"What the hell is this ditch digging for? Why is it so different from the map! Didn't you measure before you started? Or did you drink too much horse urine last night and let you lose your eyes one by one!

This is dereliction of duty!

You're all going to be fucking court-martialed! ”

While Murphy and Happy Stick were discussing military affairs in the air, on the line below, "Samoyalia", dressed in the uniform of a Brotherhood of Stonemasons architects, was holding a psionic surveying staff and spitting incense at the two foremen beside him.

He shouted like an angry lion:

"I don't blame kobolds for not being able to read the blueprints, because they don't have brains, they can't understand the lines and data, but they don't have brains either? You can't read it either? Give you three hours to fill in this ditch and dig it again!

I'll send you to the judgment seat with your own hands if you delay the entire construction work! ”

Under his scolding, the two newly promoted foremen shrank their heads and did not dare to refute at all, and in his reprimand, they trotted all the way to gather kobold laborers to dig again.

The kobolds have no complaints about this.

They like to dig ditches anyway, and now they only need to dig ditches constantly to eat and even get candles, which is simply the perfect life.

Rework is not a problem for their poor intelligence, but the human laborers who act with the kobolds can't stand it, and they clamored for an explanation from Samoyed but were stopped by the foremen.

Although Samoyalia had been in Transia for less than a month, the title of "Grand Overseer" had already "thundered" within the Brotherhood of Stonemasons.

Unlike the gray man and brick movers, who have rich theoretical experience but poor practice, Samoyalia has been doing civil engineering for more than ten years in reality, and he is one of the most proud disciples of Lao Chentou, not only can he be a supervisor but also build a wall and plaster, not only experienced but also have a series of professional certificates, and also have rich experience in the management post.

He has participated in the construction of the bridge across the river in reality, and he can be said to have a lot of professional experience.

On his third day in the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, he "cracked" a small gang of building materials that were colluding with the inside and outside of the city, and several of the foremen involved were still working as coolies in the mines of the Dark Barony, and several of the unclean hands and feet who assisted them in reselling materials had been hanged on the gallows outside the Scarlet Keep by the hands of the militia commander, Mr. Portman.

If the local foremen can use their experience to deceive the gray beaters and brick movers, then their little tricks are no different from those of children in the eyes of Samoyed.

There is a gossip from the evil sect that this powerful overseer already has all the "black materials" of the foremen in his hands, and he is just waiting for them to make mistakes and punish them.

This gave Samoyed the nickname "Devil's Overseer".

The most interesting thing is that this nickname was not given by the player, but the "honorific name" discussed privately by the local foremen, which reached Samoyed's ears, making the middle-aged man not only not angry but happy to laugh.

Samoyalia didn't care about the fear in the eyes of the workers around her.

He holds the drawings in one hand and the measuring cane in the other hand to activate the simple technique on it to determine whether the currently excavated foundation meets the standards, and he does it very seriously, even more seriously than the project he is responsible for in reality.

Not only that, but the surface and underground design of the surrounding fortress complex were also completed by him with reference to the case of World War I.

"Sammogo, new laborers are here, and the camp is looking for you to sign for it."

Just as Samoyalia was about to go to see how the cement was mixed after measuring the foundation, the "Bloodstained Spear Marcus", who came running on horseback, shouted:

"There's also a strange dwarf who comes with him, he claims to be the priest of the Gaia Temple, and he was invited by the short-man marshal to open up our position!"

"Kai Mao Guang! When this line of defense was excavated, my juniors had already let go of the cannon and worshiped God, and now this link is called reinforcement. ”

Samoyed rolled up the drawings and tucked them under his arm, stepped forward and mounted his horse, and followed Marcus towards the labor camp as he checked the construction progress around him, and took a piece of dry bread from his horse pocket and stuffed it into his mouth to satisfy his hunger.

Marcus was stunned to see this attentive look.

He thought that these RP parties were serious enough, but compared to this "devil's overseer", they were really as easy as running to travel.

"I said, Samogo, there's no need to do this."

Marcus, a young man with the bloodstained spear, whispered to Samoyed, who was at least one round older than him:

"You give the drawings to the NPCs, and they'll take care of the rest, you don't have to keep an eye on it here, this Maginot Line is so big, you can't run every construction site, right? Isn't that more tiring than going to work?

We're playing games, and you've got to have some fun with yourself. ”

"! If you're not staring here, those guys will be lazy. ”

Samoyalia shook his head and said:

"In contrast, kobolds are stupid but they are more obedient, and if it weren't for the fact that they were too stupid to read the blueprints, I would have had the heart to promote a few foremen among kobolds. And Brother Ma."

"Just call it 'Pony', Sammogo, you're a senior, hehe."

Marcus hurriedly spoke, and Samoyed shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Okay, pony, you might have to fight to have fun, but I'm different. I walked around the construction site and watched the bunkers and defensive lines I designed by myself rise from the ground little by little, which was an irrepressible interest and satisfaction for the architect.

