Chapter 194 193 Consequences of a bad job are just a few thousand people in the district

Chapter 194 193. the consequences of not doing a good job are just a few thousand people in the district will freeze to death, don’t have any psychological pressure

When the gray man just entered the game, he was discovered by the mud truck Juhe, who was the supervisor of the survivor camp, and although this humble graduate student kept saying that he was not well educated, he did come up with a complete set of plans for the construction of the camp.

This included, but was not limited to, the specific division of living and working areas, helping Sister Jules develop a manual on health and safety in the camp, improving the tools used by the lumberjacks, and bringing a new and easier way of making bamboo baskets for the women.

There was even a simplified tutorial on how to build a simple Arab tent out of wood and cloth.

It was knowledge that the ash-batterers had searched for on the internet, but it got quite a good response when they took it to the camp to teach the NPCs.

All this effort had paid off.

Although in the current player community, the Chosen Ashes Beater was just a small, silent Karami, in the world of the survivor camps, the popularity of this “young scholar” who was “knowledgeable and gentle with others” was not low.

Not only is he the camp’s architect, but he has also been appointed by Duchess Miriam to other official positions, such as teaching the children to weave baskets, use various tools, and even polish wood, among other skills to earn a living in their spare time.

Such experiences made him highly respected by the people of the survivor camp.

This can be seen from the growing intimacy of his two young girl assistants, from the initial fearfulness to now take the initiative to help him to pour tea, this “goodwill” increase is not a one-star half a point.

The gray man’s own game experience is not the same as other players.

Since entering the game for so long, in addition to going to the blood vulture corridor, he basically did not take the initiative to fight monsters, however, people are surprised that the character level of the gray man did not pull down much.

He was now level 9.

Of course it wasn’t as good as the first tier who had already completed the Black Iron Trials, but it was still considered a mid-tier player.

So the question came up, beating the gray man neither fighting monsters nor practicing combat skills, why was this character level still able to rise?

EMMMM, this probably stems from his special occupation.

After he guided the survivors through the planning and remodeling of the camp in the game, the Gray Man was transferred to a very special profession called “Architect”.

This is the typical “administrative profession” that the development team has been promoting.

The skills given to the Asherman are “Terrain Exploration”, “Environmental Survey” and “Quick Drawing”, and the actions required to level up are for the Asherman to do the planning, design and construction of larger and more complex buildings. Planning, designing and constructing complex buildings.

At first, the ashers thought this was outrageous.

But if you think about the principle carefully, it is not difficult to realize that in the real world, if an architect wants to accumulate experience and get better certificates, he also needs to study and precipitate in his work continuously.

He figured out that this was just an “attempt” by the game development team to make a living profession, and then he entered the life of “fishing” with peace of mind.

However, no matter how much he convinced himself to fish, what comes around comes around.

After he was brought into the Blood Wyvern Corridor by Mrs. Adele, the mood of the Gray Man became heavier and heavier with every step he took.

Lord Murphy had told him before to come up with a plan for the new city, and that was when version 2.0 had just gone live, a week ago, and he’d been working on a drawing after accepting the quest.

Of course, he had to “borrow” some ready-made information from the Internet, but even with the magical tool of the Internet, the progress of the ash-beater’s work was still slow.

This is a city!

Even for a medieval city, the complexity of its planning and design is far beyond the ability of an ungraduated design student to handle.

The more he attempted to plan on his own, the more he realized his shortcomings in his field of expertise, and the only good news was that he didn’t need to think about designing a hopelessly complicated sewer system for this new city.

The sewer system left behind in Cadman City was perfectly capable of being used straight out of the box.

However, even so, by this time, his general plan was still not even one-third completed, holding a large pile of drawings, the gray man sighed long and short, rather like taking his own design to show his mentor the same kind of tragic feeling of despair like going to the grave, however, he had no way to escape from this matter.

“This is playing a game!”

The gray-hitting man said in his mind, cheering and encouraging himself:

“Don’t be afraid! The worst that can happen is just failing the quest and lowering my favor, it’s not like I’ll be kicked out of Transylvania by Lord Murphy to fend for myself, and anyway, I’m just a casual player, it doesn’t matter about the intensity or anything.”

He said so to himself.

That constricted mind also slowly relaxed away, but after rounding a corner, the gray-hitting man did not see Lord Murphy, but instead heard some children’s laughter.

Surprised, he poked his head out from behind Lady Adele and looked forward to find Sister Jules of the camp and a Sister Sister, whom he had not seen before, but who was just as much a Sister of the Old Order clergy dressed as he had been, leading a group of perhaps thirty or so children through the cloisters that led to the Hall of the Sons.

“Huh? What’s this all about?”

