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The winter in the four towns in the northwest is extremely cold. Although the barbarians from the ice field say that this is nothing, for ordinary people, every winter is extremely difficult to endure. It is common for those who are not in good health to die.

In fact, if the winter here is not so difficult, perhaps there will be more people fleeing from the Gold Coin Federation. Or perhaps it is precisely because the winter here is so harsh that the new refugees every year can have a living space.

"Although it sounds reasonable, I don't like it at all." Harman pushed his cart on the empty streets, with several frozen corpses on the cart. "I should have been a small businessman, setting up a small stall or walking around the streets. In the end, I became a corpse cleaner..."

He grumbled with dissatisfaction, but in fact he didn't have too many complaints about this job.

After all, thanks to this job, he can at least earn enough money to support himself.

In this cold winter, he can eat food every day, even if he is not full, which is considered happiness.

Well... it would be better if I could have slightly thicker clothes!

The ground in the town was not flat, and it was a bit difficult to push the crudely made flatbed cart. The dead on the cart jumped from time to time, and the bodies frozen stiff by the severe cold collided with each other, making a dull sound.

"Come on, Harman, you don't want to be one of them!" Harman said to himself, "The coldest period of this winter has passed. After surviving this month, you can continue to go north to the legendary playground! It is said that as long as you can arrive there alive, even if you don't know anything, you can learn a skill and live a peaceful life..."

Relying on such self-comforting words to encourage himself, or relying on labor to generate some heat in the body, he successfully survived the day, and the key was to earn money for food.

Compared with the day, the night is much easier to endure. There is no lord in the four towns in the northwest, and there is no law prohibiting deforestation. He has already stored a lot of firewood in his home. With the help of the traditional kang bed, the cold at night is nothing to be afraid of.

But the next day, a huge difficulty was placed in front of him.

"We don't need corpse pickers today." The sturdy captain of the guard waved his hand and said lightly, "There are one or two dead bodies on the roadside, it's no big deal. We can collect them together in two days."

Harman wisely gave up the idea of ​​begging, he knew it was useless.

Those people who died of freezing and starvation on the roadside, who didn't beg bitterly? But did that change their fate?

Forget it, go pick up some firewood. Just bear with being hungry for a day.

Facts have proved that being hungry in winter is really unbearable.

So every noon, he was already dizzy with hunger, sitting down in the middle of the firewood he had picked up with great effort, and could no longer stand up.

"It is said that all creatures that die in the Ash Forest will turn into skeletons and then become skeleton soldiers that appear at night." In the dizziness of exhaustion, he smiled bitterly and said to himself, "I wonder what I will look like when I become a skeleton soldier?"

"...Don't all skeleton soldiers look the same?" A little girl's voice came.

Harman barely moved his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a little girl wrapped in a thick robe, looking at him curiously. Not far behind her, there were several boys and girls who wrapped themselves like dumplings, and a woman wearing a waist-baring short shirt that was completely incompatible with the cold winter.

"Uncle, what are you doing lying on the ground?" The little girl came over and asked with a smile.

Harman smiled bitterly and replied, "Nothing, I'm starving or freezing. It doesn't matter."

The woman in the short-sleeved shirt waved her hand, and a red light fell on him, warming up his body that was almost frozen and unable to move. Then she asked a boy with a big backpack to take out some bread. Harman suddenly burst out with a speed he had never had in his life, grabbed the bread and gobbled it up.

This bread is really well made! It's soft and sweet, with a lot of oil in it. It tastes very delicious and not easy to choke.

Harman ate a whole piece of bread at the speed of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, but when he was about to eat the second piece, it was taken back by the woman in the short-sleeved shirt.

"If you eat any more, you'll eat yourself to death." Her voice was full of energy, as if it could burn. "I'm the magic artilleryman Felix. I plan to build my own magic academy here and do some urban construction. Are you willing to work for me?"

Haman bowed his head deeply without hesitation: "I can't repay you for saving my life. Please just give me your orders!"

"Don't mind. I'm not forcing you." Miss Felix said nonchalantly, "It's not my style to repay a favor, and anyone who sees this situation will do the same thing as me."

