I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

"Take it well. From now on, there is your only cloth. You are not allowed to wear any other clothes outside."

He took Andrew, who had already registered, to the preparation room. The young man named Marin threw a military uniform at him ferociously.

Andrew looked around.

The earth-green grass looked old and shabby from inside to outside.

Andrew also found a piece of paper sewed together with the clothes at the entrance of the bag.

There was still a vague washed name on it, which could be vaguely distinguished: Monaco.

"What does Monaco mean?" Andrew asked.

Taking a glance at it, Marin said impatiently, "The last owner of this cloth."

"Will your clothes be for two people?"

"Yes."

"Then where is Monaco?"

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"He is my best friend."

"No, will you take off the clothes of the dead and continue to wear them?" Andrew couldn't believe what he had seen in any Magic Association.

With a disdainful look at Andrew, Marin said, "We are not as rich as you. Clothes are very important resources for us.

Don't be so stubborn. Put on your clothes and go to work."

Although Andrew felt a little disgusted to wear the dead cloth, he had to put them on and followed Marin outside.

Outside, a small team of seventy or eighty people had been lined up and ready to go.

"This is my main line. You get back to the line." As he spoke, he kicked Andrew and said, "Hurry up! Go!"

Although Andrew was not used to it, he thought it should be the style of the rebellions, so he didn't mind and went to the end of the line.

"Gentlemen, this is Andrew, a second-class soldier. I believe you have heard of his name.

The noble young man of the Law School came from the mortal world to experience life.

You have to take good care of him for me in the future."

Marin said the word "Care" very hard, presumably not literally.

As soon as he finished his words, the soldiers also cast malicious glances at him.

"Everyone! Turn right! Let's go!"

The whole team walked to the south of the camp at the same pace.

The rebellions called themselves the Heavenly Party, and their internal system was completely different from that of the Magic Association.

Especially in the army.

The Magic Association supported elite education, and the Heavenly Party supported unity as power.

People with good talent would be popular wherever they went, but in the Heavenly Party, they paid more attention to team training.

Unless they had extremely outstanding talent, everyone had to receive equal education to complete equal tasks.

And the division of the army was also very interesting.

There were nine people in a team, three teams in a row, three rows in a company, and so on. The team was expanded into three levels: class, row, company, camp, regiment, brigade, division, and army.

Sometimes, there was an exception for companies above this level.

For example, the strong company meant that there should be four rows.

For example, the bomb company meant that all the members of the company were mages and equipped with wands.

In that case, the combat effectiveness of this kind of unit was naturally above the ordinary unit of the same level.

The team was not fast, and everyone had to walk at the same pace.

This slow pace made Andrew very impatient.

Following the army, Andrew soon arrived at the southernmost part of the camp.

Marin made a few gestures in front of the forest.

Suddenly, the forest in front of him twisted a few times like a mirage.

To Andrew's astonishment, the dense forest slowly disappeared and turned into vast farmland of at least seven hundred or eight hundred acres.

Illusion?

No, no! Even the top demonic skills might not be able to hide in such a perfect disguise.

In the huge garden, there were all kinds of fields. More than a dozen old men were staggering and busy in the field.

It was still cold in spring, but these old people's faces were covered with sweat.

As worked very hard to grow, everyone had a happy smile on their faces.

"Go to work!"

Without giving a detailed explanation, Herry ordered all the soldiers to pick up the nearby farm tools and go to the field together.

Everyone seemed to know what they were going to do. They could immediately find a job and devote themselves to it.

Andrew was stunned and held a spade. He didn't know where to start now.

"Andrew, a second-class soldier. What are you doing?" Marin roared and rushed over.

Andrew didn't know what to say at that moment.

"I asked you what you were doing!" Marin's voice was as loud as thunder.

"I have never planted a plot of land," Andrew said.

"Say 'Sir' when you answer my question!"

"Err... sir, I've never been to a planting place."

"Oh, yeah. So, you are a shit-making machine who can only eat and shit without even planting land? Second-class soldier Andrew!"

"Hey, you don't have to say that, do you? I..."

"Fuck off!"

Marin raised his leg and was about to kick Andrew out.

However, there was a huge gap in the magic power between him and Andrew. Even if Andrew was not prepared, he could bear the impact of seven or eight tons without precaution.

When he kicked him, he felt that he had kicked an iron plate, which was so painful that the bones of his toes seemed to be about to crack.

"Well, are you okay?" Andrew wanted to help him, but he pushed him away.

Marin felt embarrassed.

He endured the pain and slapped Andrew on the head. Pointing at the wasteland beside him, he shouted, "Go to open the wasteland and dig the drain channel! Don't eat until the wasteland is dug out!"

Andrew had no choice but to carry the shovel and clumsily walked to the wasteland nearby.

He was used to using magic in everything. It was the first time that he worked with physical strength. Andrew had experienced unprecedented hardships.

Even without the magic power, Andrew's arm strength was more than a ton.

But for solid and muddy soil, every time a sheep's horn shovel was inserted into it, he would feel a strong resistance.

Andrew was very fast, but after the fifty acres of land were dug, he had a strong sense of exhaustion.

As for others.

The old men, who were about sixty or seventy years old, moved slowly as if they were not tired at all.

"Are you tired? Drink some water?"

An old man said with a smile as he saw Andrew gasping for breath.

"Thank... Thank you." Andrew took the kettle and drank it up.

He had never thought that water would be so sweet.

"By the way, aren't you tired? I see you don't have magic power, and you are weak. Why aren't you tired?" Andrew asked curiously.

The old man smiled and said, "Of course, you are tired of using brute force. Come on, let me teach you."

He picked up the spade, pointed at Andrew, and said, "Have you seen the pole on the handle of the spade? It's for stepping. Have you tried?"

Andrew had a try and found that it was much easier to step on it with his feet.

The old man smiled and gave Andrew some advice.

Only then did Andrew realize that there were so many secrets in life. The use of a shovel alone contained many skills.

As a member of mage, he had never worried about clothes, food, or transportation.

A seemingly ordinary meal was likely to be the result of several ordinary people's hard work for a day.

After a short break, Andrew went back to his work.

"How is he doing?"

Outside the field, Mia walked over from a distance.

"Hostess." Looking at her heroic appearance, Marin's face turned red and his eyes were full of expectation.

But he restrained himself and said, "He is such a mess. He doesn't know anything. He is spoiled."

"Really?" Mia looked at Andrew for a while.

A sense of jealousy rose in Marin's heart when he noticed this.

Seeing that Mia didn't look away from him for a long time, Marin was a little anxious. He walked up to her and said, "Mia, are you free tonight? Do you want to have dinner with me?"

Mia turned around and gave him an indifferent look.

"I'm busy."

"Okay."

"By the way, you need to call me commander in chief on the formal occasion. Marin, you are an old soldier now. You don't need me to teach you this kind of thing."

After saying that, Mia inspected the work for a while, turned around, and left.