Chapter 200 I won’t pay for the upgrade!
"Are you Roger?"

"Yes."

"I remember Roger was very fat."

"I was really fat half a month ago, but I lost weight because I was so worried about the war and spent too much energy."

Standing by the Para River next to the castle, Witt spoke to Horn with a solemn oath.

"You goat, you are not Roger at all, who are you?"

Horn never expected that the disobedient old stonemason master would use a trick to change his fate for him.

He didn't recognize this skinny young man who was obviously taller and thinner than Rockel at all!
"Okay." Witt's identity was revealed. He admitted it without further explanation. "You cut off the Duke's head. The Rockel family was born in the city. He was too scared, so he entrusted this task to me."

After hearing the reason, Horn felt that the situation was tricky. Not everyone has the courage to confront the empire and the church.

"Who are you?" Horn looked at the young man.

"My name is Witt, Witt Rude, a full-fledged Mason of the Orthodox Revivalist order."

What does that mean? Upgraded because of a temporary replacement? Did that stubborn and weird old stonemason change his mind?
Facing Horn's suspicious eyes, Witt remained calm and said, "If you don't believe me, I can prove it. You can give me some more questions related to stonemasonry and I will answer them."

The damp wind blew on Horn's face, making him a little more awake. He turned around and got on his horse: "Well, I'm going to inspect the town nearby. You come with me."

Since food stockpiling is now progressing steadily, the first issue Horn has to deal with is housing.

He asked someone to call the previous stonemason Rocker to come and ask him to plan the entire camp. Now that he has a new person, he might as well not waste time on the written test and just try it out directly.

"Okay." Mounting on the mule, the stonemason named Witt followed closely behind Horn. After walking along the dirt road for about three minutes, the town in ruins came into view.

The once lifeless town was now filled with Salvation Army men and women, old and young.

In the ruins of the houses, young and strong men in short shirts, covered in sweat, laboriously used hemp ropes to lift the stone bricks from the ruins and transported them to the small square.

Among the broken walls and weeds, you can see moving heads. They are women, old people and children searching for usable furniture and materials among the ruins.

Likewise, useless waste is cleared out and piled on the roadside.

Piles of garbage of all sizes were pushed onto the streets and taken away by specialized people using wheelbarrows and thrown into the lake or chopped into firewood.

Although these Salvation Army soldiers were not from the old camp, they were the second batch of refugees that Horn recruited outside the city of Jeanne d'Arc. They had experience in clearing rivers and serving as boatmen, and their discipline was relatively better.

Although the overall look is chaotic, the individual actions are quite efficient, after all, they are cleaning the house for themselves.

In just half a day, they not only cleared out a piece of open space, but also placed a lot of building materials on the space, such as stones, wooden boards, and pit sand.

"I didn't expect this ruin to be so big." Horn hadn't noticed it before on the castle, but he realized it now.

If we only count the former residential area of ​​​​the craftsmen, it is estimated to be only two or three hectares in size. If we include the residential areas of the ancient Aiel people and beastmen, it is even around 40 hectares.

Looking around, behind the taller ruins are layers of shorter ruins, extending all the way to the forest not far away.

However, many of the areas where the beastmen live are shanty towns on the outskirts, which are equivalent to the urban-rural junction. Horn estimated that the real Gu'er City is about 20 hectares. "Horn... Your Excellency." Witt thought for a while, still only referring to the honorable people in general. He pointed to an intersection in front of him and said, "This is the main entrance to the entire city."

"How did you know?"

After getting off the mule, Witt pointed to the half-remaining gate post and said, "Look, this is the classic Elnia-style gate post made of volcanic ash concrete."

The ruins of the entire city were obviously built according to the model of Elmin City. The houses were divided into square blocks by roads and arranged inside the town like a chessboard.

Among them, there is a widest cross road, which runs horizontally from east to west and vertically from north to south. At the intersection of this cross road, which is the central area of ​​the entire city, there is a temple of the original Messianic sect (dedicated to the sacred tree).

White Elnia marble columns covered with moss support the triangular gables, but the roof of the temple has collapsed and disappeared.

As Horn walked by, he suddenly felt something sticking to his feet. He looked down and saw a bronze candlestick casually thrown away in the weeds.

He bent down to pick up the bronze candlestick, stroking its rough texture, and murmured in his hometown dialect that he hadn't used for a long time: "The palaces have all turned to dust."

Witt beside him was very excited. He even ran to the pillars of the temple, put his arms around them to measure the circumference, and touched the entire temple until Horn called him and he left reluctantly.

Next to the temple is a pond, which has turned into a cesspool after years of fermentation. Surrounding the pond is a deserted park.

Opposite the park is a semicircular theater and a central square consisting of official residences.

"The culture of the ancient El Empire, to a certain extent, inherited the culture of the Light Shepherd Clan in the Seven Hills Kingdom." Standing beside the semicircular theater, Witt pointed at the theater in front of him with fascination, "The Light Shepherd Clan believes that houses are just places to sleep, and the real place for elves to move around is public space.

What most distinguishes elves from other intelligent races is that they engage in a large number of public activities and philosophical speculation.

Therefore, the El Empire would build a large number of such parks, public baths, public theaters...even their public toilets were terraced toilets, making it convenient for them to debate and discuss philosophy with their fellow toilet users while defecating.

It is said that in ancient times, elves lived on sacred trees, and the rooms carved out of the sacred trees were very small.

It couldn't even be called a room, it was more of a bed, because it was built into the tree trunk with an open corridor next to it.

But the elves have made the public activity space very large, with one hall being able to accommodate thousands of people."

Following Witt's instructions, Horn looked up and saw that the theater should be built on a natural slope.

The seats are arranged in a stepped pattern, and bronze resonance cylinders can be seen next to the seats every few rows.

If we want to hold a meeting or announce something in the future, this would be a good place. The only drawback is that it is open-air.

Horn was still thinking about the renovation of the theater when Witt, who was standing next to him, suddenly ran a few steps in one direction and shouted excitedly, "Ah! Insula Apartment, it's so classic, so classic!"

"Your Majesty, let's..."

Looking at Witt running away, Horn had no choice but to follow him.

He now roughly believed in Witte's identity. In some of the conversations just now, Witte was not only very familiar with how the buildings in the Imperial Era were built, but he also had a deep understanding of Guelder architecture.

Could it be that he is really a formal stonemason?
Originally, he wanted Witt to follow him around the city, but now he is following Witt.

(End of this chapter)