Will anyone do the same thing?

Haman lowered his head and recalled that he had hurriedly walked by people who were about to starve to death with food in his arms more than once.

He felt very small, as small as an ant.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Huishi Town. Miss Felix directly found the meeting place of the big shots who ruled the town. I don’t know what she said to those big shots. Anyway, by the time she came out, there was already a "Mayor of Powderstone Town" title.

Does a great magician who is not afraid of the cold need to be the mayor of a run-down town?

Haman was a little confused, especially when he noticed that Miss Felix's right hand was slightly stained with blood... This female magician seemed a little strange in both her dress and style.

Miss Felix noticed his gaze, smiled, grabbed a handful of snow on the side of the road and wiped the back of her hands clean: "In the past few years, the people I have dealt with are all overly powerful people, so when negotiating, I always I accidentally forgot to control my strength—but don’t worry, no one was killed.”

...Does the magician use fists to negotiate? Haman felt that something was wrong.

"Haha, don't worry about this little thing. Let's go, let's find a place to build a house."

Miss Felix and her students--that is, the boys and girls who wrapped themselves in rice dumplings--came to the place where Haman lived. The terrain here is open and it is close to the town wall, which is very convenient.

Then, this strange magician finally showed his ability to act like a magician.

She took out a gray wooden stick and pointed and drew on the open space, then the ground shook, and the soil that was frozen as hard as stone rolled up like living mud, forming the shape of a house, and then started again. Solidified and turned into the color of stone.

The work seemed to take a lot of effort, and even the energetic Miss Ferrex looked a little tired after the house was completed. She complained about things like "Change spells are really troublesome", something that Haman seemed to understand but didn't understand. She took out some quilts from a small bag and asked the students to decorate their rooms, while she stood at the door with her fingers outstretched. The flames burned a line of words on the wall next to the door of the strange, square house that looked like stacked boxes.

"My calligraphy is pretty good," she said proudly.

"...Sorry, I can't read."

"Don't worry about this little thing, just learn from it in the future." Miss Felix's interest was not affected at all, she said with a smile, "This is 'Isuca Magic School', you have to remember it well. Because from today on From now on, you are an employee of our school!”

After building the house, of course you need to purchase the necessary furniture. Miss Felix sent Harman to take the students to buy furniture and other things that might be used, while she stayed in charge of the magic school.

After everyone had gone away, she raised her head and looked into the sky where there seemed to be nothing.

"Your Majesty, Mask of the Void, do you think there is really any hope that this dilapidated town can be built?"

Sui Xiong's voice came from the empty air: "The so-called hope comes from despair, not to mention that this town has not yet reached despair. As long as you spend some time and energy, I think it should be able to recover. "

"But what does this town have? There must be something produced."

"If it is so easy to find the direction of revival, why should I invite you, a great magician with a business background?" Sui Xiong said with a smile, "It is not difficult to find powerful magicians, but magicians who know how to manage and build are more difficult to find. Less. You see, the Mystic Tower Federation is so big, there are many legendary mages, but how many legendary mages can make their own territory decent? Only a few such as Lamperus."

Felix laughed because of Sui Xiong's praise: "That's right. If anyone can do it, then there's no need for me to make a special trip!"

She jumped up and easily jumped to the roof, which was significantly higher than the houses next to it. She looked around at the low and dilapidated houses around her.

"Maybe I should find a painter to paint this scene." She used her hands to make a picture frame, encircling the scene in front of her inside the frame, and said with interest, "When my magic school becomes prosperous in the future, "This painting can be used as a souvenir to open the eyes of the new students and encourage them."

Sui Xiong, who was invisible in the air, smiled, waved his tentacles, and a picture scroll made of special materials that was impervious to water and fire appeared out of thin air and floated in front of her. On the scroll, it is the town of Huishi at this moment.

A run-down town, the whole place gave off an aura of depression and decadence, and even the guards seemed weak. Only the strange-looking square house on the edge of the town exuded a distinctive vitality.

"This is a good idea." He said, "Leave it to me. Every once in a while, I will draw a picture of this town to leave you with enough memories."