Chapter 852 Gretel: 120,000 pieces of information? I want to drag them all away?!
"Master Nordmark's suggestion is very important."
In the Tower of Babel, the committee members' afternoon tea was still going on. The jury member of the illusion department took a cookie twisted into a spiral shape and bit it down. Feeling the rich fragrance spreading in her mouth, she felt better again.
Slowly said:
"After a major disaster, there will be a major epidemic. Not only will the victims be relocated from Aiolan, but we will also intervene in the Netherlands in the near future, which may absorb a group of refugees. If no plan is made in advance..."
The important thing is that there are experimental data and cost evaluation plans, which make people feel at ease!
"By the way, who will do it?"
"Won't Master Nordmark do it? - Well, then don't bother him. Throw the project to the magic academy, and each academy happens to be responsible for one project. Transfer a few teachers, and each one will lead a few senior students.
, just treat it as their annual internship..."
Cheap!
No need to pay!
The teachers are in charge, and the students are responsible for the work. If they pay some transportation and food expenses, they will be very lucky. Even the cost of paper and pencils can be covered by the college...
The gentlemen and ladies of the judging panel have always had rich experience in saving budgets!
Gretel did not have such a good thing. He recruited a large number of students from the magic academy without paying him anything, which was a good idea.
The people under him, even the necromancers, are all busy. From morning to night every day, all kinds of roars of collapse can be heard in the research building:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh they they are dying again! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Wear protective clothing! Don't think that you don't need to wear protective clothing if you master the cleaning technique!"
"Are you a fool! This egg can't hatch a chick at all, why do you want to inoculate it with cholera bacteria! It's been so long and you can't even recognize an egg. You are indeed a fool! Idiot! A super fool!"
Even Grete himself would often walk softly and walk as fast as possible when passing by the research building. If there was a big commotion, someone inside might tremble and knock off a test tube...
With such a tight manpower, it was of course impossible to allocate them to work. Gretel had no choice but to wander to the city hall with Serira, who had been free for thousands of years and had nothing to do.
By the way, after repeated inquiries, he actually found the source of the original information——
"Don't you know? All ships and logbooks in the kingdom need to be backed up in the city hall! Otherwise, the people on the ship will die inexplicably. How did they die? Was they killed by someone? How can you tell?
clear?"
It would be great to have a logbook. Speaking of which, he probably had this thing in his previous life - but it may not be complete. After all, it is too expensive to copy it, and he can only have it when a certain logbook is retired.
May be collected.
But in this world, [Scribe] is just a level 0 spell that can be used by entry-level apprentices. The city hall employs ten or eight people, and it’s very convenient without any thought.
What?
Where do you think apprentices come from?
Oops, don't a group of people graduate from the three major magic schools in Nevis every year...
Gretel got the authorization from the review meeting and went straight to kill him. The person who led him was the same clerk who sprained his waist when he retrieved the death files a few years ago.
When an acquaintance met, it was easy to do things. He opened the door directly and led him into a database. Grete and Cerira stood side by side, facing two rows of wooden frames that stretched to the sky and the ground, each wooden frame was divided into two.
It has four floors, with a row of large boxes on each floor...
"so much?!"
"There are really so many." The clerk waved his hand calmly:
"There was a statistics at the end of last year. There were about 1,000 ships registered in Nevis, nearly 200,000 tons. According to Nevis's laws, ships over 100 tons must submit logbooks to the city hall for filing.
"
1,000 items a year.
Back and forth.
Old ships are withdrawn and new ships are launched, increasing or decreasing on a rolling basis.
Then, it became such a big, big, big pile...
Gretel took a deep breath:
"In addition to the year, how are these logbooks arranged? Passenger ships? Cargo ships? Tonnage? Offshore and offshore? Or something else?"
"According to time, distinguished sir, according to the arrival time. Gather them together every month and seal them once a year."
Gretel raised his eyebrows. Time was the most troublesome method, which meant that he couldn't pick out the data he needed in a targeted manner——
More than 200 tons, ocean-going, passenger and cargo ships or cargo ships...
Now, I can only pack all the records back.
"What are the records of the past 20 years?"
"Master Mage, start from this shelf, here, here, here..."
Grete glanced at the solid wooden boxes on the heavy solid wood bookshelf, which were 40 centimeters high and more than half a meter wide. He felt a little dizzy for a moment. One row, two rows, three rows, four rows...
"How many are there?!"
"Look at what you said, Master Mage. As long as it's not an ocean-going ship, it will dock once in a month or two."
1000 boats.
It calls into port once every two months.
Submit the logbook every two months.
20 years of data...1000*6*200=...
120,000 copies.
What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into?
Grete's feet went weak. Cerira quickly picked him up and raised her voice:
"We can take these materials back and copy them before sending them back, okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay..." Especially since you, my lord, borrowed 20 years of death records several years ago. Today, you can borrow something else, and you have the authorization letter from the review committee. Of course, it's okay.
But, so many boxes?
The clerk covered his waist with his backhand. The last time he helped him drag a box, he twisted his waist, and the mage cured it. This time, even if someone wanted to treat him, his waist couldn't bear so many boxes.
!
Gretel couldn't stand it anymore either. He stared at the stacked wooden boxes in front of him, inhaling and exhaling, lowering his waist and sitting on his horse...
Calm down, calm down, a box only weighs a few hundred kilograms, definitely less than half a ton. He is now a third-level warrior, and he should be able to move hundreds of boxes...
By the way, how much can his space bag hold?
While she was desperately calculating, Serila stepped forward beside her, put her slender white hands on the lid of the box, and dragged it. With a swipe, a large wooden box was lightly pulled out and disappeared into her hands. Then,
Brush, brush, brush...
In the blink of an eye, the wooden frame in front of Grete became empty, then another, and then another.
"Pa", "pa", the silver dragon girl clapped her palms gracefully, making two crisp sounds. Serila raised her chin high, feeling refreshed:
"What other rows of shelves do you want to take away? Gretel, you go register with him, and I will be responsible for dragging the things!"
Gretel: "..."
I made a mistake. I forgot about Cerela's space item. It's basically a bottomless pit, and it can hold any number of things...
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"To the Wise" by William Petty:
"All ships in England and elsewhere are about 500,000 tons."