Chapter 215 Public Coal Mines
Most of the unstable space-time rifts that appear in the material plane will disappear after a period of time.
A small number will not disappear, or will cause too much harm to the material plane during their opening, and high-ranking priests of the church need to come forward to seal them.
Sealing an object, an area, or a space is the specialty of high-ranking priests. Brother Lowell had originally planned to seal Yang Qiu in his sacred prison. If Yang Qiu hadn't released the Breath of Hell and expressed that he didn't care about being destroyed together and that he would definitely not be burned, Brother Lowell would not have given up so quickly.
The unstable space-time rifts that are suspected to appear nearby can be sealed with the ability of Lee Jean, the bishop of this diocese.
The problem was that they had been fighting with the air for three days but couldn't find where the unstable space-time rift would appear in this vast wilderness, and Bishop Lee Gene simply couldn't seal up the entire area...
Considering the void breath overflowing from the unstable space-time rift, Bishop Gene absolutely dared not wait until this space-time rift, which was very likely to cause the invasion of void demons, was fully formed. Then the most appropriate way to deal with it was naturally to apply to the holy land of the Gold Coin Church for the use of the seal.
Seals have all kinds of strange properties, but the common property shared by all seals is that as long as they are special objects or scenes that can be called seals, they must have extremely stable and indestructible special properties.
For example, the Salman House in the Granser district. If the sacrificial runes inside the house could not be solved and evolved into a seal a hundred years later, then this house would be stronger than the royal palace of the Rhine Kingdom; let alone the alchemical bomb, even if a few legendary magicians like Yang Qiu came together to cast forbidden magic, they would not be able to blow off even a little bit of the wall of the house.
This strange indestructible property makes the seal very suitable for being used as the core of a large permanent magic array - such as the local magic network core of a wizard tower, and the guardian magic array of the holy places of various churches.
When high-level priests advance, they can also borrow the power of the gods they believe in and temporarily transfer the pressure of the baptism of the Eye of Truth, which represents the laws of the plane, to the seal to avoid the risk of mental loss of control due to failure in advancement... Of course, this is an operation that only priests with divine power can perform, and spellcasters cannot do this.
However...if the sealed object is used as the core of a magic circle, it will lose its properties.
No matter whether it is used as the magic net core of a wizard's tower, the formation core of a church's holy land, or even just a temporary magic formation, as long as the seal has been used, it can no longer be called a seal... no matter whether the formation is destroyed or the seal is taken out, it will become invalid.
When Yang Qiu rushed to the seal house of the Holy Land of the Fiery Sun Church, in order to make those Fiery Sun priests suffer to death, he frantically set up several temporary magic circles in the seal house and invalidated several seals that they had collected with great effort...
In other words - Yang Qiu contributed his own seal (which he snatched from the Gold Coin Church) to serve as the core of the seal to seal this area. This is a very touching (??) sacrifice .
Captain Clark was shocked when he sensed the dangerous aura emanating from the wooden box.
"Please ask Bishop Jin to come and seal it." Yang Qiu sighed, "In order to prevent the disaster from affecting the territory of my followers... this is the only way."
Captain Clark's chest rose and fell, and he even felt ashamed for secretly complaining about the black magician in front of him. He said excitedly: "Please allow me to thank you for your efforts on behalf of all the Innadri people, Mr. Yang!"
Yang Qiu waved his hands without saying anything, just stroked the small wooden box reluctantly.
An hour later, Bishop Li Gene, who had been squatting by the phone waiting for a reply from the Holy Land, jumped off the carriage excitedly with dark circles under his eyes, ran into the night watchman's camp, held Yang Qiu's hand, and said a lot of words of gratitude with deep affection.
In order to prevent Yang Qiu from going back on his word, the bishop took unprecedented action and ordered people to move the boxes of spell materials from the carriage and set up a permanent sealing array on the spot...
That's right, priests also need to use spellcasting materials, and their holy water even contains a lot of purification potions (alchemical products) - in this world where gods are everywhere and supernatural beings are worse than dogs, it is impossible for the Orthodox Church to crack down on heretics and pagans like the artificial churches on Earth. Those who stir up hatred for power and profit can easily be killed by the Orthodox God they believe in... Hiring spellcasters and even black magicians is also a very common thing for people in the church.
Fearing that the night would be too long and full of troubles, Bishop Gene set up a permanent sealing magic circle and looked at Yang Qiu eagerly. Yang Qiu did not disappoint his expectations. He walked into the magic circle in a tragic manner and embedded the seal into the core of the magic circle.
Well, of course he couldn't really put the sealed object in there. The only thing he had in his hand was the "original" wooden box that was tainted with the scent of the sealed object, and there were actually two magic cores inside.
There's an unstable space-time rift in this innocent wilderness!
Even surrounding it with a fence can be considered a seal!
Yang Qiu fooled the Gold Coin Church, and the next day, the City Hall began to reorganize the coal mines that had returned to national ownership.
The coal mine is located in an undeveloped wasteland about six kilometers southwest of Innadri City. There is no village around it, only a small road built by Darcy's family to transport coal.
