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Chapter 98 Assigning Tasks

Marcus took off again, heading back to fetch the apprentices.

Standing beside Michael, now dressed in a servant's garb, was Arnan. Though both were fatigued from their overnight meeting, their eyes gleamed with determination.

Arnan, in particular, seemed elated at the chance to achieve the reforms he could never realize in his previous life. His dream of using magic to improve lives had been the very reason for his execution in the Holy Kingdom.

As Arnan marveled at this new opportunity, he silently expressed his gratitude to his lord. Michael, the one who had resurrected him and would help him fulfill his vision, began to speak.

The plan that Michael and Arnan had carefully devised the night before was now ready for implementation. Michael stood in the empty village square, overgrown with weeds, and addressed the masters gathered before him.

"Alright, let's assign tasks!" his voice rang out.

He turned to the Pyromancy school first.

"Pyromancy school! You will collaborate with the Geomancy school to produce bricks. Can you do it?"

The Pyromancy master, Vulkan, looked at the Geomancy master in confusion.

Bricks? How are we supposed to make bricks?

Seeing their puzzled expressions, Michael elaborated with a smile.

"The Geomancy school will extract clay and soil from the ground and mold it into brick shapes. After that, the Pyromancy school will dry and fire the bricks to complete the process."

Michael paused and pointed toward the distant mountains.

"The clay can be sourced from the lakes and highlands beyond the mountains. It's the perfect environment for extracting mud and sand. Simple, right?"

An awkward silence fell over the group.

What kind of nonsense is this? Vulkan stepped forward, voicing his objection.

"We've never done anything like this! We don't even know how to make bricks!"

His frustration resonated with the other masters, who nodded in agreement.

Michael, unfazed, looked straight at Vulkan and said with an air of confidence,

"Brickmakers will arrive today to teach you the basics. Once you use magic, the process will speed up considerably. The more you practice, the better you'll get."

He added casually, as if it were the simplest thing in the world,

"We're not rebuilding the entire village from scratch, just making some repairs. You'll only need about ten million bricks."

Ten million?! Is that a name or a quantity?

While the Pyromancy and Geomancy schools grappled with the sheer scale of the task, Michael moved on.

"Next, the Hydromancy school! You'll work with the Mist school to clean the polluted village, castle, and house interiors."

Pausing to catch his breath, Michael continued,

"The Hydromancy school will use high pressure water to remove dirt, and the Mist school will handle the finer cleaning and drying."

Yurik, the master of the Mist school, looked alarmed and started to step forward, but Michael raised a hand to stop him.

"I know you can do it," Michael said firmly.

"The Mist school's magic can handle both cleaning and drying. There are three more villages of a similar size. You'll start as soon as the apprentices arrive."

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Yurik hesitated, but eventually retreated without a word.

The masters turned to look at the village. Its massive scale left them speechless. There are three more villages like this?

It's possible, they thought, exchanging glances, but we'll have to work the apprentices to the bone.

Michael noted their reactions with a glance and moved on to the next task. He was pleased to see the wisdom in separating the apprentices from their masters; the apprentices would be the ones doing the hard labor, while the masters merely supervised from a distance.

"Metallurgy school, Cryomancy school, and Volcanology school!"

The named masters straightened nervously as Michael's gaze swept over them.

"The lake above us contains volcanic activity, so there's a good chance groundwater flows beneath the village."

Michael gestured toward the ground, drawing all eyes downward.

"The Volcanology school will detect the groundwater first. Then, using magic circles, you'll channel geothermal energy to create hot water flows."

Kuohto, the oldest master of the Volcanology school, stepped forward, his face grim.

"That will require an astronomical number of mana stones. It's possible, but where are we supposed to get so many?"

Michael chuckled lightly.

"Have you forgotten? Marcus is a red dragon and can summon fire spirits. Use them."

His next words made the Volcanology masters flinch.

"Also, I know you have lava crystals. Each one can be exchanged for a vial of dragon or Sphinx ichor. What do you think?"

Kuohto's eyes lit up. Fire spirits and lava crystals? That would allow for perpetual energy production.

Sure, the fire spirits would be sacrificed and trapped underground as energy sources, but who cares about their plight? The other masters were plotting to work their apprentices to exhaustion—what rights did spirits have in such a world?

Satisfied with the Volcanology school's reluctant agreement, Michael turned to the Cryomancy school.

"Cryomancy school!"

Aurora, their representative master, raised her head nervously at his call.

"You'll create wells for the groundwater to flow through. Freeze the ground to stabilize the structure, then melt it to excavate," Michael explained.

Whew. That doesn't sound too bad, Aurora thought, feeling a moment of relief. This task seemed simpler than she had feared.

But her relief was short lived.

"You'll only need to dig down about 1 to 2 kilometers to channel the geothermal energy effectively. It shouldn't be too difficult right?" Michael added nonchalantly.

"Don't forget to coordinate with the Volcanology school to reinforce the ground," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

Why don't you try it yourself, you bastard!

Aurora barely restrained the urge to hurl her staff at him. Her frustration dissipated, however, when she caught sight of Miaomiao lazily wagging her tail, exuding an air of indifference.

This wasn't going to be easy, but there was no turning back now.

As Michael observed Aurora's shifting expressions while assigning her tasks, he swiftly moved on to the next group before she reached her limits