Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 45: The Beginning of the Enchanting Industry
"It's okay, just do as I say."
To this, Sigmunds simply replied.
During this period of time, he deliberately learned about the strict rules and regulations and inexplicable industry regulations within the Enchanting Guild, and delved into the reasons behind them.
And the conclusion he finally came to was that most of the complicated, ritualistic and mysterious regulations had no practical significance other than artificially creating a shortage of enchanters and deliberately reducing work efficiency.
In the mine where he worked, this kind of passive work slacking behavior would be punished by the supervisors with an iron whip if it was discovered. But once the target was a high-ranking wizard or a noble enchanter, it immediately became a kind of unspeakable status symbol.
Perhaps for advanced magic-sealing runes, a powerful enchanter is indeed needed to control the overall situation. He may also need to consider the environment, astrology, weather, and even his mood at the time. Only after all the preparation details are finalized can he complete it in one step.
But according to the Lord Judge, what they need to do now is just the most common universal enchantment runes, and there is no need to consider those unnecessary conditions.
According to these enchanters, splitting up the enchantment process would make the rune researcher feel challenged, as if reducing the nature of his work to the level of a blacksmith, carpenter, or bricklayer, and simply trampling on the dignity of the magic caster.
Sigmons' intuition told him that compared to the intangible things such as honor, dignity, tradition, and the pride of mages, the Chief Judge was a person who valued the results of things and the efficiency of work. As long as he could use these things to improve the progress of the project, the Chief Judge would not blame himself too much for such an overstepping behavior.
Probably, probably...
Thinking of this, Sigmund secretly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and then said loudly to the people around him:
"Everyone, just do it with confidence. I am the person in charge here. If there are any problems, I will bear all the consequences."
After this, the enchanters argued with Sigmunds for a long time, but finally had to follow his plan and each went to their respective positions to start work.
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The efficiency improvement brought by this solution far exceeded Sigmons' imagination.
On the first day alone, even though the various processes had not yet been well-coordinated, the efficiency of producing the Demon-Sealing Runes increased by more than 20%, and the defective rate of finished products also dropped from more than 50% to less than 30%.
After that, the efficiency increased linearly. One week after the implementation of this plan, for the first time, the speed of producing finished Demon-Sealing Runes was faster than the speed of laying runes by the fortress maintenance engineering team. There were even surpluses of completed Demon-Sealing Runes for reserve.
For this purpose, he specially contacted Thorn City and urgently transferred several skilled craftsmen from there. As a result, the renovation speed of the entire fortress increased by at least 50%. According to Sigmons's estimation, if the current efficiency is maintained, the task assigned by the chief judge may be completed by the beginning of the month of the bud.
The project was completed almost a month ahead of schedule.
Of course, the premise is to maintain this work efficiency.
After this plan was implemented for a week, a large number of dissatisfaction voices began to erupt among the enchanters.
"Why is someone talking about leaving again?"
Sigmunds frowned as he looked at the report handed over by his men.
"There are seven people this time, all of whom said they couldn't handle the pressure of work. Now they don't have enough time to meditate every day to recover their lost mental energy. Moreover, they also said..."
The man paused here, as if hesitating whether he should tell him the next words.
"Let me guess, is this the same old story? How can an ordinary person command a wizard like this?"
Sigmunds said this, then waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care about it.
The man nodded and said:
"They said that no matter where they were employed, they had never been treated like tools like this. Even the nobles of Thorn City who hired them were usually polite to them. You are really disrespecting their status by treating them like this."
In response, Sigmons just sneered and said:
"No matter how polite other employers are to them, they will not pay them three times the market price, and also allow them to take away the blueprint as compensation... It's impossible for them to take all the benefits."
"So how should we deal with this matter? Are we really going to let them leave like this?"
The subordinate immediately asked.
Sigmons looked at the report in his hand carefully again and shook his head.
"No, if we let them go, at least two work lines will be shut down. There are only a few enchanters whose zodiac signs are Warrior and Poet. In addition, the Thief process on Line 1, which Gers is in charge of, has the lowest error rate. If he leaves, the progress of the entire Line 1 will slow down."
Sigmunds stood up, picked up his coat from the hanger beside him and put it on.
"I'll go talk to them. If it doesn't work, I'll see if they can add some additional conditions. But we have to keep going at this pace."
However, when Sigmunds arrived at the enchanting factory, he found that the entire factory had completely stopped working, all four enchanting lines were extinguished, and even the smelting furnace at the door was turned off.
The enchanters gathered in the middle of the hall as if they were discussing something.
Seeing this, Sigmunds felt furious.
He had already become a little impatient when he saw the report saying that efficiency had been declining in recent days, but now they had even shut down the entire factory without authorization. What on earth were these enchanters trying to do?
He walked quickly to the front of the crowd, coughed heavily, and then asked:
"Who told you to stop work without permission?"
The discussion in the crowd stopped immediately, and dozens of people all turned their eyes to him.
The eyes of dozens of magic casters were pointed at him as if they were real.
Even though these people did not deliberately use magic power, the mental pressure brought to him by the magic casters themselves made Sigmund sweat slightly on his forehead.
But this powerful pressure did not panic him. In fact, he knew very well that these people did not dare to do anything to him.
After all, the Chief Judge gave him control over the three [Ghost Knights].
As long as he gave the order, the three legendary summons would act according to his will. This was also the biggest reason why he could firmly control this place and make those arrogant magic casters listen to him calmly.
After Sigmund asked the question, he saw that no one among the enchanters said anything, so he raised his voice and asked again.
"Who told you to stop work without permission?!"
Their eyes turned to the center of the crowd, and a voice familiar to Sigmund came from there.
“I was the one who asked them to stop working first.”
As the voice sounded, the people in the crowd ahead consciously made way for him, stood in the middle of the crowd and walked out with the man.
It is none other than the Chief Judge.
The gazes of dozens of magic casters just made Sigmund's forehead slightly sweaty, but the moment he heard that voice, he felt his back completely soaked with sweat.
Why did the Chief Judge come back suddenly?
And he didn't come to find him first, but went to the enchanting factory first.
The chief judge also asked them to stop working? Did he also feel that his actions had crossed the line?
Uneasy thoughts began to grow in his mind.
The enchanter who was transferred from the Rose Palace Mage Hall and stood next to the Chief Judge seemed to be talking to the Chief Judge. After seeing Sigmons, he immediately pointed at him and said:
"That's his order, sir."
"It's just that he didn't care about the value of your rune at all, and asked us to handle such a sacred work as enchanting like masons..."
The man said something else, but Sigmons felt his ears buzzing and didn't hear anything. He just watched the presiding judge walk towards him step by step with a serious face while listening to the man's words.
"Your Excellency the Judge, I can explain..."
Sigmund felt his throat getting dry, he swallowed and spoke with difficulty.
But the presiding judge ignored his words and said to him directly:
"Do you know what the problem is now?"
Sigmunds felt like he was frozen in place, and he couldn't speak even after mustering up the courage to do so several times.
The judge placed a hand on his shoulder, then took him to the line of the enchantment table and said:
"The connection between these processes is too rough, and there are still many links that can be optimized."
