When the people of the Judgment Hand team saw Jiang Junming's pen flying, they felt that Jiang Junming was pretending to be fooling around, waiting to see his jokes. The civil engineer was angry at the beginning and watched Jiang Junming use a magic pen to draw on the magic sand table, the same as the people of the Judgment Hand team. But the more they looked, the more they felt something was wrong. The lines outlined by the young priest on the magic sand table were clear, the outline was simple, and there was a strong sense of layering. Every time he wrote, it seemed to have been carefully thought out, rather than graffiti.

Did he see it wrong? The civil engineer took a step forward and observed the patterns outlined by Jiang Junming on the sand table more closely. It was fine, accurate and professional! This was the idea that the civil engineer immediately appeared. But... he couldn't draw? The failures just now, and the questions asked were also entry-level questions. Why did he change like a person in the blink of an eye and become what he is now?

Seeing Jiang Junming concentrating on outlining a new blueprint on the sand table, it seemed as if a beautiful new world appeared in a desert. Others couldn't understand it, but the civil engineer understood the pattern outlined by Jiang Junming in a few minutes. Very professional drawings, even so professional that some things could not be seen by themselves.

How is this possible! The civil engineer's attitude went from anger to disdain, to surprise, and then to shock. In the end, his mind was full of admiration for Jiang Junming. As one of the most outstanding architects in Yinyue City, he knew that Jiang Junming's level was not inferior to himself, and it could even be said that the young priest's level was higher than that of him.

Later, the civil engineers were no longer surprised. They didn't think about why. Instead, they were all focused on appreciating the beautiful new world outlined by Jiang Junming with a magic pen on the sand table. Each line had a special rhythm and rhythm, cheerful but not frivolous. It was bright and steady. A solemn temple appeared in the minds of civil engineers. However, there were some places in this temple, or many places, that civil engineers could not understand, but it was obvious that this young priest named Junming kept those places for other purposes, rather than drawing them casually.

More and more people gathered around, watching Jiang Junming draw the temple to be built on the sand table one by one. At first, everyone still had all kinds of disbelief and ridicule on their faces, but later, after the three-dimensional structure of the temple on the sand table gradually went from blurred to clear, everyone was shocked.

A young priest who had never seen a magic pen or a magic sand table actually painted a temple in such a short time. It seemed very accurate. Is this possible? If someone heard others say it, no one would believe it. But Jiang Junming was right in front of everyone, concentrating on depicting a brand new temple stroke by stroke in front of everyone.

The yard was quiet. Only the rustling sound of the magic crystals running on the magic sand table emitted magic power. The civil engineers were fascinated by the "works" of Jiang Junming, and the magicians, alchemists, and craftsmen who wanted to participate in the construction were also shocked. The people from the Judgment Hand team did not believe that Jiang Junming could really draw it. Even if they saw it, they thought they had read it wrong. However, when they saw the civil engineer's expression, they were all stunned. They quietly retreated awkwardly, walked out of the crowd, and monitored whether the old women and orphans in the temple had stolen anything.

The old women and the orphans who cared about the goddess temple were very angry. However, they did not dare to complain about these big men at all, so they could only accept them calmly. Submissiveness had long become a habit. Entering their bloodlines, it was reflected in their daily actions.

After Jiang Junming painted the temple's architectural structure according to the 3D three-dimensional projection mapped by the feather snake, he put down his magic pen. After comparing it back and forth several times, he found that there was no error. Then he clapped his hands with satisfaction and asked, "Can this drawing be saved."

Uh... the magician of the Ferionros family really doesn't know what to say. The young priest didn't know anything? But he skillfully used a magic pen to paint the architectural structure of a temple on the sand table in front of him. If it were ordinary paper and pen, it would take at least a thousand pieces to paint it all. But if he understood, the question he asked was so idiotic. Who has ever been in contact with magic pens and magic sand tables didn't know that as long as the magic crystal provided magic power, he could save the graphics or patterns on it?

After looking at Jiang Junming in surprise for a long time, the magician of the Ferionlows family replied helplessly: "Dear priest, you can."

His name to Jiang Junming changed quietly. Jiang Junming got a positive answer and happily said to the civil engineer, "Do you see if there is any mistake?"

