Wearing brand new boots and straight uniforms, with a grand and beautiful badge and armband, warden Maxilin walked on the corridors of the prison with his head held high. The man in his thirties neatly carved his hair and his beard was trimmed just right, and he smiled along the way with a reserved smile, with keys and batons hanging on his belt, jingling.

This is a newly built prison, as new as the "Government Hall" in the city. The prison has a wide and bright corridor and a solid and beautiful cell. One of Maxilin's tasks every day is to patrol all the corridors and rooms here with two prison guards to ensure that no prisoners escape, self-harm, destroy imprisonment facilities and private fights. This is a rather boring task, but for Maxilin, who likes rules and order, it is just right for him.

The situation in the conventional control area is normal. The people who are locked up here are basically some thieves and drunken and reckless men. Some of these people are not even worth being imprisoned in prison. They are just limited in the temporary cell of the security department and are temporarily detained for a few days. They dare not fight against the guardians, and basically will not fight privately to extend their detention time. Patroling this area has always been the most relaxed and comfortable.

After walking through the conventional control area, Maxilin led two prison guards to the extraordinary shelter area. In front of the stairs leading to the underground, the warden glanced at the heat exchanger and ventilation device that was working normally on the wall next to him.

After confirming that everything is normal, Maxilin couldn't help but mutter: "This is a good time...it's so comfortable to go to jail."

After walking down a staircase and passing through a fence, there was a heavy alloy gate. When he arrived in front of the gate, Maxilin sorted out his belt and uniform, and his expression became slightly serious.

Behind the gate is the deep layer of the prison, which is specially used to detain extraordinary criminals.

Starting from this area, there are sensor runes and alarm devices that detect magic fluctuations everywhere in front of them. The cell is much stronger than other areas, and there are also many mechanisms and traps specially designed for counter-casters. Although there has not been a riot of the extraordinary since the completion of this area, Maxilin, who once faced the extraordinary on the battlefield, would instinctively be vigilant and become serious.

He subconsciously touched the scar on his chest, which was once cut by the hot blade of the extraordinary. After recalling the burning pain, he opened the shield generator on his waist and pressed the mechanism at the back of the baton to ensure that the "magic countermeasure" is in a state of being fired at any time.

The two accompanying prison guards also checked their equipment, then put two keys on both sides of the gate at the left and right.

With the squeaking sound of the mechanical device, the heavy gate slowly opened in front of Maxilin.

The warden turned around slightly and ordered his subordinates: "Check for protection."

The two early warnings went to check the completeness of the protective runes, while Maxilin walked through the gate and looked inside.

The rooms used to host extraordinary people are obviously much less than the ordinary prison cells outside. There are only four small rooms that are held separately, and at this time there are only two prisoners in the entire area:

The first room on the left was just locked up yesterday. A reckless arcane man killed the neighbor's dog after being seriously drunk because he mistakenly thought the dog had launched a sacred duel against him. This bad move led to him having to stay here for a week after compensation according to law, but Maxilin suspected that at least half of this week would be used by the arcane man to sober up.

This is a guy worthy of being vigilant and careful. After all, he was drunk and he might not say that he would treat the guardian who came to the rounds as another duel and also launch an arcane missile.

The "guest" in the second room on the right has been here for a long time. He is an unknown druid who is locked up in for unlicensed spell casting and smuggling crimes. In Maxilin's eyes, the taciturn druid is a more "safe" guy, although his temperament is a bit gloomy.

After confirming that the drunk arcane was still talking nonsense, Maxilin went straight to the druid cell named "Bad Wendell" and knocked on the alloy fence with a magic guide material with a baton: "Hi, the time for rounds is here."

In the small cell, the middle-aged man in a gray-white prison suit sat on the bed with his back to the cell door. When he heard the movement coming from behind, his arm moved and said without looking back: "I will solve this problem soon."

"...Ha, you're really like living in your own home," Maxilin laughed angry and laughed. "I shouldn't have found you a set of math textbooks to relieve your boredom. You can see what you've drawn on the wall!"

