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Gul City lacks high-level professionals, that is, magicians or great knights and above.
The difference in combat between high-level and low-level professionals are two completely different concepts.
Zhang Mu equipped his army with modified Blue Star weapons, which would definitely be enough to deal with Lagu's army.
However, the high-level professionals leading the opposing team must be dealt with by people of equal strength.
Like a Paladin, his mobility is extremely strong, and when he runs at full speed, he can even fly faster than a missile.
As long as Zhang Mu’s strength is enough to hold back the enemy, he can order the army to cover the battlefield with missiles and “die together” with the enemy.
Therefore, before the enemy arrives, he must at least be promoted to a magician.
Otherwise, it would not even be possible to contain high-level professionals.
After tapping the table for a while, Zhang Mu asked, "Have you looked for it at the construction site?"
"The city was just cleared this morning, and I was just about to go."
"Let's go together."
Zhang Mu stood up and led Sauron to the construction site.
After leaving the city, he thought Soran was walking too slowly, so he grabbed him by the collar and ran at full speed. He arrived at his destination an hour later.
"Lord City Lord!"
Nodding in response to the psychological soldier, Zhang Mu walked through the gate.
It was dusty inside and the construction was in full swing.
People kept passing by pushing carts of rocks. In the distance, workers were busy building the walls of a house with a completed frame.
Zhang Mu walked around with his hands behind his back, glancing at the workers who were busy all the time.
Perhaps it was an instinct developed over a long period of time, but when they saw the "Lord City Lord", they subconsciously moved away.
"Sauron." After a few minutes, he realized that he didn't see the magician, so he asked, "Has the magician who was tricked away by the deputy city lord not come back yet?"
"Yes, they don't seem to believe the city lord's promise."
It is also a troublesome thing, but it is not the most important thing, so you can put it aside for now.
After walking for a while, Zhang Mu felt something was wrong: "Come to think of it, aren't there any magicians in those cities destroyed by the monster tide?"
"Why are the people who escaped ordinary people?"
"My Lord City Lord." Soran put his hands in his pockets, "Gul City is not a wealthy city.
There are no permanent mazes worth exploring nearby, and the only place where monsters can be hunted, the Quiet Forest, is too dangerous. Professionals with poor strength would only seek death if they go in.
Civilians cannot travel far away on an empty stomach.
Professionals who can run faster and don't need to eat for a short period of time are of course unwilling to come to Gul City."
"so……"
Zhang Mu was a little disappointed.
Without professionals coming, the probability of finding the talents you need is much smaller.
"Ah, Lord City Lord."
The two stood there in silence when suddenly a greeting came from the side.
Well?
Others hide when they see me, so how can anyone take the initiative to talk to me?
Zhang Mu turned his head curiously, and saw a young man in his early twenties holding a stone standing in an open space not far away.
Being stared at by the city lord, he did not panic, but smiled and said, "Is the city lord looking for a magician?"
"how do you know?"
"I just happened to hear it." Perhaps the stone was too heavy to lift, so he squatted down and put it on the ground while explaining.
Overheard by chance?
We were so close, but I didn't even notice anything before he spoke.
Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes and cast his mental power over the area - there was no fluctuation of magical power.
There are two possibilities, either he is an ordinary person, or his strength is far beyond his own.
"Lord City Lord, what's wrong?" Seeing Zhang Mu didn't speak, he stood up and asked curiously.
"Nothing." Zhang Mu's expression remained unchanged. "You called me because you know where there is a magician?"
"The uncle in the bed next to me seems to be a magician."
Come here.
Zhang Mu stroked his chin: "Lead the way."
Chapter 197 I have something good for you
No one knew what the young man was thinking, he was leading the way holding a stone.
The stone looked heavy, and it was indeed heavy when he picked it up. He walked with great difficulty, and his steps were unsteady.
But it did not delay him, as he introduced to Zhang Mu the magician he would meet later.
Not all refugees who fled to Ghor brought their families with them. A large number of them were separated from their families in the chaos and came here alone.
This group of people did not need separate houses and lived with their families. For the convenience of work, they simply moved to the collective dormitory on the construction site.
And the magician named Joffrey was the young roommate.
According to him, the magician was about 40 years old - his professional level was not high, so judging his age from his appearance would not be too far off.
He usually kept his head down, muttering something to himself, and he never stopped even when he was building a wall on the dangerous rooftop.
He doesn't like working.
Most of the others would work at night to get more pay. Zhang Mu offered a high hourly wage for the night shift, so the workers were very happy to work overtime.
Joffrey was different. Every evening when the bell rang, signaling the end of work, he would immediately drop his tools and run straight to the dormitory.
After returning home, I didn’t sleep in, but studied some weird things.
When he first moved to the bed next to the young man, he held a magic book and whispered to himself why magic power could be transformed into magic?
Then he took a glass of water and poured it on the ground, muttering to himself - why doesn't the water float to the sky?
Later, perhaps because he really couldn't figure it out, he replaced it with other objects.
In this way, I changed the things I studied one after another, but I never got the answer, so the process of changing things never stopped.
"Joffrey has been working on a stick lately."
Walking to the door of a wooden house in the living area, the young man put the stone on the ground and complained with a bitter face: “Lord City Lord, you know, he stays up until the early morning every day.
God is above.
Since he moved into the bed next to mine, I haven't had a good night's sleep, as if there were mosquitoes buzzing in my ears."
Zhang Mu raised his hand to push the door open, turned around and asked curiously: "Didn't you report it to the management?"
"The captain of the soldiers came and each time he promised to be nice, but at night he was still the same."
"As I recall, the dormitory has beds for ten people, right? Are you nine able to hold back and not do anything?"
"Oh! Lord City Lord, he is a magician!"
Fine.
Zhang Mu shook his head helplessly and pushed the door open to go in.
"Sir, it's lunch time now."
Joffrey, who was not dressed as a wizard, was wearing ordinary linen clothes.
At this moment, he was sitting on the bed, with his back to the door. Zhang Mu could only see his slightly hunched back and short curly hair.
"Joffrey?"
Hearing the inquiring voice, he did not move his buttocks, but turned his upper body around, holding a wooden stick about one meter long in his hand.
"you are?"
"This is the mayor of Gul City."
"Oh!" He had some emotional intelligence. He immediately stood up and bowed, "Lord City Lord."
"kindness."
Straightening his back, he asked, "You're looking for me..."
Zhang Mu didn't rush to tell his purpose. He walked over and took the stick from his hand: "An ordinary stick."
"Yes."
"What are you wondering about?"
Perhaps he didn't quite understand why the city lord in front of him was curious about his habits that were criticized by others, so he was stunned for a moment.
After a few seconds, he came to his senses and quickly replied, "I was wondering why two people feel the weight differently when they lift something with a stick."
"Is there any result?"
"Uh, sorry, Lord City Lord, although I tried very hard to think about it, I still can't think of the reason."
“Research cannot be just talk, it must be combined with practice.”
Zhang Mu picked up the hemp rope hanging on the iron hook on the wall, tied the stones beside the door tightly, and used the remaining rope end to tie a loose knot in the middle of the wooden stick.
Then he called the young man and Joffrey to take one end each and put the stick on their shoulders.
"Do you feel okay?"
"No problem, Lord City Lord."
Smiling, Zhang Mu moved the knot a few centimeters towards Joffrey: "How is it?"
As if he noticed that his shoulders had become heavier, he was stunned and said, "It seems..."