Chapter 268 Have You Ever Seen the Mage Tower at Four in the Morning? (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 2 Updates)

Three o'clock in the morning.

Twenty necromancers staggered around.

Most of the people had already finished flipping through the record books in their hands and were lying on the table with their heads buried in the crooks of their elbows; the remaining two unlucky ones were trying hard to hold up their eyelids and follow the rhythm of the flashing blue light, turning pages and pages. Page, turn page...

Grete was also about to fall asleep.

Unfortunately, since time traveling, he has basically stopped staying up late. Spellcasters need enough sleep! Otherwise there will be no magic or magic tomorrow! Even if they are adventuring in the wild, a fool would only let a spell caster stay up late if it is absolutely necessary!

Over the past year or so, his ability to stay up late, which he developed in the emergency department, has almost completely deteriorated...

"Finished!"

"the last page!"

Even the cry that the work is done is weak. Grete came back to his senses, tried to push himself up from the table, and raised his voice:

"Thank you for your hard work! On the seventh floor of Thunder Tower, I have arranged guest rooms for you. You can take the time to get some sleep! I will express my gratitude to Archmage Edgar——"

The Necromancer apprentices staggered and filed out. Gretel seized the last hour, spread out the form on the table, and made a request to Taling:

"Mr. Gregory! No matter the year, every age group, the number and percentage of deaths!"

A blue light fell. Then, the ink in the bottle automatically rose into the air, and numbers were filled in line by line on the form.

"Specifically, for each year, the number of deaths in each age group, and the percentage!"

Swipe, swipe, swipe, 20 consecutive forms, all filled out. A spell like [Scribe] directly retrieves the numbers from the documents stored in the tower spirit and accurately fills them in the grid on the paper. Finally, a secret mark was added in the corner of the form. It is produced by Ta Ling and must be a high-quality product...

"The number and proportion of deaths in various age groups and genders!"

"Number and proportion of deaths by cause of death!"

"Sex ratios for each cause of death!"

“Average life expectancy by income group!”

Grete racked his brains and tongue. He asked Ta Ling to calculate every statistical method he could think of - not counting it in vain, it was not necessarily the case that after copying the numbers, he went back and pressed the calculator himself. Besides, in this other world, there are no calculators available...

A thick stack of forms has been filled out, and the wall clock in the calculation room is already pointing to 3:55. Grete put away the form and walked out of the calculation room. The hall was empty, and the old magician on night shift had fallen asleep on the table, snoring heavily.

There was no one in the aisles and elevators. Except for the invisible servant holding a broom and sweeping the floor, the entire Thunder Tower seemed to have fallen asleep.

For some reason, a question suddenly popped up in Gretel's mind:

Have you ever seen the Mage Tower at four in the morning?

Now, I can finally say that I have seen it.

Not only have I seen the Mage Tower, I have also seen the city of Nevis at four in the morning——

Grete strolled to the edge of the top of the mountain and looked down. At four o'clock in the morning, the whole city was still sleeping, and everything was dark. However, at the foot of this dark mountain, there are already little lights that are lighting up.

Gretel watched in rapt attention.

Some bright spots are far away on the seashore. Perhaps the fishermen are preparing their sails and fishing nets, preparing to go fishing at dawn?

Some highlights are in the southeast corner of the city. When I memorized the map, I remembered that there were many workshops gathered there. Were they ready to start work before dawn?

There are also bright spots moving on the streets in the city, or moving from outside the city to the city. What are they doing? Bring vegetables, meat, milk, clean drinking water to the city? Or transport the filth accumulated in this city last night out of the city?

Spellcasters have the right to sleep soundly at night, but in this city, in this world, many people do not have the right to do so——

He stood quietly on the edge of the mountain. Eagle Peak is the highest peak in the kingdom. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the bay to the west and all the mountains to the east. No mountain can block its sunshine.

At around five o'clock in the morning, the sky turned white, and then a ray of red light jumped from the mountains, illuminating Gretel's bright eyes.

——In this world, even the sunshine is enjoyed by magicians earlier than ordinary people.

Grete took a deep breath of the icy mountain breeze. He refreshed and looked at the two followers who were yawning as they walked out of the tower side by side:

"Bernard! Aurora! Let's go! Let's take a good look at this city and see how its middle, lower and bottom floors work!"

Nevis, the city of mages.

This city is centered on the Magic Council, and everything either serves mages or has mages as its core productivity.

When you get off the train, you can see garden villas on the left hand side. Grete and Aurora's residences are also in this area. Grete looked at the evergreen vegetation outside the villa and suddenly asked:

"Aurora."

"ah?"

"Where does the water used in the villa area come from?"

He really hadn't noticed this problem before. There seems to be running water in the house. Anyway, whether it is a sink or a bathtub, water comes out as soon as he turns the faucet. But where does that water come from…

"Magic circle!"

Aurora answered matter-of-factly and even gave Gretel a strange look. Most of the people who can buy a house in the villa area are magicians. Who can't get a magic circle that can create water?

Even if you are not a magician and can afford to buy a house, you can buy it with the magic circle——

"Oh!"

Grete patted her thigh lightly.

He was previously focused on the water plant. But this is a magical world. The mage tower is directly equipped with a water element pool. Rich people install magic arrays and magical arrays. They have no demand for centralized water supply and clean water supply...

"Not only here," Aurora's explanation continued: "It's just across the street——"

He raised his arm and waved vigorously. To the right of the train station is the most upscale commercial street in Nevis, with theaters, high-end restaurants, jewelry stores, antique shops, etc., all of which are dazzling and magnificent at first glance:

"They also use magic circles. Otherwise, how could the magicians be willing to enter?"