Beat Gray Man asked in a low voice as he no longer needed to translate his voice into words with the mind microphone plugin and could now talk directly:
“Why are there human children in the cloister? Isn’t this a sacred place for vampire clans?”

“It was a suggestion made by Duchess Miriam to Lord Murphy.”

Mrs. Adele replied in a calm tone:
“She said that since Lord Murphy has repeatedly emphasized that vampires will only be a member of all the races in Count Cadman’s territory in the future, it would be anachronistic to deliberately maintain the mystery of the Blood Clan any longer. In order to diminish the humans’ rejection and aversion to vampires, the Baroness wishes to open up a portion of the Blood Wyvern Cloister for curious humans to tour.

Master Murphy agreed to the proposal.

Today is the first day of the open house, and these children are the lucky ones selected from the camp, and they are also the first outsiders allowed to visit the Blood Vulture Cloister in 400 years.”

As she spoke, Mrs. Adele’s gaze swept over the middle-aged woman beside Sister Jules, also wearing the robes of an Avalonian nun.

The latter’s senses were very sharp and she immediately glanced back.

Upon noticing that a female vampire with a very nasty figure was staring at her with an unkind gaze, Sister Marianne did not immediately draw her weapon as she had done before, but instead, she made a religious gesture in front of her chest and smiled at Adele, before raising a provocative middle finger towards her.

This action was immediately noticed by Sister Jules, who was traveling with her, who glared at her parishioner and whispered a few words of discouragement.

There are children here!
Don’t do that, Marianne!
You’re going to teach these potential little Avalonians a lesson.

“Damn witch hunters!”

Lady Adele cursed in a low voice, she had no ill feelings towards the children entering the Blood Wyvern Cloisters, but for a Master Witch Hunter to be able to excursion through the Blood Sanctuary in such a dignified manner irked her to no end.

However, this was an order from Master Murphy, so she could only endure it even if she was upset.

“This is the right choice, people’s fear often comes from the unknown, once they know clearly about the daily life of vampires and know that not all vampires feed on blood, their resistance to the new-Blood Wyvern Clan under the command of Master Murphy and Lady Tris will also weaken.”

The beaten gray man nodded, obviously very much in agreement with Lord Murphy’s decision.

This made Lady Adele couldn’t help but take another look at the tall, thin and shy exotic warrior. She hadn’t been in contact with the players for more than a day or two, and she knew that no matter what their outer character was, these guys had been rigorously educated on the inside, and that their insight and knowledge surpassed that of 90% of the civilians on this continent.

It was really hard to resist imagining what kind of a grand scene the world they lived in was?
“Lord Murphy is waiting for you.”

Lady Adele pointed to a high place, and the ash-battered man looked up to see Lord Murphy in his robes standing at the edge of the second floor. He was surrounded by boys chattering about something, and even in the vampire’s arms he was holding a tiny dot in a flowery dress.

These two kids were bold enough to not be afraid of the vampire?
With that in mind, the gray-hitting man ascended the steps to Lord Murphy’s side.

“Well, here comes my wise warrior, children, go play, go enjoy the leisure of the day with your little ones, and remember to bring my greetings to your parents.”

Murphy placed the little girl in his arms on the ground, and as if by magic in his hand he produced two pieces of palace hard candy he had gotten from Count Andrei and stuffed them into their hands, and with a smile he watched his brother lead his sister down the steps.

He explained:

“This is Professor Malcolm’s pair of children, and I don’t know how that professor educates his children, the two little ones are surprisingly bold. Even when I used my sharp teeth to scare them, they were not afraid but instead came up and asked me a lot of strange questions.

For example, that little girl is very curious about whether we vampires will dream when we sleep during the day.”

The vampire lord shook his head, tapping the railing and sighing:
“But I couldn’t give them an answer because I’m an alien and I rarely sleep during the day.

Yet, winter is coming and they are still living in tents, and while the food problem is being properly addressed, yet the housing problem will not be completed overnight, and that is disturbing.”

As he said that, he looked at the Chosen Fighting Gray Man beside him who was once again in a state of jittery anxiety as he clutched the drawings, smiled, and said:

“That is why I summoned you today, my Warrior Fighting Gray Man, regarding the progress of that job I entrusted to you . Please understand that I don’t want to add pressure to the professionals either, and I don’t want to boss the insiders around by the outsiders.

But as a lord, I must be finely tuned for the safety of my lords through this winter.”

“Uh, I’m sorry, my lord, I’ve disappointed you.”

The gray beater sighed and handed over the drawings in his arms as he said:
“Seven days is not at all enough time for me to complete the planning of the entire city, or even the general plan, I only did my best to only divide the different functional areas for our future Scarlet Fortress.

But so far, I have not even finished sketching the administrative districts; I need assistants, and there are hardly any in this great land who can help me.”

