it worth?" Amber blinked, and in all fairness, the half-elf lady was quite confident in her magical attainments - she believed that she didn't know anything about the relevant field, so she wasn't embarrassed to admit it, "I can't even understand how many magic runes are used on it, how do I know how valuable it is......"

Gao Wen really didn't expect the other party to be so honest, and he almost choked to death, but he had experienced the Internet era in his previous life, and even the poorest people had seen it, so he quickly adjusted his mentality: "Then let me ask you in another way - if magic becomes something that everyone can use, or everyone can 'borrow', how valuable do you say this technology can be?" ”

Amber was stunned for a moment, and after half a minute she said in disbelief, "You mean...... That magic circle can turn everyone into a magician? You can't be too much sun watching in the past two days, right? ”

Gawain didn't pay attention to the under-parts of the other party's words, but shook his head in a good mood: "Of course, it can't turn everyone into a magician, but it has the potential to expose everyone to the transcendent realm. I guess Hetty probably didn't really realize the significance of that circle, it was not just as simple as 'a crappy spellcaster assembled a large circle with basic runes', its greatest significance was a breakthrough, a breakthrough in 'universal, universal, and easy to use'. In order to allow his daughter, who had no magical talents, to receive mana, the wild mage made the self-charging circle provide a constant and adjustable mana output to any mana draining unit, but before that...... No of the great magicians in the world have any concept of this, because those great magicians have always done this process with their own hands. ”

Amber felt a little confused about Gawain's train of thought: "Isn't it more powerful than that wild mage who has to use a huge magic circle to achieve a similar goal?" ”

Gawain looked into Amber's eyes: "The mountain ape can easily smash a brown bear's head with a slap, but humans need a warhammer to do the same thing, which do you think is more powerful?" ”

Amber: "...... Huh? ”

Instead of ignoring Amber, who was in shock and thought, Gawain stood up and came to the tent door.

The treasure left behind by the nameless mage included not only a magic array, but also a large number of research records he left in his notebook, as a "weakling" who was extremely limited in his ability to cast spells, he had to use calculations and advanced ideas to make up for his shortcomings, and his research notes left the shadow of this everywhere, Gawain was deeply surprised when he saw those things for the first time, he didn't even believe that those things could be left by a person living in the obscurantist and oppressive Middle Ages.

Automatic operation, compatible transmission interfaces, "fool-proof" external control, rune arrangement rules based on geometry, rune simplification formulas......

Without an open vision from another world, and from the point of view of most people in this world, these "clumsy struggles" would have been swept into the dust, because any mid-level spellcaster would be able to skip the steps recorded in the Wild Mage's notes with a variety of super-magical skills—they had no idea of the fanciful idea of "allowing inferior people who don't know magic or have low magical talent to control their magical powers".

The great magicians who wield fire and thunder on their own might be something to fear, but in Gawain's view, it wasn't until the day when a crappy wild mage stripped magic from his "personal gift" as a tool and freed his hands that this mysterious and powerful skill was truly elevated – it turned from a fist into a club.

It's like the first time a human shackles a stone to a wooden stick and uses this rough war hammer to kill a beast that is several times more powerful than himself, it is a leap.

Unfortunately, thousands of years have passed in this world, and humans are still making war hammers.

Gawain felt it was time for him to equip this warhammer with a rocket booster......

Putting aside Rebecca, who was holding the original map of the magic array to study how to construct it, on the third day when a large number of manpower were finally in place, the reclamation of Cecil's open land was officially launched.

Food, clothing, shelter and transportation, food is the foundation of survival, no matter how many grand plans in Gawain's mind are based on the multi-willow steamed steel and rocket booster power hammer, he must first ensure that the stomachs of the people in the territory are full.

When he was in Tanzanian Town, he had purchased enough food, and the king also promised the supply of food and cloth in the early years of the territory, but these were only for temporary purposes, and if you want to survive for a long time, self-sufficiency is necessary - although it is not impossible to use the resources produced by the mine to buy food from nearby lords, but as a pioneer who crossed over from the Celestial Empire, Gawain has the obsessive-compulsive disorder that most Celestial Empire people have-

Lack of food, panic, obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Open up the wasteland! Farming! After arriving at the place, you dare to sleep without opening ten acres of land first? If you don't open two vegetable gardens behind the base, you are embarrassed to say that you have a firm foothold? Since ancient times, there is only one criterion for expanding territory and living for a long time - that is, to reclaim a field!

