If a worker wants to do his job, he must first sharpen his tools.

O'Faryl obviously didn't know the saying, but she used another proverb to express her thoughts.

A solid foundation is the only ladder to success.

Whatever Yuren wanted to do, it was necessary to make the castle work, and it was the biggest problem in front of everyone.

There is a shortage of manpower, a shortage of funds, and no good financial resources. And after a brief investigation, Ofaril came to the same opinion as Yuren.

"The castle was designed purely for military purposes. ”

The girl stared at the dilapidated map in front of her with a little helplessness.

"As you said, there are no transport or trade conditions here. ”

"Exactly. ”

Yulian nodded, and at the same time glanced at the empty teacup beside Ofariel, after being resurrected and having a body, as if to make up for the years she had lost, the former princess had spared no effort in enjoying the food, and now she had drunk sixteen cups of black tea, but she still had no intention of being satisfied, but then again, it was originally a pleasant thing for nobles to taste tea. And judging by the movements of Her Royal Highness the Princess, she was really well-educated, her movements were graceful and slow, and she already had the steady bearing of the aristocratic "Mount Tai collapsed before and her color remained unchanged" -- if we did not consider the fact that she had already drunk a pot of tea in half an hour.

After all, Ofariel's body is made of magic, so it doesn't have the same digestive and excretory functions as the human body, and there is no need to worry about what shouldn't happen to this noble lady because she has eaten too much or drunk too much. When it enters the body, those foods are also dissolved by the magic, digested, and transformed into a part of the magic, but ......... There is a limit to everything, doesn't it?

"We need manpower, and for manpower, we need a lot of financial help. ”

O'Faryl raised her head, stretched out her hand, and filled her teacup with black tea gracefully and gently, before speaking.

This is the seventeenth cup.

"If you have private money or a small coffer, I don't think it's a difficult problem to solve. ”

Yuren reached out and took the teapot from Offariel's side.

Ofariel blinked, not responding to the obvious joke, in fact, Ofariel didn't know much about the young man in front of him. Although Yuren introduced himself as a descendant of a fallen nobleman, his experience proved it. However, O'Faryl still thinks that the other party must be more than just a fallen nobleman. Take the previous incident as an example, in Ofariel's memory, even those palace mages had never performed such a powerful ** technique that was enough to materialize the soul, but Yulian could not only cast it, but also handled it very easily. Offariel was not a mage, but even a normal person could understand how unimaginable it was to give a wandering soul body. Even the Church of Holy Grace has never seen such a thing, and in their holy books the resurrection of the dead is already the highest miracle, and what Eulian has done is undoubtedly even higher than the resurrection of the dead.

But, as Yuren said, he was not a mage, and in the entire castle, Offariel had not found anything related to spells, no magic circles, no robes, no spell books, no magic minions, and all the things she had ever seen on royal mages.

However, the girl was instinctively skeptical of Yuren's statement that he introduced himself as a knight. You know, knights are very honorable, if the young man in front of him is really a knight, then he should have already entered the core of the royal family, instead of fending for himself in this kind of broken place where birds don't lay eggs, and judging from Yulian's description, those big nobles simply treat him as a waste product that doesn't live long, which is undoubtedly not in line with the identity of a knight.

But looking at Yuren's words that were not smug, proud, and plain, Ofaril could not connect him with ordinary teenagers who only knew that they dreamed out of thin air and fantasized that they were knights, because even those men who fantasized that they were knights would speak in a tone full of longing and pride. But Julien's tone was soft, gentle, so flat that he seemed to be merely stating a fact, not an illusion or delusion.

Could it be that he is...............

O'Faryl shook his head, putting aside the strange and unbelievable judgment in his head, and then offered his own proposal.

"My lord, why don't you give those geyers bodies, since they are very obedient to your orders, then as long as you materialize these geists, I think you can at least solve some of the manpower problems. ”

"The magic they possess, while powerful, is not yet strong enough to weave bodies. ”

Yuren shrugged his shoulders, he had already considered O'Faryl's suggestion.

"I don't think you realized how powerful you are, Miss O'Faryl, with your current magic reserves, it is enough to compare with the ** division-level figures, which is not comparable to these geistels. Even if I made a core for them, they wouldn't be able to form a complete body. You're right, though, I'm not going to abandon them, and I'll give them a form if I have enough materials. After all, as you said, I need their help a lot, especially now. ”

Material?

