Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 46: Dusk Fortress
"ah?"
Sigmunds felt that he might have misheard just now, so he could only utter a simple syllable from his throat.
The chief judge ignored him and just picked up the schedule from the enchantment table beside him and said:
"I asked them to demonstrate the current workflow of the enchanting factory. Your idea of separating the work processes is correct, but there are still many problems in the arrangement and connection between the processes... For example, the processing speed of the enchanting link of the thief seat on Line 1 is twice that of other lines. At this time, you should merge another line in, so as not to waste the efficiency of this process. In addition, when setting the sequence, you should put the processes with high error rates in the front and the processes with high success rates in the back, so that problems will be exposed in the early stage of the process, and the people in front will not work in vain. The current random sequence without any plan will lead to..."
As the presiding judge spoke, he flipped over the shift schedule and wrote down his suggestions for process optimization one by one.
Sigmunds felt that he was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses and asked:
"Mr. Judge...you are not opposed to the current operation of the enchanting factory?"
"Why should I object?"
Upon hearing this, the other party stopped what he was doing and looked at him in confusion.
"But isn't this practice like using an enchanter as a bricklayer? Don't you think this desecrates the... sanctity of the profession of enchanter?"
Sigmund asked uneasily.
William looked at the other party's uneasy expression, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"It's only the goal of this job that is sacred. Restoring Dusk Fortress is indeed a very sacred thing. But there is nothing sacred about the job itself. There is only one criterion for evaluating the quality of a job, and that is efficiency. If the experience of a bricklayer can improve the efficiency of the job, then it is experience worth learning from."
Sigmund was still in a daze trying to digest the meaning of William's words when the enchanters behind William surrounded him.
The enchanter who had complained to William earlier complained:
"But sir, this is no longer a question of efficiency. We simply cannot bear the intensity of the work. More than ten hours a day of high-intensity concentration to cast spells is unbearable for anyone."
But in response, William shook his head and said:
“No, it’s still a question of efficiency.”
He raised the paper and pen in his hand and said:
"This is also the second major problem I want to talk about here. Proper arrangement of rest is also an important part of optimizing efficiency."
After William finished speaking, he wrote down other optimization suggestions on paper.
"After optimizing the process according to my previous suggestions, these four parallel enchanting lines will be changed into two interconnected production lines. The efficient link can allow one person to be responsible for the work of two lines at the same time..."
Before William finished speaking, the enchanters burst into protest. Some of them who were asked to do more work because of their high efficiency started shouting that they quit.
William let out a thunderous sound in his throat, suppressing the noisy protests of the enchanters:
"But I will divide you into three teams to take turns using the enchanting facilities here. Each team only needs to work eight hours a day, and the remaining time is enough for you to recover. And I will also adjust your remuneration. In addition to the previously promised remuneration of three times the market price, there will be additional piecework rewards based on the number of magic-sealing talismans each of you handles. You can choose gold, rare alchemical materials, or enchanting knowledge of equal value."
As soon as the words fell, the crowd instantly quieted down as if the [Great Tranquility .
The enchanters looked at each other, and no one spoke for a moment.
"You should all think about this carefully. Today happens to be Sunday. Why don't we just set Sundays as a day of rest from now on? Let's all have a good rest."
As William spoke, he stuffed the piece of paper filled with suggestions for rectification into Sigmund's hand, and then motioned for him to go out with him.
Before he reached the door, he heard questions coming from the crowd of enchanters behind him.
"My Lord, is this true?"
"I'll do it! Sir, can you let me take charge of the part where the two lines intersect?"
"Hey, didn't you just shout that you wanted to leave here?"
“Shut up!”
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After leaving the enchantment factory, William led Sigmons all the way to the location of the Dusk Fortress. Halfway through the journey, Sigmons suddenly asked:
"Mr. Judge, if we really keep only two lines as you said before and divide everyone into three shifts, then the manpower here now will not be able to cover all the enchanting equipment."
In response, William smiled and replied:
"No problem. I brought all the Enchanting Guild members from Blacklight City here. You should be worried that the equipment here is not enough. But you don't have to worry too much about this. The corresponding equipment will be delivered later."
