Gretel successfully found the jury. Old Sam, with messy hair and two red eyes, weakly greeted him:
"What new discoveries have been made recently? Or are there any projects to apply for? Your paper has not been verified yet, and you have to wait for two more days..."
Gretel glanced at his desk. The desk was wide and large, at least 2 meters by 1 meter. There were at least seven or eight stacks of documents piled up, squeezing old Sam into a row between his arms.
One red and one black. In the two ink bottles, there were several quills stuck upside down, and the feathers were ravaged. There was a map beside it, with red, blue, and black arrows on it.
The painting is completely horrible...
"Can I help you?" Gretel couldn't bear to see it. Old Sam rubbed his eyes and answered him desperately:
"No need...you can't help...it's all a grind now, we have to push it through bit by bit..."
During the review meeting, I was really busy. Elder Wood regarded the project as completed and paid the money as scheduled; the God of Nature Order in several other areas urgently called for a halt.
Change the plan, send the paper, temporarily assign a few groups of transformation magicians, and ask them to do repeated verification together.
After planting a crop of grain, how much nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium are needed to replenish the lost fertility of the soil!
This is just one branch of a larger project. In addition, the council also needs to consider:
Grain ratio? How much wheat? How much barley? How much oats? How many soybeans, peas and lentils, how many pumpkins, potatoes and beets?
By the way, do you want to plant some pasture? Those livestock, especially the big livestock, can’t just watch them starve to death!
How big is the fertilizer gap? How to fill it, how long does it take to fill it, and where to fill it?
If these problems involving numbers and calculations can be solved with a lot of manpower, then problems involving people's hearts cannot be solved purely by relying on statistics and calculations.
For example, how to communicate with nobles across the country?
Although the Lord of Thunder and the Golden Dragon came forward to convince them, "The great famine is coming, we must use all means, including magic means, to stock up on food this year." However, will there be people who are unwilling to follow suit to stock up on food in order to annex the land?
If there was such a noble, would they use violent means to threaten them, or would they secretly hoard food and use it to seduce the people in their territory?
What should you do if you are too far away to seduce? Watch people starve to death? Every time you starve to death, the national strength will be damaged...
Or, discuss with the Natural God Cult, the God of War Temple, the Spring Water Temple, and the Mage Towers in various places, and now work hard to farm and collect grain? Nobles may not care about the life and death of their subjects, but the temple still wants faith!
There are so many problems, and it can even be said that the situation is different in every region and every noble. The experience in the south may not necessarily apply to the north, and the experience of Nevis certainly does not apply to the royal capital. It requires extra patience and meticulousness.
Work.
During this period, the eight great magicians of the jury, along with their assistants and administrative staff, spent all their time except eating and sleeping.
"You don't need to worry about these things..." Old Sam rubbed his forehead tiredly:
"Tell me, what's the matter? The Lord of Thunder has to leave for a while. If you have anything to do, just tell us directly and we will help you with whatever we can..."
"Where are you going, teacher?" Gretel blurted out and asked. Old Sam glanced at him with red eyes:
"The Lord of Thunder didn't tell you?...Then you don't need to ask. Anyway, it shouldn't be dangerous. By the way, what exactly is going on?"
"It's like this, Cerela is going to sleep recently..."
Gu Kuo
Grete explained the situation in detail. Sure enough, it was right to ask the judges. Old Sam pointed the way readily:
"Dragon nest? Yes. The council has a place to entertain dragon friends. It's on the north slope of Igor Peak, on the cliff facing the ocean. It's a big place, with good scenery, plenty of energy, tranquility and safety. How many months do you want to rent it?"
"rent?!"
Gretel was shocked. What, the dragon's nest is rented?!
"What else?" Old Sam was so sleepy that he almost fell over. He was happy to insult him with a few words to cheer himself up. He took a sip of black coffee and frowned in pain. When he spoke, brown saliva dripped from his mouth. Splashing everywhere:
"Have you ever seen what facilities in the parliament can be used for free? You don't need to buy a ticket for the small train going up and down the mountain? The usage fee for the big magic circle in the Star Dome is not deducted from the project funds? Why is Dragon's Nest an exception?"
"Aren't you here to entertain friends?" Grete asked bravely, "Why do you still need to charge money?"
"Generally speaking, we only charge a preferential price. It's not much, just five hundred gold coins a day."
"That's it?!"
Gretel felt like he was struck by a thunderbolt on the head. Five hundred gold coins a day, fifteen thousand gold coins a month. Cerela slept for half a year, and 90,000 gold coins went out...
Burning a mobile tower spirit in half a year! It’s not enough, I need to add some more money!
"It's not much, it's just a threshold to prevent dragons from coming in for no reason." Old Sam patiently explained to him:
"The area of a dragon's lair is more than 100 rooms if it is built into a hotel. The best hotel in Nevis can cost more than 10 gold coins a day, right?"
"But that's different!" Gretel tried to argue. The hotel has furniture, decoration, staff services, and may also include catering expenses. What is there in the Dragon's Nest? It's bare!
I don’t believe you dare to pile up gold coins in the dragon’s nest! Needless to say, even if the gold coins are spread on the floor, you still have to worry about being snatched away by the dragons!
"The dragons who come to live in the Dragon Nest of Igor Peak are all friends of the council. Generally speaking, they come to help with projects." Old Sam answered confidently:
"The accommodation fee is paid by the remuneration for the work, or the magician who invited him will naturally be deducted from the project funds."
Generally speaking, magicians who are qualified to invite dragons are legendary or quasi-legendary, at least level 15 or above. The accommodation fee is nothing to them, and they can just pay for any item.
Anyway, it's just a left-hand turn to a right-hand calculation. The council imported excess energy into the dragon's nest and got a dragon to permanently station at Igor Peak, which was very cost-effective.
Of course, when setting this price, we didn't consider that there are people like Gretel, who are just level 7 mages who can't afford the dragon lair fee, cough.
"Oh, why don't you go back and talk to Miss Silver Dragon?" Old Sam covered his mouth and yawned. Obviously, the strong cup of coffee just now did not play a role in boosting his spirit:
"After all, she wants to live by herself. Maybe she can afford it? It doesn't matter if she doesn't want to pay. She can talk to the prophecy department to extend the time of working in the Star Dome... We also have other preferential policies..."
Grete returned sadly and went to Cerela to convey the result. Alas, Alexander, I am still too poor!
I can’t even afford to support Cerela!
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