There were two rows of wooden bungalows in the mine, housing more than a hundred workers, two foremen, and a butler from the Darcy family.
When the team from the city hall arrived at the mine in a mighty procession, the butler of the Darcy family had already packed up and left, and one of the two foremen had also run away. Only one foreman with skin so dark that his age could not be identified and more than a hundred frightened workers were left, waiting anxiously for someone to come and accommodate them.
John got off the car and glanced at the miners who were crowded in front of the bungalow and looking at them in fear, his eyes a little dazed.
Only twenty days had passed since he was forcibly conscripted and sent to the battlefield, voluntarily surrendered, and was recruited as a subordinate by Agent Patton. However, for John, a young man from the slums, it seemed like a lifetime ago.
In the first few days after becoming a contract worker for the City Hall, John felt nothing real at all. With his skinny physique, he would have been looked down upon for not being able to carry heavy objects if he wanted to work in the hardest and most tiring leather workshop. But in the blink of an eye, he became a contract worker directly employed by the City Hall with a formal contract?
Not to mention his family, even John himself felt like he was dreaming.
But Operator Patton did not give John enough time to doubt his life. Because the tasks assigned by Ms. Zhao were complicated and trivial, Operator Patton and his colleagues ordered hundreds of contract workers assigned to them without any courtesy.
In just over 20 days, John and his team cleared the garbage that had been trampled and integrated into the ground on the streets of four civilian neighborhoods in Dongcheng District, dug out public toilets on every street in Dongcheng District, built garbage stations surrounded by half a wall, and knocked on doors to remind residents that garbage must be disposed of in a centralized location...
In the past, in the city of Innadli, except for the central city area, the blocks where the middle class lived, and the streets with concentrated shops, there was no concept of "cleanliness and hygiene" in other places. It was not worth mentioning to find the soles of your shoes covered with coal dust thrown away by households after a stroll. It was only worth scolding if you stepped on human and animal excrement.
After initially solving the sanitation problem in Dongcheng District's residential areas, John and his group of young contract workers began to work hard to set up mousetraps throughout the city. These days, few citizens have enough food to keep cats, and mice are so rampant that they can be seen on the roadside in broad daylight. The health hazard is no less than the garbage all over the streets.
At first, the mousetrap was made of bamboo and wood, but it turned out that it was easy for citizens to steal it, take it home for their own use, or even burn it for heating. With no other choice, the operators had to get bricks and clay and let John and his group of contract workers make mousetrap on the spot in the streets and alleys where people lived.
Fortunately, the weather is cold now and there are no flies, mosquitoes or cockroaches, otherwise the contract workers would have to go around the streets to eliminate pests.
Reclaim the coal mine. After Ms. Zhao said this, John and the other young men had to follow Operator Barton to pack up and leave the city...
Although it sounds like a complicated and tiring job, to John, it doesn't seem hard at all.
Especially now, after getting off the carriage and seeing the miners looking at them with fear, John could only feel fortunate.
John, wearing the contract worker uniform issued by the city hall and warm and comfortable shoes, did not feel that he was distant from the group of timid and half-naked miners. More than 20 days ago, he was no different from them. He was originally one of that group of people.
No, it should be said that he was not even as good as these miners in front of him more than 20 days ago... He did not have a stable job like the miners, and he could not at least have a full meal every day. His house was not as warm as the miners' sturdy wooden houses.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
Operator Patton got out of the car and pushed John, who was standing still, "Hurry up and unload the stuff!"
John suddenly came back to his senses, said "Oh", turned around, and unloaded the goods from the iron carriage to the ground with others.
Officer Patton coughed and shouted to the stupidly standing miners: "I am Officer Patton from the City Hall. This coal mine has now been taken over by the City Hall! Now I need to re-register the workers here. Where is the foreman?"
Of course, the miners knew that the coal mine had changed owners. The Viscount's butler told the foreman about this before leaving, and only left a few hundred kilograms of black bread and a few baskets of potatoes, claiming that the new owner would prepare food for them.
Life in the mine is not easy, but at least there is wages and food and accommodation are provided. Most miners send their monthly salary home immediately and do not have much spare money. Even if the black bread and potatoes have been eaten up during the days of suspension, the half-hungry miners are reluctant to leave - they are really afraid of losing their jobs.
After Officer Patton finished shouting, the miners looked at each other in confusion for a long time. The foreman, whose face was as black as a piece of coal, squeezed out of the crowd, put on a flattering smile as much as possible, and nodded and said, "Master Patton, you, you mean, do you want all the workers here? Keep them all?"
Operator Patton was born in a civilian family. When he was a teenager, he also tried every means to find odd jobs on the street like John. He could sympathize with the miners' feelings - he brought a large group of strong young men with him, and these miners were of course worried that the new mine owner would drive them away.
"Of course, man." Operator Patton said with a smile, "The City Hall wants to expand the coal mine, increase coal production, and recruit new people from outside. Why would they drive away old people like you who are familiar with the job?"