Offariel looked at Yuren suspiciously, wondering why the word suddenly jumped out of the young man's mouth, could he be like those alchemists, using some strange materials to make something? You must know that even O'Faryl herself, it is difficult to keep up with Yulian's rhythm, and she did not let go of the previous sentence that Yulian compared his magic with the ** master, you know, ** Shi is the top existence in the mage class, they all come and go without a trace, or they hold high positions within the kingdom, with Yu Lian's identity as a "late nobleman", even if he hits great luck, it is unlikely that he will see a ** teacher, let alone be qualified to evaluate the strength of a ** division.

Who is this young man?

"It's almost time. ”

Ignoring O'Fariel's doubts, Julien took out a silver pocket watch from his bosom (it was the only thing of value that the boy carried), looked at the time carefully, and then stood up.

"Let's see how many people we can recruit in the first batch. ”

Perhaps to make a good impression on the new lord, or perhaps for other reasons, Twilight sent someone to pay the taxes on the morning of the third day, and at the same time, brought the first people who wanted to get work here.

I have to say that the situation is slightly better than Yulian imagined.

In addition to the coachmen who were responsible for carrying the grain, there were four people who were willing to work here in Yuren. And at this moment, Yu Lian was standing at the door, looking at the four people standing in front of him.

Standing on the far right was an old woman of nearly fifty years of age, with a stout figure, dressed in shabby but clean clothes, her hands covered with calluses, her messy gray hair wrapped in a white cloth, her skin was not as delicate as a woman's surname, and even a little rough, and she introduced herself as Marfa Ben. Yuren had heard the name from the old mayor, and had heard that her family had been working in the castle since decades ago, and now judging by the look on the aunt's face, it was clear that she intended to continue the tradition.

And standing next to this aunt was a sturdy middle-aged man, dressed in several clothes made of animal skins, and holding a thick axe in his hand, he had come to enlist for carpentry work, after all, such a large castle also had a lot of places that needed wood, and this was a job that Yulian and O'Faryl could not do.

And the next one is a hunchback, he has come to apply for the gardener, this man looks not young, he is bent over, the wrinkles on his face are tightly squeezed together, and it looks a little uncomfortable.

For Ofaril, she had never seen such a recruitment, although as a princess of considerable prestige among the commoners, she had traveled to the places where the commoners lived from time to time. But that's obviously different from lounging around your own estate. In O'Fariel's memory, the maid was supposed to have a serious expression and tried to do her job with sincerity, while maintaining respect for the nobles. It's not like this middle-aged aunt, who looks at her lord with a cheerful smile that makes even girls feel a little ashamed. And the carpentry also made O'Faryl a little uncomfortable, after all, for this princess, this man's dress was too revealing, he just casually put on a few animal skins, leaving his chest, arms and legs exposed, O'Farir's gaze only stopped on him for a quarter of a second and then immediately moved away, fortunately, the black cloak covered most of her face, and did not attract attention to the red cheeks.

As for the piggyback, Divine Grace was above, Ofaril was sure that she had never seen such an ugly person, even in the slums of Yanjing, that face was like crumpled paper, twisted so hard that even her facial features were barely where they should be, and her rough skin was full of filthy spots.

The last one to be recruited was a young girl.

She was only twelve or thirteen years old, but her small, malnourished and slow-growing body made her look like she was only ten years old, or even younger. She had long brown hair, a little freckle on her face, and large eyes that shone with curiosity, trepidation, and unease. Unlike the other three, the girl apparently didn't know what she had to do, and she just trembled and said that she wanted to find a job in the castle, whatever it was.

"My lord, are you really planning to hire these people?"

After determining the identity relationship, Ofaril also made appropriate changes to Yulian's title, I have to say, this princess is really good at changing herself, she quickly let go of the pride of being a princess, and began to serve the young man in front of her wholeheartedly, although she didn't know much about Yulian's details, but because of this, Ofariel decided that this young man was definitely not an ordinary noble child. As a former royal princess, O'Faryl thinks that she still has a considerable level of looking at people, after all, if you don't have the skills to survive in the royal family, if you don't have the skills to roughly determine the characteristics and surnames of the other party quietly, then it is equivalent to stupidly giving yourself to the other party to sell. And even Ofaril, who has such excellent skills, can't completely see through Yuren's details, and this alone is enough to convince her.

It's just that facing these people now makes Ofaril feel a little uneasy.