In the small cell, almost all the walls and floors were painted with dazzling numbers and symbols, as well as some improvised poems and short sentences. It is very lively. Writing and drawing on the walls of the cell can be said to be the "reserved hobby" of many prisoners. The guardians have always turned a blind eye to this behavior, but it was the first time that Maxilin saw someone writing equations and long sentences on the wall. This was really the most special prisoner he had ever seen.

Maxilin, who had been a knight apprentice for a short time, was literate, but what Bud wrote on the wall was beyond his understanding. He just instinctively judged that the prisoner inside might have some background, but how many extraordinary people have no background?

In the cell, Bud, who was sitting on the bed, finally solved his equation. The middle-aged man with a messy beard and hair stood up and put down the draft paper and pen in his hand and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will wipe it off myself later."

"Of course you will erase it because you have to write a new equation!" Maxilin glared at Bud inside, "I came here to inform you that your detention time is up again, and you can leave tomorrow. After you go out, hurry up and find the Government Affairs Department to handle a relocation of the population..."

As soon as the warden was halfway through his words, he saw Bard in the cell pull out a small piece of dry hard dough cake secretly hidden from under the pillow, and threw it at the wall not far from the fence. Under the amazing wrist force, the small piece of bread hit the wall like a stone bullet. The latter spread a layer of protective light film, and then an alarm sounded...

Maxilin and the two prison guards who had just walked in had no time to stop them.

"Damn it! You can't use this method to extend your detention time every time!" Maxiling screamed in anger, "This is a prison, not a hotel that you can stay in every day! Did you hear that...why are you two still standing there? Turn off that damn alarm!"

The two early warnings ran to turn off the alarm in a panic, and the drunk arcane spoke nonsense loudly in the room not far away. Bud in the cell shrugged at Maxilin: "It's good to live here, I won't go anywhere."

"Next time I will search all the things in your room, and I will take away your pen and your bread," said Maxilin angrily, "I see how you can make trouble."

Bud thought about it and said seriously: "I'm not a weak mage. I can trigger an alarm with my nose."

Maxilin: “…”

The warden couldn't think of how to deal with this impeccable answer for a while. He could only watch the hateful druid slowly walk back to the bed, lying down like an animal preparing to hibernate, slowly covering it with a blanket, as if no one was around, making the teeth itchy.

"You are wasting the money of the empire!" Maxilin finally couldn't help shouting, "Listen, I will report to the General Administration of Public Security and the Department of Government when I go back. This loophole will be filled soon. You can't eat and drink here forever!"

From the bed, Bard's voice came: "I believe in your duty, sir, but before that, I just want to have a good sleep."

Maxilin finally left with anger, just like the previous two times.

The heavy alloy gate closed little by little with the sound of the mechanical device running, and the shelter area became quiet again. The vague grunt of the drunk man in the adjacent cell gradually became low, and Bad Wendell, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and slowly closed his eyes.

Over the years, this is the only place where he can sleep peacefully.

Maxilin ended his patrol of the entire prison and returned to the office with three points of anger.

As a person who started as a knight apprentice, participated in the first generation of Cecil combat corps, experienced all territorial defense wars and the southern unification war, and had adapted to the basic environment of "every ordinary person is working hard", he could not understand why there was an extraordinary man willing to sink into that appearance.

A few minutes later, the prison officer picked up the paper and pen on the table and started writing a report.

Not to mention anything else, at least he had to find a way to get Bud Wendell out of the cell, otherwise he would have stayed in this prison longer than the prisoner himself!

...

"This is the latest report from Norris from the Plain of the Holy Spirit. Ancestor, please check it out."

In Cecil City, in Gaowen's study, Hedy put a thick report on the desk and briefly reposted the contents of the report.

"Investigators sent by the Ministry of Agriculture and the Temporary Office of the Reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plains have entered the southern part of the abundant forest land and conducted a rough statistics and assessment of the towns and farmland along the way. The working group believes that the most polluted areas are further north, and should be in the areas of Boulder City and Solinburg. Among the areas currently found, more than 50% of the fields that can be replanted within a year. Norris also emphasized that these replanted lands are not only slightly polluted, but may even be more fertile in the coming year due to burning and restoration of plants and trees."

