The winters in the four northwest towns are extremely cold. Although the barbarians from the ice field say that this is nothing, for ordinary people, it is extremely difficult to endure every winter. It is common for them to die if they are not in good health.

In fact, if the winter here was not as difficult as it was, perhaps more people would have come from the Gold Coin Federation. Or perhaps it is because the winter here is so harsh that new fugitives can have a living space every year.

"Although it sounds very reasonable, I don't like it at all." Haman pushed his car and walked on the somewhat empty streets, with the corpses of the frozen dead. "I should have been a small businessman, setting up a stall or walking around the streets and alleys. It turned out to be a corpse cleaning..."

He muttered dissatisfiedly, but in fact he didn't have much complaints about the job.

After all, he can at least earn money that can support himself by entrusting this job.

In this cold winter, you can eat food every day, and even if you don’t have enough food, you are still happy.

Well... it would be even better if I could have slightly thicker clothes!

The ground in the town was not flat, and the shoddy small flatbed truck was a little hard to push. The dead people on the car were occasionally bumped and jumped, and were collided by the corpses that were frozen hard by the cold, making a dull sound.

"Come on, Haman, you don't want to be one of them!" Haman said to himself, "The coldest winter has passed. After this month, you can continue to go north and go to the legendary amusement park! It is said that as long as you can get there alive, even those who know nothing can learn a skill and live a peaceful life..."

With this kind of self-comfort and encouragement, or by labor, he successfully survived the day, and the key was to make money from eating.

Compared to daytime, it is much easier to survive at night. There are no lords in the four northwest towns, and there is no law prohibiting deforestation. He has already stored a lot of firewood in his home. With the help of the traditional kang bed, the cold at night is nothing scary.

But the next day, a huge difficulty was placed in front of him.

"There is no need to pick up corpses today." The captain of the guard waved his hand and said lightly, "There is no big deal if there are one or two dead people on the roadside. Let's pack up together for two days."

Harman wisely gave up his pleading intention, and he knew that those were useless.

Which of the people who were frozen to death and starved to death on the roadside has never begged? But has that changed their ending?

Forget it, go and pick up some firewood and come back. If you are hungry for a day, just bear with it.

As it turns out, I can't stand being hungry in winter.

So every noon, he was so hungry that he was dizzy. He sat in the middle of the firewood he had picked up with hard work and could no longer stand up.

"It is said that all creatures that died in the Ashes Forest will turn into skeletons and then become skeleton soldiers who appear at night." In the exhausted dizziness, he smiled bitterly and said to himself, "I wonder what it will be like when I become a skeleton soldiers?"

"...Aren't the skeleton soldiers all the same?" A little girl's voice came.

Haman barely moved his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a little girl wrapped in a thick robe looking at him curiously. Not far behind her were a few boys and girls who wrapped themselves into rice dumplings, and a woman wearing a short waist-exposed shirt that was completely inconsistent with the cold winter.

"Uncle, what are you doing on the ground?" the little girl came over and asked with a smile.

Haman smiled bitterly and replied: "What are you doing? I'm about to starve to death, or I'm about to freeze to death. It's no difference."

The woman in a short shirt waved her hand, and a red light fell on him, quickly warming her body, which was already so cold that she could hardly move. Then she asked a boy with a big backpack to take out some dough cakes. Haman instantly burst out at a speed she had never had in her life, snatched the dough cakes and swallowed them voraciously.

This cake is so good! It is soft and sweet, with a lot of oil inside, it tastes very delicious and is not easy to choke.

Haman ate a whole piece of cake at the speed of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, but when he was about to eat the second piece, he was taken back by the woman in a short shirt.

"If you eat it, you will be able to die." Her voice was full of vitality, and she felt like she could burn. "I am Philex, a magic gunner, and I plan to build a magic academy here and do some urban construction. Are you willing to work for me?"

Haman lowered his head deeply without any hesitation: "You can't repay the kindness of saving your life, please give me the order!"

"No need to mind. I'm not forced." Miss Phelex said indifferently, "It's not my style to repay kindness, and whoever sees this will do the same thing as me."

