Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The Puohuang Ling Academy District is a huge construction site located on a high slope, just two streets away from the Territory Public College. It is the construction site of the Harveyt-pended Institute of Magical Sciences.

Hundreds of construction workers were working vigorously in the snow in thick cotton uniforms and leather safety helmets sewn with rubber fruit coating.

The foundation of the huge building complex had been completed ahead of schedule under the day and night excavation of the alchemy beast. If it weren't for these big guys with steel, it would be harder to dig the frozen and hard soil layer in the middle of winter by relying solely on manpower than climbing to the sky. .

Once the construction is completed, ground operations and aerial operations are divided into two groups according to regulations. Personnel who are constructing on the second floor of a three or four-meter-high building must strictly abide by the safety procedures and tie them around the waist. Wear two safety ropes, one long and one short.

The head of the Ministry of Construction, Haru, stood in a temporary shed on the construction site. There were a pile of construction sub-prints spread on the wooden table, frowned and said to his subordinates: "The snow should gradually increase in the past few days. Please inform us. , let the aerial work team stop construction, and we will complete the ground part of the work first."

The subordinate nodded and came over and whispered, "Let them finish their work today before finishing their work... You also know that many people signed temporary work contracts. The winter celebration is coming soon, and everyone wants to make more money. Enjoy the festival.”

Haru poked his head out, looked at the tiny snowflakes falling in the sky, couldn't help but sigh, and compromised, "Okay, just finish today, let the security team keep a close eye on it."

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Barron was holding a half-extinguished cigarette roll in his mouth, with a thick and long safety rope tied around his waist, and was sitting on the two and a half-story main beam steel bars, doing his work he was responsible for - according to the construction design drawings , the walls of each building need to be buried in advance, and after the overall layout is completed, concrete is poured into the wall interlayer and sealed.

"Hey! Barron!" The coworkers from the same high-altitude group shouted loudly on another stone beam, "Drop a cigarette and roll it up! God, it's so cold today, I feel like my head is about to be frozen with the safety helmet. It's ".

Is it cold? Barron scratched his head, why did he feel a little sweaty on his chest vest?

He showed a honest smile to his worker, reached out and took a handful of tool bags on his waist, took out a handful of cigarettes and raised it, "You get down from the beam first, walk below me and throw it to you. you."

"It's really troublesome. Just throw it over." The worker raised his hand and pushed his safety helmet and urged, "No need to do this for nothing. Throw it towards me!"

Barron shook his head helplessly, squinted his eyes and aimed at him, raised his hand and threw the cigarette lightly at the other party, but it happened that a sharp cold wind blew over, and the cigarette that was originally flying straight towards his colleague was It swirled in the air, and fell to the end of the stone beam opposite. It rolled forward a few times and just stuck into a gap in the steel bar.

"Damn it! Didn't you point it at it and throw it over? You might be squinting your eyes, right?" The coworker smiled speechlessly, tried to stretch his hands and stretched out his hands to get it, but found that it was a bit short of it to touch it no matter what. To that, the length of the safety rope limits his range of movement on the stone beam.

"Forget it, after finishing work, I have a new box of cigarettes in the shed." Barron persuaded.

The coworker rubbed his face and said irritably, "Far-water cannot quench near thirst, I can't wait for that long..." As he said that, he reached out to touch his waist, preparing to unbutton the rope on the safety belt.

Seeing this, Barron hurriedly said, "Hey! Hey! Don't! You are not allowed to uncover the safety rope when you work at high altitudes. If the patrol team sees it, don't you want to work?"

The coworkers looked around and said disdainfully: "It's such a cold day, they are too lazy to climb up to do safety inspections. They probably are huddling in the shed to burn the fire now, don't worry!"

He untied the safety clamp, stood up with both hands on the stone beam, took two steps forward flexibly, bent down and pulled out the snow-covered from the gap of the steel bars. The dusty cigarette roll was held in his mouth and smiled proudly at Barron.

But just as he was about to turn around and return, he didn't know whether it was because of the icy and snow on the stone beams, or whether he was so proud that he couldn't maintain his balance. Suddenly, his feet staggered and slipped and fell down.

Fortunately, the safety belt worn around his waist saved him at a critical moment. A steel bar that stretched out just hooked his belt, leaving the whole person hanging there.

"Damn! Damn!" The cigarette in the coworker's mouth fell so scared that he fell down, but the person hung in the air and did not dare to struggle at all. The height of the two and a half floors was nearly eight meters, and the lower floor was filled with indoor shops. The prismatic stone used for installation will be half broken if it is not dead if it falls down.

Barron was so scared that he almost flew away, and quickly shouted, "Don't move! Don't move, the safety belt is only half closed, and the steel bar can't stand the weight of your entire person!"

Seeing that the worker was in danger, he didn't care about any safety construction regulations. He quickly turned around and untied the safety rope hanging around his waist. At the same time, he took off the thick work clothes he wore, threw them forward and spread them flat. He threw it on the construction scaffolding that was nearly two meters away from the stone beam. He was going to use the scaffolding as a springboard to jump directly from the air to the stone beam where the coworker was located. There were work clothes on it, at least he would not be able to leave when he landed. It fell down because the snow was too slippery.

The movement in the sky has attracted the attention of the ground construction team. They also saw the workers hanging on the steel bars and swaying. They screamed and ran up the stairs, wanting to help save people.

But the steel bar that carried all the weight obviously couldn't wait for the rescue to arrive. It had bent to a terrible angle that would almost immediately cause the safety belt to slip off.

Barron couldn't wait any longer. He took a deep breath and kicked the stone beam hard. He jumped onto the scaffolding with a bang, and stood firmly on the clothes under his feet. Then, without any delay, he took another big step and landed on the stone beam on the opposite side.

His balance was obviously much better than that of the worker who lost his footing. Although the stone beam was slippery, he could still stand firmly. He walked quickly to the top of the worker's hanging position like a circus tightrope walker, clamped his legs on the stone beam and sat down, bent down and stretched out his hand to the worker who was hanging in the air and dared not move.

"Quick! Hold my hand!"

The worker was so scared that cold sweat flowed down to the edge of his eyelids and he dared not blink. He gritted his teeth and responded: "No, I can't reach it!"

As he spoke, the steel bar fell down and bent again, and the safety belt slowly slid down. Seeing this, Barron could only grit his teeth and use his legs to tightly twist the stone beam. He hung himself upside down with a golden hook, and reached out to grab the worker's belt.

Now there are two people hanging on the stone beam...

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But Barron's muscular legs seemed to be much stronger than the thin steel bars. He suddenly shouted, and actually pulled the worker with one hand, relying on the strength of his waist and abdomen to do a pull-up, and forced himself and the worker back to sit on the stone beam.

The crowd below couldn't help but burst into exclamation, "Damn, this guy is really a monster of strength!"

The security inspection team hurriedly walked to the bottom of the building and shouted at the two people: "Tie the safety rope immediately and roll down!"

...

It's over! This temporary job that I applied for with great difficulty will also be lost...

Barron's heart tightened, and he climbed down from the height reluctantly. His face flushed and he stood there waiting to be scolded, praying in his heart that his salary for today would not be deducted.

A young man with beautiful short golden hair, pale complexion and tall figure suddenly left the crowd and led a group of guards to the center of the crowd. He looked around and locked his eyes on Barron.

"Barron, 22 years old, a quarter-blooded wasteland half-orc, it's you, right?"

Barron was stunned and answered confusedly: "I am..."

The blond man clapped his hands happily and smiled: "Not bad, not bad, it fits the appearance and temperament of the male protagonist in my mind!"