Hearing the gray-hitting man reply like this, Murphy’s heart also sank.

But he didn’t move and unfolded the large drawing in his hand, and was then shocked by the complicated city plan that the Gray Beater had drawn up by his own hand.

This. Is this little player trying to build a super city for millions of people on this big land? Otherwise, he couldn’t explain why he had planned seven whole streets in the administrative district alone! He even saw a planned area reserved for a super market on the design plans.

Murphy immediately discovered the bottom reason why the ash-battered man was unable to complete the design plan.

He glanced at the guilty-faced little player with odd eyes and asked in an odd tone:

“So, my warrior, allow me to ask you a question that I am most concerned about right now, if I need you to design six residential areas for my lords within two months, then how do you intend to plan and execute it?”

The question silenced the gray beater for a moment, then he spoke thoughtfully:

“The easiest way I can think of is the Khrushchev Building . Uh, it’s an architectural style from our side of the world that talks about sacrificing a certain amount of functionality for maximum usage. You can think of it as a seven-story tower with 10 to 20 rooms on each floor, and a single building can accommodate thousands of people.

But it’s hard for me to visualize it in your city because we don’t have cement.
That’s a building material that can set quickly and is exceptionally durable against corrosion, and it can complete a building in a very short period of time.”

“Of course I know what the Khrushchev building is! I even lived in it for a while when I was a kid! Don’t underestimate me, you little fool.”

Murphy mentally rolled his eyes hard, but outwardly he feigned awe:
“What an inconceivable building, you are describing what appears to be a ‘plebeian castle’ which I have trouble describing, yet I have realized the error of your thinking, my dear architect.”

Murphy puts the drawing away and gives it back to the graybeater.

He patted the college student on the shoulder and pointed down to the children below who were constantly letting out guttural cheers as they toured the Blood Wyvern’s collection, and he asked:
“Do you think my territory is suitable for the kind of ‘high-end residence’ you are talking about? No! They can’t, even in the previous Kamander City, all they had was a small apartment that could only protect them from the wind and rain.

Functionality, aesthetics, and comfort are things that my people can only pursue after they have basic security and safety.

As the Transylvanian saying goes, even the tastiest food is hard to swallow in times of peace.

You misunderstand me, my warrior.

Perhaps it is because I have not made it clear to you that I am not asking you to design for me a mega-city that could house the people of all of Transylvania, such as the one you have planned on the drawing board, which has never appeared in my wildest dreams.

You know that the population of Transylvania at its peak was no more than two and a half million, and that was before the Fourth Black Plague.
Therefore, I need you to design and plan a city that can accommodate 200,000 people or even less. I have talked to you all these times, and I know that your side of the world is so rich that I can’t even imagine it.

To use your perception, what I need is perhaps just a big bustling town.

Alas, the fact that the gap between the two worlds is so vast can really hurt.”

“Ah this!”

The gray-hitting man also immediately realized his misguided thinking.

After all, you let him a modern professional college student to build a city, his first reaction must be to come up with the design of a super city cluster comparable to New York SH, who would have thought that the NPCs in the game would need only the planning map of a twenty-eight line small county town?
At this time, look at their own planning for the administrative district of the whole seven streets and belong to thirteen different buildings of the various departments, hit the gray man himself feel ridiculous!
He seems to have thought this job is a little too complicated?
His confidence came up at once.

But then he realized that even if all the NPCs needed was the design of a large town, it still wasn’t something a college student on his own could handle.

But after the demand had been adjusted downward by several tiers, he would find a few more brothers to discuss it with, and pick up some professional information from the internet to modify it down the line, so perhaps this could be a success?
“As for the ‘cement’ you mentioned, well, I’ve never heard of that construction material, but we have ways we can replace it.”

Murphy held out his hand to mobilize his psychic energy.

As the ash beater watched, some suspended dust was molded into different shapes in his hand as Murphy addressed him:
“Although Tris and Missy are not professional Earth Priestesses, they can still use the ‘Turning Stone into Dirt’ in the Spiritual Energy Technique, which is the Spiritual Energy Technique used for city building on this continent, we are not as extravagant as you guys who can use alchemy to make houses.

But fortunately, we have spiritual energy to help us.

I think a house built with moldable stones should be strong enough to withstand the falling snow in winter, right?

You see, my warrior.”

The lord pointed down to the carefree children below and reached out to place his hand on the gray beater’s shoulder as he spoke softly:
“Whether or not these children will have a pleasant and proper time this winter depends on your wise shelter, but even if something goes wrong, I don’t think they’ll blame you.

Just as I won’t blame you either.

For your dedication and sacrifices for this land are already in my eyes, so don’t feel any mental pressure to let go.”

(End of chapter)