Outside to build Xiaomi's villas and office buildings for the big bosses, how can it be interesting to take 10,000 people to repair the military defense line here? ”

He laughed and said proudly:

"To be honest, I can't wait to see those gnolls come and crash in front of the line of defense I've designed with my own hands to break their heads and bleed. Ah, what a wonderful scene that must be. ”

"Oh, I see, you're definitely a heavy tower defense player."

Marcus squeezed his eyes and said:

"You like to see your own towers kill those turnip snatchers, right?"

"Hey, you're such a talent."

Samoyed did not deny it, snorted and said:

"Besides, the brothers will be tough on the gnolls in this line of defense, and if I can't make sure that everything is going according to plan here, won't I send the brothers into a desperate situation with my own hands? It doesn't matter if you're tired now, I have my share of credit for the big victory after that.

Unlike Lao Chen Tou and his two juniors, who like to build cities, I, I like the work of this 'war architect'.

Now where the black plague is, where our army will sweep in the future, my fortress will be built! ”

"Awesome! Dude, you're my idol. ”

Marcus gave a thumbs up to him, but as he approached the camp, he accused himself of sneakily running to the side.

Curiously, Samoyalia took out his telescope and looked in the direction Marcus had left, only to find that the guy was chatting side by side with a northern cavalry lieutenant and patrolling the surroundings.

That's a "North Yankee hairy girl" with a thin waist and long legs!

If Samoyed remembers correctly, the cavalry ensign was supposed to be one of the commanders of the 100 palace sword guards under the command of the Earl of White Mountain, and she and her ten-man team were sent by the Earl of White Mountain to maintain order in the labor camp.

This girl has a nice name called "Misha", and she especially likes to secretly find "otherworldly oden" and "flying wine" in the labor canteen to make tooth sacrifices.

"Ah, it's really a young man, and he can't walk when he sees the paper man's wife."

Samoyed smiled at his aunt on his face, put back the binoculars, touched his slightly bald head again, and said to himself:

"That is, the old brother has passed that restless age, otherwise he would not have to be corrupted here? We are now in charge of thousands of people, and this size is also a high-level bureaucrat.

Tsk, I'm used to saying the same thing here, it's really hard to be a grandson in a broken office in a real company.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a big family to support, Lao Tzu would have resigned a long time ago. ”

With this complaint, Samoyed rode back to the labor camp he managed, and when he entered the door, the four sentries standing guard saluted him with their guns raised, and the three secretaries in charge of the labor camp also came up to report their work.

But there was still something to be done, and Samoyed sent away the group of people around him, and he put on his architect's uniform and walked into the camp office with a surveying cane in hand.

A low man was standing on a chair, carefully examining the plan of the Maginot Line pressed against a large piece of glass on the table.

"Hey! It's a military secret! Don't even think about leaving. ”

Samoyalia roared.

The Orb of Arithmetic vividly translated his language and emotions into Transansian, and the dwarven priest, who was looking at the blueprint, raised his head, rolled his eyes, and complained:

"Lao Tzu has to stay here for at least half a year if he is sent here! What's wrong with looking at your picture? Besides, how do I know which buildings to bless the earth without looking at the pictures! You human beings are stupid, did you draw this picture?

Hmph, barely comparable to the ten-year apprenticeship level of our Gaia Temple, come on, explain to me what these markings are for on this map?

Why did you design the drainage system of the underground facilities this way?

How does the ventilation system work?

There is also a space with at least five floors underground, and it needs to be partitioned into such a complex structure, how to ensure the strength of the main building? ”

"!"

Samoyed, who was attacked by a wave of backlash, was speechless, and said that these dwarves were still stepping on horses and fighting with artillery, and they would explode at one point.

But this guy in an earthy priest's robe, with a big beard, and strange tattoos on his forehead and cheeks, is quite level, and the questions are all to the point.

Samoyed stepped forward and pointed to the blueprint and explained to the dwarf, who listened and pondered, and after a moment he took out a special marker pen and sketched a few strokes on the glass in front of him, and said:

"These places must be strengthened with the blessing of the earth, otherwise if the gnolls use the technique of turning fossils into mud, your fortress will collapse entirely.

In addition, you need to mark the areas you are focusing on, and each brick of these key fortifications must be inscribed with runes to ensure that they are not too badly damaged by a large area of psionic bombardment. ”

"Of course, that's not a problem."

Samoyed nodded, but then changed his mind and said:

"However, you silver dwarves have a lot to do with the Plantagenet Kingdom, how do I know that you won't turn around and sell us once you get more information about our defenses?"

"Huh?"

His question blinded the silver dwarven priest, and then the dwarf's axe-like cheeks quickly filled with rage, and he waved his fist to let his long beard dance in the air, and he scolded:

"Are you bastard, human architect, mocking the professional ethics of the dwarves? Don't you Transenian barbarians know that the Temple of Gaia has a good reputation on the mainland? Let me tell you, you ignorant one!

