402 The Druids Are Here (2/2)

Hehe. You think I would believe that?

Roland shook his head and got off from the city wall, returning to the Magic Tower.

The Magic Tower was now empty. Everybody had been sent out, including the students.

They were helping their seniors by offering tea, mopping the floor, or delivering messages.

The kids weren't playing an important role, but they could learn devotion and diligence from their seniors.

As time went by, more and more poor people were applying for the job. Now, there were thirty bread distribution points, but they were still swarmed.

The inns and taverns under the banner of the Magic Tower had asked all their men to make bread in order to ensure the supply of food.

After several days, the wheat and flour in the warehouse of the Magic Tower disappeared at an unbelievable speed. They were running out in five days.

Thankfully, Roland had made arrangements. The first batch of merchants he sent out had shipped abundant flour with wagons, enough for three days of consumption.

More food was underway.

Though Roland had never commanded a large activity or project, as a man who had received twenty years of education, he was definitely knowledgeable and experienced in this world.

The logging project was not exactly challenging or technical. The only things that he needed to pay attention to were safety and supply.

He had been very careful. Vincent had been helping him, and he checked the daily consumption and supply every day, trying to make sure that everything was perfect.

The logging went quite well. Half of the forest in the north had been cut down. The nobles and celebrities in the city felt that they had known another Roland.

He had commanded almost twenty thousand people, offering them food and making them work in an orderly manner every day without any mistakes. He was apparently capable of commanding an army as a general.

Many nobles who weren't impressed by Roland gradually changed their opinion.

But John Junior broke even more items in his study.

Everything was on track.

But for some reason, Roland felt uneasy.

He stood on the city wall for an hour every day, checking if he had missed anything, but he found nothing. He got more and more anxious.

On this day, he was overseeing the work from the city wall as usual. It was snowing.

Vincent rode close from far away and rushed to the city wall. Panting, he said, ”Something is wrong. A lot of outsiders came to the forest. They seem to be all spellcasters, but they don't look like Mages. They're not friendly.”

Spellcasters?

Enlightened, Roland finally realized why he had been feeling ill at ease.

It was because of the Druids, the extremist environmentalists of this world!