Sigmund was surprised when he heard this and asked:
"But I heard that the Enchanting Order in Black Light City is composed of people from the Star Lighthouse. They will not provide services to people outside the Star Council..."
"Don't worry. Now that the Star Lighthouse in Black Light City has collapsed, they should know that times have changed. Oh, by the way, when you order them around, don't be too polite. Let them put themselves in their proper place first. These people are so arrogant that they are unbearable even among magic casters."
William said this, and suddenly changed the subject:
"By the way, your previous idea of the assembly line is really good."
Sigmunds said quickly:
"No, no, you can see so many problems here at a glance."
William shook his head and said:
"You will eventually figure out these optimization problems through your subsequent practice. But it is rare for someone like you who grew up with the common sense of this world to think of this."
Then, William looked at the Dusk Fortress not far away and said:
"Although it's not even a prototype now, do you believe that this thing will transform the world into something you can't even imagine in the near future? I suggest that you go to the enchanting factory when you have time to gain more experience in operating all the processes. It would be best if you bring a few trustworthy and smart people with you to gain experience together. With you as seeds, many changes in the future can be easily implemented."
Although Sigmunds did not know what the judge meant by "change", he nodded anyway.
After that, the two of them walked into the Dusk Fortress in silence.
"I asked you to prioritize laying the circuit for the magic-sealing runes in the Dusk Hall in the northern part of the fortress. Did you do as I asked?"
William asked as he looked at the Dusk Fortress that had been torn down beyond recognition.
"Of course, the first thing we completed was the project over there, which was completed half a month ago."
Sigmunds answered immediately.
William nodded, and with a flash of lightning, he disappeared from the spot, but less than five seconds later, he was back here.
When he came back, he was holding a birdcage made purely of shadows, and inside the cage was a fat crow.
"I have told you everything I know, please don't kill me..."
The fat, deformed crow shouted at the top of its voice.
William rolled his eyes inwardly at this.
Are you sure you're not trying to remind others that you're no longer of any use to them and that they should never forget to kill you?
"I'm not asking you anything, but I want you to take me to a place."
William said as he teleported Sigmund beside him to the Dusk Hall in the northernmost part of the fortress.
This is a circular hall without any gorgeous decorations, as simple as a tomb.
The floor material of the Dusk Hall was different from any other place in the Dusk Fortress. It was paved with bluestone that seemed to grow moss, and there were ancient carvings etched on it intermittently. Those carvings gathered in the entire hall, and were distributed on the grooves in the twelve directions of the hall as accurately as the scale of a clock hand.
"Where? My Lord, the Father of Crows, is in the Moon Realm, Black Crow Watch? I've already said that I don't know where that place is. I am a messenger who was shaped directly in the Nightmare Swamp..."
The fat crow messenger looked around and said so.
"Yes, I mean for you to take me to Nightmare Swamp."
William nodded, then took out Judgment II from his storage space, walked to the groove at the two o'clock direction of the hall, and then suddenly inserted the sword into the groove.
An extremely strong magical power flowed along the wires laid here, causing the entire hall to shake violently, as if the building had turned into a warship sailing in a storm.
The tremor lasted for about tens of seconds before it ended, and at this moment, the scenery outside the window, which should have been a bright morning, suddenly turned into a dilapidated dusk scene.
The fat crow looked out the window in shock.
It could clearly feel that they were not in the real world at this moment, but had arrived in the Moon Realm.
The dusk outside the window is not the real dusk, but the projection of the concept of the end forming in the moon realm .
Seeing the other party's shocked eyes, William pulled out the Judgment II in his hand and said to Crow:
"This fortress in the present world is just a coordinate anchoring the Moon Realm, and this is the reality of the Dusk Fortress. Welcome to the real Dusk Fortress, the last bastion built in the 'End Scenery' of the Moon Realm."
"You brought me to the Moon Realm? And then asked me to take you to the Nightmare Swamp?"
The fat crow asked in great confusion.
William nodded and replied:
"Yes. To be more specific, I want you to take me to the bedroom of Nightmare Lord Jawmara. There are some things I want to discuss with Him in detail."
"As a messenger, you can't possibly do this, right?"