Civil engineers have long been dumbfounded and immersed in the alternative artistic beauty of digital architectural drawings. Yes, in the eyes of civil engineers, the drawings drawn by Jiang Junming can be called art, and they are the most brilliant art!

After hearing Jiang Junming talk to him, the civil engineer finally recovered and said with shame: "Dear priest, please don't be polite to me. I don't understand the architectural structure depicted in this drawing. I would like to ask you to give me some advice."

When the civil engineer said this, the crowd around him was in an uproar.

Some of them cannot understand how exquisite and wonderful the drawings drawn by Jiang Junming are. Some people can only understand one thing, but everyone understands the status of civil engineers in Yinyue City. When will he be so polite? Even the invitation from the Ferreon Los family was only done after paying a huge price. How could a person as proud as him say this? It was the attitude of a student asking the teacher for advice!

Hearing the words of the civil engineer, the captain of the Hand of Judgment was stunned and was about to enter the temple. His mind was confused and he suddenly bumped into the gate of the temple. It was originally an abandoned temple. After being taken over by the Care Church, Master Ilaina did not deliberately repair it. A fully armed paladin rushed straight to the gate and knocked it out. Countless broken wood chips flew everywhere.

The captain of the ruling hand seemed to have no feeling, walked into the temple in a daze, thinking about which young priest was the eldest son of the young priest? Why is he still proficient in architecture? Could it be that he really offended the big man who he could not offend this time?

Jiang Junming had a smile of the past on his face, and he looked at the civil engineer gently and said, "You are so polite. I don't understand architecture either. I just thought about it for a long time. I have to worry about it when building a temple."

As he was speaking, Johnson strode back and saw Jiang Junming from a distance, saying, "Junming, all the residents of the land you need have moved away."

Ah? How could it be so fast? Jiang Junming was stunned. In his opinion, it was impossible to understand every resident without ten or eight days. The bricks and tiles of the residents in the slums shelter from the wind and rain were considered to be ruined houses. But in their opinion, they were the residences to survive.

Seeing Jiang Junming being stunned, Johnson smiled and said, "Don't worry, you told him not to use force, I'll do as hell."

"How did you do it?" Jiang Junming asked.

"It's very simple. Each household will raise the land price of Twilight City another five times. As long as you agree, all the gold coins will be paid directly." Johnson said casually.

Links, who was helping to move, staggered at his feet. How many families are there in such a large area? The gold coins are like flowing water. As expected, they are the direct descendants of the Silver Moon City family. They don’t even blink when they spend money.

"I only have one requirement, and I have to move it within an hour. Then, they agreed." Johnson walked to Jiang Junming and was attracted by the architectural drawings that Jiang Junming had just drawn on the sand table. Although he couldn't understand it, he was born in a noble family and knew how exquisite the drawings that Jiang Junming drew were. The more Johnson looked, the more shocked it became. It was already incredible that Jiang Junming could heal the incurable disability that his father had suffered. Why did he even know architecture? Could it be that the information about Jiang Junming searched at home was wrong? How could an orphan from an orphanage have such extensive knowledge?

Johnson looked carefully at the architectural drawings drawn by Jiang Junming, and intentionally got close to Jiang Junming. Johnson pointed to an area and asked, "Junming, what is the purpose of this?"

"This is used to treat patients that cannot be cured by the magical technique, just like I treat Lord Fellindas." Jiang Junming forced himself to say that this was the operating room. However, Jiang Junming felt that this explanation was very unfamiliar and very stiff.

Johnson suddenly became interested. He was not present when he healed the disability of the Great Knight of Phelindas. Later, he heard from the priests of the Morning Light Church that the scene was bloody and spectacular, and even the God of Morning Light was shocked by his father's courage and brought down miracles.

The room for treating patients as Jiang Junming said was very large, with various instruments placed inside, some with the color marked by magic pens, which should be instruments driven by magic elements. Jiang Junming explained to Johnson: "This is the bed when Lord Filindas was treating disability. In the future, it will be a standard treatment bed to let the patient lie on it."

"What about this?" Johnson continued.

"This is a place to purify toxins. There is a magic array designed by an alchemist, which can stimulate purifying magic regularly or purify magic at any time. Under this bed, I am going to engrave a magic array to silence all magic. There are channels for the weak wind-type magic array around, which can keep the room ventilated." Jiang Junming explained one by one. (To be continued...)
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