Will anyone do the same thing?

Haman lowered his head, recalling the scene of himself hurriedly passing by someone who was about to starve to death more than once.

He felt that he was very small, as small as an ant.

Half an hour later, they came to Pyroxe Town. Miss Phylex directly found the gathering place for the big men who ruled the town. I don’t know what she said to the big men. Anyway, when she came out, she had already added the title of “Pyroxe Town Mayor”.

Does a great magician who is not afraid of the cold need to be the mayor of a mere ruined town?

Harman was a little confused, especially when he noticed that Miss Phelex's right hand was slightly stained with blood... The female magician seemed a little strange in both her dress and her style.

Miss Phelex noticed his gaze, smiled, grabbed a handful of snow on the side of the road and wiped the back of her hand: "There are all over the years who have fought with me, so I accidentally forgot to control my strength when negotiating - but don't worry, no one should have died."

...Did the magician negotiate with his fists? Harman felt something was wrong.

"Haha, there is no need to mind this little thing. Let's find a place to build a house."

Miss Phelex and her students—the boys and girls who wrapped themselves into a similar way to rice dumplings—come to the place where Haman lived. The terrain was open and close to the town walls, which was very convenient.

Then, this strange magician finally showed his ability to be like a magician.

She took out a gray wooden stick and pointed at it on the open space to draw. The ground vibrated, and the soil as frozen as stone rolled up like a living mud, building it into the shape of a house, and then solidified again, turning into the color of a stone.

This matter seemed to be quite exhausting. After the house was built, even the energetic Miss Phelex seemed a little tired. She complained about "The change spell is really troublesome", and took out some bedding from a small bag and asked the students to decorate their own rooms. She stood at the gate, released flames with her fingers, and burned a line of words on the wall next to the strange house that was square and piled up with boxes.

"My calligraphy is good," she said proudly.

“…sorry, I’m illiterate.”

"You don't need to mind this little thing, just follow it in the future." Miss Phelex's interest was not affected at all, and she said with a smile, "This is the 'Isuka Magic School', you must remember it carefully. Because from today on, you will be an employee of our school!"

After building the house, of course, I also need to buy necessary furniture. Miss Phylex sent Harman to take the students to buy furniture and other possible things, and she took the magic school herself.

After everyone walked away, she looked up and looked into the air where there seemed to be nothing.

"Your Majesty of the Void, do you think this ruined town is really hopeful to be built?"

Sui Xiong's voice came from the air of nothingness: "The so-called hope comes from despair, not to mention that the town has not yet reached the time for despair. As long as I spend some time and spirit, I think it should be able to be revived."

"But what's in this town? There must be production."

"If it's so easy to find the direction of revival, why should I invite you, a great magician from a businessman, to take action?" Sui Xiong said with a smile, "It's not difficult to find a powerful magician, but there are fewer magicians who know how to manage and build. Look at the Secret Tower Federation, there are many legendary wizards, but how many legendary wizards can make their territory decent? Only Lamperus and a few others."

Phylex laughed at Sui Xiong's praise: "That's right, if anyone can do it, then I don't have to come here specifically!"

She jumped and easily jumped to the roof that was significantly taller than the house next to her, looking around the low and dilapidated houses.

"Maybe I should find a painter to draw this scene." She gestured out a picture frame with her hands, circled the scene in front of her into the frame, and said with interest, "When my magic school prospers in the future, this painting can be used as a memory, open the eyes of those freshmen who have just entered school, and encourage them by the way."

Sui Xiong, who was invisible in the air, smiled, and waved his tentacles, a scroll made of special materials that are invincible with water and fire appeared out of thin air and floated in front of her. On the scroll was the Pyroxen Town at this moment.

A dilapidated town exudes a depressed and depressed atmosphere, and even the guards seem powerless. Only the strange-looking square house located next to the town exudes a unique vitality.

"This is a good idea," he said, "let it go to me. Every time I will draw the appearance of this town and leave you enough memory."
Chapter completed!