After the first crow of the rooster in Graywhite Territory, Isha got up on time.
Thanks to the special care from Lind and Lena, Isha was assigned a tent all to herself.
It was uncertain whether it was due to the comfortable tent with soft cushions or because she had finally settled down, but Isha rarey had a good night’s sleep.
Last night, Lind and Isha talked until late, discussing not only class theory and contradictions but also some issues regarding the secularization of the Church of the Light Goddess, specifically the portion relating to liberation theology.
Of course, in the end, even though they proposed numerous measures regarding secularization, Lind still did not agree to build a church in the territory.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but rather that he couldn’t do it right now.
Moreover, Lind had arranged a more significant task for Isha.
“Good morning, are you having breakfast?”
“Of course, I still haven’t finished the brick-moving task I took yesterday, so I can grab some breakfast today as well.”
On the way, two sturdy young men were joking and laughing as they walked toward the breakfast distribution area.
Isha saw that the refugees she had brought yesterday were also up and looking at the two men eating breakfast with envious eyes.
They had just arrived in the territory and were left to choose their work last, although they could eat two meals a day, it was still not as good as those who did labor work.
To those refugees, the jobs that weren’t manual labor but could yield more food were the ones everyone scrambled to do.
Lind set the work points for these refugees, but unlike those people before, this group of refugees’ household registrations were mostly untraceable, so Lind categorized these refugees as a single group.
Except for some who had skills as craftsmen or other specialized skills, the remaining refugees had to work for a period and accumulate a certain number of work points to officially become subjects.
Almost everyone had no objections to this; rather, the refugees were very satisfied with the current situation, not to mention that as long as they worked hard, they could all become free individuals.
Seeing the treatment of the formal subjects, these refugees would work even harder, and many who had actually been craftsmen before intended to find the relevant person in charge to try their luck.
Isha saw Bruno had also gotten up early and was working with several refugees to create that magical waterwheel.
Inventing similar devices wasn’t difficult; even if other nobles had invented them, they would probably just be toys for amusement. It was only in Graywhite Territory that the lord had genuinely applied this to agriculture.
Next to Bruno, an official who seemed to be a guard from the lord, named Lauri, was walking around Bruno, praising him as a good candidate for a soldier and continually asking Bruno whether he wanted to work under him.
The honest and somewhat dull Bruno was merely studying the dragonbone waterwheel curiously.
“Good morning, Teacher Neubert.”
Isha turned her head towards the source of the voice and found Lena was riding a strange two-wheeled contraption, greeting her.
“Lady Lars, please don’t mock me.”
Lind had assigned Isha the role of a teacher in the territory while also being the principal of the territory’s first school.
Lena felt nothing wrong with this “punishment” because, in her experience, her teachers usually ended up being tortured to the point of regretting their teaching careers and crying to their grandfathers about wanting to resign.
“I’m going to have breakfast; do you want to join me?”
After saying that, Lena patted the back seat of her vehicle.
“No, I’m also a traitor in need of redemption, and I shouldn’t be eating breakfast for free.”
Isha’s refusal was quite firm, while Lena casually replied, “If you don’t want to, then forget it. Come find me when you’re hungry. I just heard Lind say that bastard Jagger really deserves to die for not listening to grandpa’s orders. However, you did kill a noble after all.”
After saying this, Lena gave Isha a thumbs-up and said, “Do well in school, and strive to come out soon. If you have any difficulties, talk to me.”
Then Lena rode away on her bicycle, accompanied by a large group of knights also on bicycles.
Isha felt a bit dazed; this woman, rumored in the royal capital to be a jealous woman, a disgrace to nobles, a vile offspring of the Northern Border, appeared so easy-going. She certainly didn’t seem like a bad person.
Though she did seem a little dim-witted.
However, it was said that those magical waterwheels in the territory were designed by this disgrace to the nobles, which made it difficult to see through her.
The thousand refugees had not all been processed yet; in the food aid distribution area, many refugees were still waiting for registration. However, most were not as anxious as they had been when they first arrived yesterday since they had already had their fill.
Some grassroots officials were using homemade megaphones made of paper to explain the regulations of the territory to the refugees, and Isha sat among the crowd, listening intently.
No wonder Isha previously heard Old Jack the village chief say that this territory had many rules; even using the toilet in Graythorn Territory required the lord to oversee it.
Nobles often had some strange quirks and particularly liked to propose some abstract requests. Isha had previously seen a viscountess demand that all the petals of flowers in her garden be cut to the same quantity.
But the stipulations of Graythorn Territory did not give such a feeling; these regulations were not the lord’s whims or odd preferences but genuinely beneficial rules for the subjects.
Soon, Lena’s hydraulic hammer was finally completed under the hard work of the knights.
Isha also arrived by the riverbank to observe what was referred to as the magical tool, designed by the lord and lady of the territory.
Watching the working transmission mechanism and hammer as the water wheel turned, Isha’s eyes lit up; this was a machine that could be driven without any magic power, just like the waterwheels in the territory. Could humans truly achieve such near-incredible feats without relying on magic?
The exposed transmission mechanisms interacted in harmony, resembling a beautiful dynamic painting that captivated everyone’s gaze.
Even those knights who had been made to toil by Lena looked astonished at their work’s results at that moment.
Lind was also very astonished, but not because of the hydraulic hammer; although he felt some exhilaration seeing the successful activation of the hydraulic hammer, what truly shocked him was that the alchemical materials were indeed useful.
Though expensive, they perfectly met the standards Lind had set, the hammer’s force was uniform and stable, and its speed and transmission smooth. With proper maintenance, this hydraulic hammer would surely last a hundred or eighty years without issue.
These materials even met modern materials science standards.
Before crossing over, Lind had heard a saying: all problems encountered in modern science are material science problems.
Now, material issues had been solved in a simple and straightforward way.
Could it be said that as long as there was magic power, those magicians could even manually create a greenhouse superconductor?
That might be a bit exaggerated, but in this era, materials created by alchemists using magic power had certainly surpassed the demands of the time.
Beside them, Lena, seeing the hydraulic hammer she had labored so long to activate successfully, excitedly hugged Lind and shouted, “Brother, I did it! We did it!”
Lena was wearing armor, and Lind almost stumbled from the sudden hug, managing to regain his balance after a spin or two and then gently patted Lena’s head, saying, “Yes, Lady Lars, you’re simply a genius. With this, we can consider large-scale production of armor.”
Being able to conceive the general idea of the hydraulic hammer without ever having seen one and then putting it into practice, Lena was undoubtedly an engineering genius.
Hearing someone sincerely praise her, Lena’s eyes even welled up with tears of excitement.
Since childhood, Lena had many wild ideas, but due to her identity, most of her classes had been etiquette courses. In this area, she had no talent, and coupled with her inability to read the room and lack of political insight, even the royal family members, including the fourth prince, had never treated Lena kindly.
Lind was the first person, aside from Duke Lars, to support Lena’s eccentric ideas, which made her feel she had found a kindred spirit. Excitedly, Lena said to Lind, “When I return to the royal capital, I definitely want you to be the prime minister, so you can support me in these wild ideas!”
Upon hearing this, Lind could only respond with an awkward yet polite smile, not expecting Lena would still hold onto this matter. As he listened to her incessantly speak about what she would do when she returned to the royal capital, Lind suddenly wanted to take back his earlier statement.
