Before you know it, Wood has been living in Pyroxene for a week. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

During the week, he observed a lot, and learned a lot about this small town called "Northland Hope" by the Federation, and also learned a little about its governance ideas and various key technologies.

In the case of a spy's job, he did it well.

But he didn't have any pride or pride, but was full of deep worry.

The reason why Pyroxene Town was able to develop from a dilapidated border town to a paradise in less than three years?

In his view, the key is nothing more than two points.

The first is open source, and the second is throttling.

Open source is to actively find a source of income for the town. The two most critical sources of income here are the negative energy essence refining from the underground farm, and several medicinal herb fields outside the village. The former can produce low-grade magic materials, and through methods that he has not yet been able to access, they can be transformed into a variety of valuable resources, which are quite popular in the international magic materials market, and the latter are important consumer goods, although the price is not expensive, but the market demand for them is simply endless, and there is no worry about selling them at all.

With these two key revenues, the various policies in the town can be supported. For example, "beautifying the living environment" - he never thought that a small town would take the environment so seriously. The town's billboard has a picture scroll of the town's scenes drawn by a powerful painter over the past few years, and the picture scroll enhanced by magic is extremely tough and can be flipped through casually, allowing people to look back on the history of the town's development.

Judging from the picture scroll, when Mayor Ferex first arrived, the town of Pyroxene was actually dilapidated to the extreme, the ground was full of potholes and gravel, starvation and feces could be seen everywhere, frozen like stones by the severe cold, and the houses were in a dilapidated state, as if they were about to collapse when the wind blew.

But only three months later, when spring came, the houses in the town had been repaired, and the large and small wooden houses were like patches but patched clothes, and you could see a little green smoke coming out of the kang under the house.

By the autumn of that year, the town's roads had been repaired, and the foundation was made of crushed stones, which were poured into the gaps of the gravel with crushed stone powder, and then rammed as they watered. The result is a smooth and comfortable road surface, although slightly inferior to the full strip of stone.

Moreover, the square in the center of the town has also been decorated and celebrated, and a few villagers are happily decorating the celebration venue in obviously newly made clothes.

In the spring of the following year, many of the town's houses began to be renovated. Although the old houses that have been repaired are still usable, some of them are either too old or of poor quality, so the villagers tear down the dilapidated houses, and the owners of the houses temporarily move into the mayor's office. The people in the picture who have become strong and energetic are not afraid of the cold at all, and work in an orderly manner. At the door of the mayor's office, an old man was smiling at the construction site, and two women were preparing meals in a large pot.

The following autumn celebration was quite grandiose, and the picture scroll depicted the scene at night, and although it was completely dark, the square in the center of the town was filled with celebratory crowds. A few young spellcasters kept the inhabitants a little farther away, then cast spells towards the sky, acting as fireworks. The glow of spell explosions dotted the night sky. The bonfire reflects the smiling faces of the people, their faces full of happiness and joy, and full of anticipation for the future.

Wood noticed that the town on this map already had a lot of greenery, and the work of expelling the erosion of negative energy should have been completed during this time.

The last picture scroll was completed not long ago. The town held a small ceremony to celebrate the birthdays of several elderly people. Those old people who should have been depressed and loveless elsewhere laughed so that the wrinkles on their faces seemed to be blooming. Around the square, on both sides of the road, there are many more trees. The emerald green leaves sparkle in the sunlight and look like precious emeralds.

There is another bird's-eye view of the town attached to this scroll, which shows that the town already has beautiful walls, vegetable fields, and medicine fields, and only the construction site that produces the essence of negative energy is blank, and the painter has drawn a smiling face in its place, with the words "This is a secret" written on it.

Comparing these five picture scrolls, Wood was very emotional.

He could see that the income of this town was indeed not low. But more importantly, the mayor is willing to spend money.

Isn't there less high-income areas? Not at all? In the Federation alone, there are many towns with multiple stable industries, and he bets that many of them will definitely not have the same income as Pyroxene.

But those towns are completely incomparable to the town of Pyroxene, and the lords who rule the towns, as well as the powerful people who control the various income items, are all trying to make money, but if they want them to pay to improve the conditions and people's livelihood in the town, then they must not. So while the income level may be a notch, the situation in the town is very different.

And this is the second reason why Wood concludes.

Throttling.

For a territory, no matter how high the income is, if it is completely looted by the ruler, and only occasionally leaks out of the fingers, then no matter how high the income is, it is meaningless.

One of the key points is that Mayor Ferex doesn't care about income at all.

The beautiful mage had reinvested almost all of the town's income in its construction, while her own property, such as the school of magic, had been built entirely with her own money, without spending a single copper plate.