Gretel was silent. He reined in his mount and stared for a long time at the golden round dome of the theater, and at the smooth bluestone street in front of him without a single seam - obviously, such a road can only be made of [fossils turned into mud], [turning mud into The stone is shaped into shape, staring at the thin grass on both sides of the street.

Under the blades of grass, the sound of water gurgled. It was obvious that there were non-open drainage channels under the road.

In this area, residents have the highest income and the highest average life expectancy - reaching 59 years old. It is conceivable that if the servants of the mansion were not included and only the masters were counted, the average life expectancy would be even higher.

Gretel looked confused. He raised his gaze and cast his eyes to the endless distant sky, then slowly moved down, as if overlooking the entire city from the top of Eagle Peak. Then take a breath and exhale forcefully:

"Auro, let's go look elsewhere!"

Pass through the core business district and bypass the Bridge School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Grete had already memorized the city map by heart, and he went straight to the east side of the city without anyone guiding him.

The further you walk, the dirtier it becomes.

Not long after walking, I stepped from the magically shaped road to the stone road, and then from the flat stone road to the uneven stone road paved with large rough rocks.

Aurora had carefully gathered her robe, fearing that a little mud would be splashed on her magic robe, but Grete frowned slightly and looked around, showing no intention of turning around and leaving despite the environment. His eyes were piercing, as if he wanted to carve every detail around him deeply into his heart——

By this time they had passed the center line of the city. Nevis is a seaside city that naturally grows into a U-shape along the bay. Crossing the end of the bay, which is the bottom of the U-shape, heading east, you will enter the periphery from the core area of ​​the city.

There are walls connected to the walls along the road, and the houses inside are all tall and large, far exceeding what is needed for residential use. The chimneys are spewing smoke of various colors, black, yellow, white, red, and so on. As soon as the wind blew, a sour, smelly, and strange smell suddenly hit their heads and faces.

Grete conveniently used a bubble technique on himself: "What does this smell like?"

"Wine." Aurora shrugged. He also sells wine at home, so it's not as big a reaction as Grete's: "Maybe he's pouring out the dregs of the wine grains - this workshop is quite big, so it probably takes a while."

"Where are they pouring?"

Grete asked. He quickly shut up: two men came out of the side door of the workshop. They were both shirtless in the winter, and their upper bodies were steaming. The two of them worked together to carry a large wooden barrel, knocked it over with force, and poured it into the river next to it with a splash.

"Pour directly into the river?" Gretel couldn't believe his eyes. Aurora spread her hands: "What else? - Oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it won't happen if you just rush into the sea..."

Why not! The pollution is very serious, okay! Just as Grete was about to argue, a door on the other side of the river opened, and a wooden barrel poured out. Dark blue water soaked through the ground and flowed directly into the river. After a while, the gurgling river turned half indigo and half turbid yellow, looking strange and disgusting.

"Opposite is the dyeing shop. You see, the lees is pretty good..."

Without saying a word, Gretel reined in his horse and ran downstream. Following the river, he saw the blood and viscera dumped by the slaughterhouse, the tanning materials dumped by the leather workshop, and the pig manure dumped by the pig farm... The further down, the more stinky and unpleasant the river became, and finally, all kinds of filth It sinks and floats, you can even see it with the naked eye.

"So...where does the water they drink come from?"

Aurora didn't know how to answer. Gretel rode around in a circle, but could not find the well. The three-story buildings on the roadside stand next to each other. The houses have flat structures and are extremely cramped. You can reach out and hold each other's hands between the buildings. Gretel looked up for a while, then jumped off the horse, intending to go in and find someone to inquire.

Just after taking a few steps, there was a "crash" next to me. Aurora was quick-sighted and immediately set up a shield to block most of the basin of sewage. However, the shield was only a flat surface after all, not an all-round isolation. Gretel's trousers and shoes on his right leg were soaked in an instant.

"Oh - Lord Mage, have mercy on me! Lord Mage, have mercy on me!" The washerwoman who splashed water knelt down, her face turned pale. Gretel looked down at her, waved his hand, and planned to avoid the matter. Before he could even lift his foot, a black-faced man came out of the door and kicked the washerwoman:

"Old whore! I've blinded you! How dare you offend the mage——"

He kicked and cursed, kicking her several times at once, causing the washerwoman to roll all over the floor. The washerwoman huddled up in a ball, whining, not even daring to run away. Grete was startled by him, stunned for a moment, and finally reacted:

"stop!"

"Master Mage, look at this -"

"Don't hit her." Grete breathed out and waved his hand. He didn't even look at the black-faced man. He bent slightly and faced the washerwoman on the ground:

"Take me in and help me wash and dry my pants and shoes - can you dry them here? That's the end of the matter. Don't worry, I won't make you pay."

"Did you hear that! Accompany the mage in quickly!" The black-faced man shouted again. The washerwoman curled up on the ground and looked up at him, then looked at Gretel, her face was pale, and she finally moved forward step by step and carried the tub in.

Aurora had a strange expression on her face and hesitated to speak, but she did not stop Gretel and allowed him to follow the peasant woman. Walking through a dark corridor, bending down to get through the wet clothes and bedsheets hanging on the corridor, Gretel couldn't help but ask:

"Are you there yet?"

Half of his legs were soaked, and they made a "squeaking" sound when he stepped on them. Gretel felt terribly uncomfortable. It doesn't matter if the place is narrower or the house is smaller, just dry him quickly——

"It's almost there, it's almost there! Master Mage, right in front!"

"Master Mage?"

Suddenly a little head appeared in front of him. The peasant woman's voice suddenly rose to a higher pitch, her tone was frightened and almost broke:

"Jenny! Go back!!!"

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