Your Majesty, the Spectacle Has Missed the Country!

Chapter 2 Letters from afar

[Task 1: Build a hanging garden]

From the first time Bruno opened the wonder construction system to now, he would feel a touch of sadness every time he saw this task.

Are you kidding...? ! !

Turn on the hell level difficulty right from the start?

ah! This damn system!

You know, for Bruno, this is not a game, and the hanging garden cannot be built by simply putting up a few trees or hitting a few hammers.

Most people must be more or less familiar with the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, which is known as one of the seven wonders of the world. This miracle, whose existence is still controversial, really makes Bruno unable to start.

When Bruno focused his consciousness on the task entry, he saw a flash of golden light, and a large introduction about the Hanging Gardens of Babylon appeared with a breath of Baidu Encyclopedia.

After quickly scanning through the nonsense, in general, the last sentence is the finishing touch: the true face of the Sky Garden is still hidden in the fog of history...

Bruno wanted to curse, he felt ten thousand grass and mud horses racing in his mind...

You asked me to build a hammer without any reference or instructions!

Not to mention how much manpower and material support it takes to build a wonder, Bruno doesn't even know what the hanging garden looks like now.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

Bruno stood up and opened the door, and saw the old butler Ford standing in front of the door with his waist bent, followed by his valet Shabi.

"come in."

As Bruno spoke, he turned around, walked straight to his desk, and sat down.

The old butler Ford can be regarded as an old man in the castle. He was Bruno's father's personal servant in his early years and followed him around.

Bruno's father, Adam Stuart, was once an imperial military commander. He later made great achievements in suppressing the rebellion in the province of Exeter, and was named the hereditary Earl of Idar City by the Regent Council.

The old butler Ford, who accompanied Bruno's father on the battlefield and defeated enemy chiefs, can be said to be the person Bruno trusts and relies on the most.

"Sir, this is a letter from the Regency Council."

The old housekeeper, who was over fifty years old, handed over a letter.

The seal was printed with the double-headed eagle emblem of the Regency Council. The emblem was surrounded by an aura of magic. This was a special method in this world used to ensure the privacy of letters.

In the original memory, the Regency Council of the Norman Empire can be regarded as the highest authority of the Norman Empire. Especially when the royal family was in a weak position, the regency council composed of five nobles could be said to have monopoly power.

Bruno took the letter and couldn't help but feel a little confused. The Regent Council was too far away for these small nobles who were in the fringe areas. They almost never interacted with it on weekdays, but he didn't know whether this sudden letter was good or bad.

While Bruno was reading the letter, the old butler Ford and the valet Sabi naturally retreated to the door, waiting for the Lord's instructions.

"The Regent Council will recruit tens of thousands of laborers from across the country to build the statue of the god. Even our county has to provide fifty civilians who believe in the church."

After reading the letter, Bruno said in a deep voice.

"Building statues of gods?" Old Butler Ford frowned, "Isn't that a matter of the church?"

Bruno shook the envelope and said: "But it was issued in the name of the Regency Council."

"Are serfs okay? If we forcibly recruit civilians, I'm afraid we will have to use the family's private soldiers." Old Ford said solemnly.

Bruno glanced at the letter again and shook his head helplessly.

Commoners were different from the personal dependence of serfs. They were free people who owned their own fields and only had to pay part of the tax to the lord every year.

As for the common people who believe in the church, most of them have a little bit of money at home. Only fools will voluntarily travel across mountains and rivers to do hard work for you.

"Archbishop Myers dreamed of entering the divine world and was grateful for the teachings of the gods..." Bruno read word for word, "Recruiting tens of thousands of civilians to build statues of gods in order to repay the gods' favor and redeem their sins..."

etc……

Bruno seemed to suddenly think of something...

Build a statue?

But...who in this world can truly see the face of God?

It is nothing more than the imagination of the world.

However, in this case...can I build a so-called hanging garden based on my imagination?

Bruno felt that his idea still made some sense.

With a thought, the familiar words appeared in Bruno's field of vision again.

[From the first sprout of life underwater to the giant beasts of the Stone Age...]

It was the familiar boot animation again, and after a moment, the system finally loaded successfully.

Looking past the property panel on the left, Bruno couldn't wait to re-read the task of building a hanging garden.

It seems... the system does not require itself to be built according to a certain standard...

So... this is actually an open proposition?

Although it still seems very difficult...but this at least leaves a little leeway for myself.

"Sir? Lord Count?"

The old butler Ford saw Bruno's eyes suddenly wandering, so he waved his hand and called softly.

Shabi on the side quickly whispered: "You have not been at home these days. When I was serving the master, the master was often deep in thought. You see... our master is indeed a noble man with great wisdom!"

"Is...is that so?" Old Butler Ford was stunned for a moment and looked at Bruno again. Sure enough, his master seemed to be thinking deeply and strategizing.

"Master is really working too hard... He has to take on the heavy responsibility of managing a territory at the age of seventeen or eighteen..." Old Ford suddenly felt emotional: "Sabi, tell the kitchen to make some more black pudding for Master in the evening. Eat, but be sure to replenish your body."

"Yes, the villain knows." Shabi quickly replied.

Exiting from the system interface, Bruno looked at the two people who were whispering.

"What are you talking about?" Bruno asked with a smile.

"Replying to the master, the old butler saw that you are busy with everything, so he specially ordered the little man to prepare more black pudding in the kitchen."

The smile on Bruno's face suddenly stiffened.

"It's better not to use it...just prepare more white bread...forget it, UU reading www.uukanshu.net I will go to the kitchen to take a look later."

"How can this be done? Master, how can you go to the place where the servants are waiting..."

Before Old Ford could finish speaking, Bruno raised his hand and interrupted the old butler.

"That's it..." Bruno changed the topic: "As for recruiting civilians, there is no need to be too anxious. Old Ford, I will give you three days to conduct a census in Idar City."

"What's the general population?" Old Ford was a little confused.

"The census is to register all civilians and serfs living in Idar City. It not only requires names and ages, but also their occupations, addresses, relatives and friends, and other relevant information."

Census, this is Bruno's careful consideration. Although Idar City is now his own fiefdom, he knows almost nothing about all aspects of Idar, and he can only have a rough estimate of the actual population.

After all, the original owner of this body was an extremely absurd aristocratic gentleman who only cared about having fun all day long and didn't care much about the territory.

"But what's the use of this?" Old Ford asked doubtfully.

"Of course it works." Bruno said.

"For example, let's take this recruitment of civilians as an example. If we have all the information on civilians, we can directly conduct a preliminary screening through our files and first identify those gophers who are idle and causing trouble all day long. Pick out all the gangsters...Similarly, people who are talented in various aspects can also be roughly sorted out through the census. In short, although it seems a bit troublesome at the moment, it will be of great use in the future."

"Understood, sir, I'll do it right now." Old Ford said thoughtfully.