"Public money" is a word that the residents of Pyroxene often use when chatting in the tavern, and the source is the mayor himself. She had said more than once that she was the leader of the town, but not the owner. This town belongs to all.

Such words were vaguely familiar to Wood, and he recalled them carefully for a long time, and finally remembered that they were the words of Master Lamperous, the founder of the Federation.

"Over the years, I have seen many cruel and inhumane rulers. As a mage, as a person who has witnessed history, I don't think it's the right thing to do. So I'm going to build a country where people rule by themselves, and the rulers just watch. In this country, powerful spellcasters are the guardians of towns and villages, but they do not own the lands and the various industries on them, and we are not lords. ”

"I thought it was a good thing to do this, because the casters were too busy with their research to waste any time on looting the wealth of the people or indulging their desires. I believe that over time, this plateau, located at the southernmost tip of the mainland, will surely become a paradise that the people of the entire continent yearn for!"

Thousands of years have passed since then. However, the Federation has not been able to become a paradise for the common people, only a sacred place for spellcasters.

Thinking of the mood when I read that passage in the book, and comparing what I saw and heard during this time, Wood, who could have said that he would sleep and wake up, had insomnia.

He thought about it for a long time, but he felt that he had gained nothing.

He knew that the situation of the Federation was wrong, and he knew that what Pyrene Town was doing was the right thing, but both reason and intuition told him that Pyroxene Town's approach could not be universalized.

The Federation's top brass is indeed knowledgeable, and they have noticed the situation in Pyroxene Town and sent him, an ace spy, to learn the details of the situation. In order to help the administration of the federation and promote the progress of the federation.

But...... Can the experience here really help the Federation?

He was skeptical.

In order to conceal his identity, he did not hesitate to let the summoned witch almost completely drain his strength that was close to that of a high-level ranger, and turned him into an ordinary person who could only be called athletic. In order to deceive the detection spell, a high-ranking mage of the Federation who has found the path of legend stepped forward and presided over a whole set of plans to hide from the world and make sure that everything he said was "true".

All of this has come at a huge cost.

But can it really be rewarded?

He was worried.

With these doubts and worries, he couldn't sleep, and when he went to work the next day, he had some dark circles under his eyes.

"You have to be careful!" In the carpenter's workshop, the old foreman in charge of supervision and management looked at his tired appearance and asked worriedly, "Are you not feeling well? If you are not feeling well, you should see a doctor." Let's go to the magic school, where there are doctors who know how to herbalism, or go to the temple......"

Wood shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

"It's all right! Look at you, your eyes are a little drifting!" the old foreman patted him on the shoulder very dissatisfied, and as a result, his hand slipped slightly, and the sharp carpenter's tool rubbed against his leg, and immediately a wound was drawn, and blood flowed.

The old foreman was startled, and immediately rushed to the large cabinet at the door of the workshop, and took out a wooden box with a red cross on a white background from inside, and opened the wooden box, which contained several commonly used medicines, all of which had already been concocted, wrapped in oiled paper of different colors, and clean bandages, and the usefulness was clear at a glance.

The old foreman was apparently specially trained, and he was dressed and bandaged with unusual ease. And the carpenters also stopped what they were doing and came to help. After the initial treatment of his wounds was completed, they brought him a stretcher next to the cabinet and forced him to lie down, and then carried him to the temple in a hurry.

The priest of the temple inquired about the situation, and then gave him medicine that could heal his body and replenish the loss of flesh and blood, and then opened the wound, and after careful examination, he made sure that there were no wood chips and iron filings left, so he washed the wound with holy water, and then cast a low-level healing spell on him, so that the wound recovered a little and no longer bled like that. Finally, he re-medicated, bandaged it, and let him recuperate.

"Can't it be completely cured?" Wood asked, puzzled.

"Ordinary healing spells are actually overdrawing your life force, and I won't use advanced ones. The priest smiled and said, "The treatment is enough to this extent, and the rest can slowly recover on its own." ”

"But this affects my work......"

When he said this, the pastor and his co-workers laughed.

"Don't worry! You are injured at work, not only will all medical expenses be borne by the town, but your salary will still be paid until you recover from your injuries. ”

After saying that, everyone carried him back to the stretcher and carried him home.

Inside the temple, the priest smiled and cleaned up the blood.

He put away the blood-stained bandages and discarded medicine, washed the floor with clean water, and wanted to rest after doing everything, but suddenly froze.

(Oh no!!) Why is the carpenter's wound ...... Recovery is much slower than the average person?How can healing spells work so badly on him?) )