"This is rare good news," Gao Wenshu spread his eyebrows. "The pollution of crystal clusters was blocked very timely. Before the crystal dust and the accompanying plague could be immersed in too much soil, the land could be reclaimed directly, and most of the food shortage crisis will be solved next year."

"The key now is the abandonment of infrastructure such as towns, roads, water sources, etc.," Hetty nodded. "All the original residential areas were the areas where the Crystal Giants were most ravaged by the Crystal Cluster Giants. They were bombarded and burned by artillery fire. The infrastructure was destroyed very thoroughly. It would be very slow to rely solely on the Government Affairs Department to organize teams to rebuild and then organize population relocation, and the consumption would be very large or even time to replant those not yet completely abandoned farmland."

Gao Wen rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "...This is indeed a problem. The Holy Spirit Plain is too big. Even if it is only the eastern part of the plain, the area is almost equivalent to half of the southern border..."

"Norris made a suggestion for this."

"Oh?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, "What suggestions?"

Hety organized the language slightly: "Norris encountered many returning fugitives in areas with milder pollution. They had fled from the polluted areas and were outside our control. Finally, they heard that the refugees who wanted to return to their hometown after the war. After inquiring, coupled with the rough statistics of the southern, western and eastern passes of the plain, these people may account for about one-tenth of the total population of the eastern plain, which is much more than we imagined."

Gao Wen blinked.

After the disaster, a large number of refugees who left their hometowns wandered on the Holy Spirit Plain. This is what Gao Wen expected from the beginning. The "Cecil Order" is indeed efficient and strict, and can effectively manage the population and rescue refugees, but the premise is to spend a lot of money to establish an effective administrative agency. The Holy Spirit Plain is not the southern border after all. It is impossible to manage carefully with limited shelter and resettlement teams and the temporary government office's rescue efforts, which will inevitably lead to the emergence of a large number of refugees.

One tenth...

This number is shocking. The eastern part of the once prosperous Holy Spirit Plain is now truly empty.

But at least there is still a room that is not empty.

"These wandering refugees need to be resettled, and they are unorganized and wandering in polluted areas are very dangerous. Norris suggests that we form a ‘joint reconstruction regiment’, with the Supreme Government Affairs Office, with the Recruitment Construction Corps and the official pioneer regiment as the core, set up several reconstruction teams, and then attract, gather, recruit those refugees through various channels, and encourage those who are interested in returning home and who have temporarily settled in other places to join the team and come back to rebuild their homes...

"The refugees only need the most basic survival guarantee. We can not only give them survival guarantees, but also give them construction tools and guidance. With the motivation to return to their homes and obtain land, there should be many responders. Use the experience of building a new Cecil, and organize a group of young clerks and new members of the Government Affairs Department who need experience. In addition, as the core construction corps, the scale of the reconstruction corps is enough to take them back from the hands of weeds and jackals before more land is completely abandoned."

"Take the land back from the hands of weeds and jackals...it can be used as a good propaganda symbol," Gao Wen nodded. While satisfied with these proposals, he was even more pleased with the growth of the Government Affairs Office officials like Norris over the years. "Is Norris's plan the end?"

Hetty nodded: "Yes."

"Then let me add that after the reconstruction team rebuilds the town and social order, they can take root and set up government affairs departments on the spot, and simultaneously complete the construction of transportation, communications, commerce and networking."

The eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain is already a piece of white paper. Gauven now needs to cover it directly with a complete Cecil order. When the wasteland is rebuilt, the fertile land in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain will become a "new land" like the southern border. This new land from the Rock Fortress from south to north can directly connect to the old capital Saint Sunil, or to the northern border and to the eastern border...

The wasteland that was once burned out will eventually grow new sprouts, and the flesh and blood that will grow after the rotten flesh will be healthier and stronger than before.
Chapter completed!