Before you humans even established a city in Translasia, the priests of the Temple of Gaia had already designed the Ice Palace for the Hero King!

The Plantagenet Palace in Greeney Island was also designed by us, and all the design and construction of the University of Chardeau was done by us! Standing in front of you is the legendary designer of the 'Bridge to the Sky', His Excellency Ilyich um Warheart!

Even the Elven King and his beautiful queen will call me Master!

I swore in front of Gaia's icon that I would not divulge any information about the buildings I had designed with my hands to anyone or a force that might destroy them.

It's God's oath, you fool. ”

"Wow, that sounds like a big shot, but unfortunately I don't know much about the legendary buildings on the continent."

Samoyed blinked, and he said:

"You're sure you'll have a great time with my mentor, but I'll ask you that I've heard of several other buildings, but what is a 'bridge to the sky'? I'm sure I haven't heard of this name in Transancia. ”

"Nonsense, it was blown up three hundred years ago, and there are very few people who know about it."

The Silver Dwarf Priest sighed.

As if recalling the most painful and helpless failure of his life, he even became sad, and he whispered:

"It was a testament to the friendship between the Songhai people and the Elven Kingdom, the bridge of miracles that spanned the strait of Storm Bay and connected the Land of Origin with the continent for hundreds of kilometers.

My mentor and I were its designers, and we saw it as Gaia's miracle on earth, but even the legendary buildings could not resist the mutual hatred of life.

Because of a stupid doctrinal dispute, in the year 820 A.D., on my two hundred and thirtyth birthday, the Mamluk, the border pharaoh of the Songhai Empire, led his army to my bridge in the name of the 'Moon of Death' and began a war with the elves.

That madman summoned the kings of Hades in order to win, and hundreds of thousands of undead trampled on my creations to slaughter.

That was the only time I told others about the weaknesses of my work.

The Elven Moon Priests summoned a meteorite to shatter the bridge to stop the war, but the Kingdom of Castile and the Songhai Empire broke with each other ever since, and the Songhai people's efforts to integrate into the mainland came to an end.

What was supposed to be a miracle for the 'Great Reconciliation' ended up being an extension of war and hatred.

That was the only failure of the Gaia Temple since its establishment, and the biggest regret of my life, you human bastard, I had forgotten about it, and you made me remember it again! ”

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I apologize, can't I ask you to drink? Don't all dwarves like to drink? Our wine here is fantastic. ”

Samoyalia raised her hands.

He looked at the dwarf in front of him, and he could feel the regret and pain that the other party couldn't hide as an architect, which made him realize that the dwarf in front of him really liked to build things, and he was full of feelings for the buildings he designed.

Samoyed, a fellow architect, softened his attitude.

He took out the precise drawings of the line of defense from his drawer, opened it in front of the dwarf, and whispered:

"I can guarantee that my building is only built to defend, and that it will never become a tool for spreading hatred."

"Hehe, you're too young, human architect."

The dwarf Ilyich sneered.

He brushed his beard away and looked at the drawings as he whispered:

"The world doesn't work by the will of us artisans, and your line of defense is good, but I'm sure that death and killing, hatred and wrath, destruction and curse will come upon it in succession the moment it is established.

This is the fate of architecture

But that's nothing.

For us, as long as it can stand on this land and stand the test of time without falling, it is enough to make it the pride of your life.

But the name of your line of defense is strange.

Although I had never heard the name of the 'Maginot Line' before, I always felt that it seemed to be full of ominousness.

It's too bad, you know?

Architects always have a very special hunch that I can sense that something is going to happen to this line of defense, but when I come, I will use my skills to make sure that it is not crushed by disaster. ”

"Well, I confirm that."

Samoyed nodded, he watched as the dwarf took out various professional tools to supplement and draw on the drawings, and after a few seconds, Samoyed whispered:

"I've heard that Gaia's priests have the power to harness the earth and shape it, which is simply perfect for an architect, so, do you think I'm qualified to join you and be one of you?"

"Huh?"

Ilyich raised his head and looked at the Samoyed in front of him, he rubbed his beard and thought for a moment, and said:

"It's not impossible, Mother Earth doesn't resist members of other races becoming her followers, but if you want to join the Gaia Temple, you have to show your talent and work as an architect, and only then can you be recognized by the other priests.

If you want me to say, use this line of defense as your application.

If it survives the Plague, I'm sure even the most stubborn Priest Gaia will recognize your talent for building and designing, and we'll give you the title of 'Son of the Earth' and welcome you to one of us."

By the way, I heard on the way here that all the current planning and design of this land is the work of a 'Professor Chen', can I meet him?

The scenery I saw along the way made me conclude that it was a true master builder!

Gaia will bless him. ”

(End of chapter)