Of course, it's normal to have this thought, but in this world where supernatural powers exist, Gawain is well aware that he still has a lot to learn.

A very simple truth - after knowing that the humans of this world can make iron with the power of runes and using straw as fuel, who dares to guarantee that a pile of manure can compare to the local primitive technology?

What's more, without being sure of the basic rules of this world, Gawain is not sure how much of the knowledge of the earth he has memorized in his head can be effective here, what if the microbial activities in this world are not in accordance with the Basic Law......

But regardless of these details, the basic idea of wanting to settle down and farming first is always good.

Gawain had come to the place where the wasteland had been reclaimed, and everything was still in a very basic stage—Rebecca had taken the time to make a trip yesterday and had placed a large fireball on the weedy and bushy wasteland for half a day to complete a perfect burn, and today the serfs began to plough the land deeply, so that the fertilizing plant ash could be turned into the soil, and by the way the stones mixed with the land.

Gawain was pleased to see that the system he had ordered in advance was also carried out here—a wooden sign was inserted every hundred paces on the vast wasteland, dividing the entire reclamation area into many even plots, within which the laborers worked, and several groups of people moving between the plots in preparation for the digging of the ditches. At the edge of the reclamation area, a temporary wooden shed was erected, and Hetty and a few men stayed there, responsible for recording the progress of the work, and registering the hand-picked up and returned tools by each group.

At the same time, there was a large cauldron stove in the wooden shed, and the lunch of the reclaimers was also solved near the shed.

The people who worked were already surprised by Gawain's appearance - this "somewhat strange aristocratic lord" always liked to wander around the noisy and chaotic construction sites, and would talk to the mud-legged people, which made many people nervous and uneasy at first, but now......

The nervousness was still there, but the uneasiness subsided a lot, especially after Gawain fulfilled his two immediate promises that "all serious workers will have enough to eat" and "those who work extra hard will have meat to eat", and the commoners and serfs in the territory have gained a lot of trust and closeness to this new lord who keeps his promise and has a great reputation.

Gawain walked all the way through the busy labor site to the wooden shed on the edge of the field, and beside Hetty stood a dark-skinned peasant-like man, and the two were exchanging something with a serious face, while Philip Knight was on guard.

Gawain's nearly two-meter block had a full sense of presence, as soon as he approached, Hetty looked up and stood up, while the farmer with his back to him turned around, and saw that it was the lord lord, he hurriedly bent down and bowed: "Lord lord......"

"Don't be nervous," Gawain waved his hand, "I'm just here to see what's going on." ”

Then he looked at the man who looked like a farmer, but was discussing with Hetty: "Are you an expert in farming?" ”

"Expert" and "scholar" are the same words in the lingua franca of the Loren Continent, and when the farmer heard Gawain call him so, he immediately waved his hands nervously and fearfully: "How can I compare to those profound big men...... I'm just a farmer......"

"His name is Norris," Hetty said, "and he is a farmer in the territory, and he is very good at farming, and I was looking for someone to ask about the cultivation of the land, and I found him." ”

Gawain looked Norris up and down, a typical medieval peasant, dark-skinned, emaciated, with thick hands and feet, with a humble expression on his face, he looked about forty or fifty years old, or older, but Gawain was not sure of his true age - heavy labor and malnutrition made every civilian on the continent of Loren age prematurely, although the humans of this world have longer lifespans than earthlings in healthy conditions, The average age of the aristocracy has reached 100 to 150 years old (without the use of magic and other external forces to prolong life), but in reality 90% of the world's population is unhealthy, and many laborers are already old in their twenties.

The civilians in Cecil's territory can at least survive and live longer than the civilians in other territories, but the premature aging caused by labor is still unavoidable.

The farmer named Norris turned his neck a little nervously under Gawain's gaze and smiled humbly.

But it was such a humble smile that made Gao Wen slightly stunned.

How long has it been since he has seen a smile on the faces of the poor people of this world?