Wintertown, Architects Association.
“Your Highness is…”
“Hmm?” Trist widened his eyes, looking at him.
Craftsman Kerr swallowed the second half of the sentence, “Are you crazy?”, back into his stomach.
Damn this foul mouth!
It almost cost me my head.
Kerr continued:
“Lord Trist, you should know that this is simply impossible to do.”
“No matter how much we rush the schedule, it’s impossible to build a shelter that can accommodate thousands of people within a few days.”
Trist snorted coldly: “Enough! His Highness has his own way, you only need to provide the construction plan for the shelter!”
The craftsmen did not dare to continue angering Trist, and could only hurriedly answer in the affirmative.
“…Yes.”
Refugee camp.
Over a thousand refugees were settled here.
Around them were warning lines pulled up by the Knights Order, not allowing refugees to leave this area without authorization.
The refugees did not dare to complain about anything.
After all, now there was food to eat, which was at least much better than before outside the town.
However, some people were unhappy.
“Damn it, the Knights Order has placed the surrounding area under martial law, and the refugees are not allowed to leave the designated range at all.”
“Those knights must have sold us out!”
The Assassin Captain pressed down his palm, signaling everyone to calm down.
“It doesn’t matter, they are in the light and we are in the dark, sooner or later we will have the opportunity to approach the Sixth Prince.”
“Furthermore, although the refugees’ food problem has been resolved,”
“camping outside in such cold weather, I’m afraid quite a few people will freeze to death in a single night.”
“In a few days, they will start making trouble.”
“We only need to guide them further, and a riot will be inevitable.”
The Assassin Captain’s words made all the assassins nod.
Why most lords would never choose to welcome refugees into the city even when distributing food for disaster relief.
It was simply because there was nowhere for these refugees to live.
If the refugees had no place to live, they would freeze to death.
After death, the corpses had to be disposed of promptly, otherwise in the event of an infectious disease, the entire territory would be turned upside down.
But if you died outside, there wouldn’t be so many problems.
Anyway, since they didn’t die on my territory, it wasn’t my responsibility.
Whether from the perspective of avoiding responsibility or considering comprehensive interests, not treating refugees as human beings was the most rational choice for a lord.
Right now, Levi not only gave these refugees food, but also brought them into the town for collective resettlement, undoubtedly committing the mistake most easily made by a young lord.
They only need to quietly wait for the situation to ferment and get out of control.
Although they didn’t know where Levi had gotten so many potatoes to relieve the refugees before.
But now you couldn’t possibly conjure up houses for these refugees to live in, right?
As long as they assassinated Levi, they would be able to return to Winterhold and collect the generous reward given by the Seventh Prince.
Promotions and titles would not be a problem at all!
Thinking of everything in the future, the assassins smiled tacitly.
Of course, the premise was that they had to stay alive after the assassination, so none of these assassins took desperate measures.
After all, only by living could they enjoy it; once dead, they wouldn’t be able to enjoy a damn thing.
…
Lords Mansion, Levi’s office.
The construction craftsmen invited by Trist stood tremblingly in front of Levi, not daring to show any offense.
“Your Highness, regarding your request, we have completed it.”
“This is the blueprint.”
The craftsmen handed the refugee housing blueprint to Levi.
The style, quantity, and area of the resettlement housing were very detailed.
The representative of the construction craftsmen, Kerr, introduced:
“Now it is winter and farming is impossible, so the number of commoners that can be conscripted is large.”
“But even so, it is estimated that building temporary resettlement housing for the refugees will take about three months.”
Three months?
Hearing this number, Levi shook his head.
If it really took three months to build, wouldn’t all those refugees freeze to death?
This was the dead of winter; if a hundred people survived after three months, it would be a miracle.
“I only give you three days.”
Craftsman Kerr immediately knelt down to beg for mercy: “Your Highness, even if we worked non-stop every day, it would be impossible to finish!”
“I am not deliberately making things difficult for you. I have refined a new type of building material, which can definitely shorten the construction period.”
Saying that, Levi took out a Cobblestone.
The craftsmen looked at the block in Levi’s hand with puzzled expressions.
“Your Highness, this is…”
Levi didn’t say anything, and led everyone to the back garden.
At this moment, attendants were still continuously accelerating the ripening of potatoes.
Peter, the person in charge of the task appointed by Levi, was still wholeheartedly guiding the potato planting work.
The potato yield in the warehouse had also reached tens of thousands.
The craftsmen naturally saw the bizarre phenomenon of the potatoes being artificially ripened, and incomparable shock appeared in their eyes.
They couldn’t believe their eyes.
But compared to this, Levi’s next operation drove them completely crazy.
Levi quickly placed and stacked the Cobblestone, and in just over ten seconds, a small stone house was built.
A very standard, square matchbox house, one of the mandatory lessons for every Minecraft player.
!?
Even Trist and Isabella, who had anticipated it early on, were shocked by Levi’s operation at this moment.
Thirteen seconds.
Isabella gave the precise number.
Within thirteen seconds.