Chapter 58 Sacred Salt

"Gweil, come here."

Roman waved to Gweil from a distance.

Gweil looked up from the vegetable field and immediately dropped the farm tools in her hand when she heard the familiar voice.

She trotted all the way to Roman.

She could eat milk, eggs, meat and vegetables every day, and get sufficient nutrition. Her severely damaged body gradually recovered, and her thin face began to grow flesh. Finally, she had some girlish feeling, which made Roman very satisfied and felt a sense of cultivation.

Gweil's face was a little red because of her fast running, and there were traces of dirty mud on her body. She panted and looked up at Roman with a puzzled expression.

"Master Roman, do you have anything to tell me?"

Roman didn't let her follow because he had to build a livestock shed.

It was okay when cutting trees, but if the beams that were finally built collapsed, it would definitely delay for a long time.

This was something Roman couldn't accept.

So he sent Gweiler to work in the vegetable field in the north.

The unfortunate girl was very disappointed at first, but soon she had no time to be disappointed. She devoted herself to the vegetable field, taking care of the ten acres of land like a little peasant every day, and spreading nutrient soil everywhere.

Roman reached out to smooth Gweiler's messy hair, tucked it all to the base of her ears, and then put a sachet into her head and hung it around her neck.

"Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" Roman observed Gweiler's expression.

Gweiler looked at the sachet and said strangely: "Nothing special..."

As she spoke, she suddenly opened her mouth and said "Ah", realizing that the strange secret power that had been around her like a thorn in her side and affected everything in the past two years suddenly dissipated a lot.

Gweiler was very surprised.

She asked curiously, "Master Roman, what is this?"

Roman knew from her expression that the sachet was effective, and said, "It contains holy salt."

Gweil pretended to be pitiful and said, "Master Roman, are you going to burn me to death?"

Roman was speechless and tapped her head with his finger.

"When did you learn bad things from Green?"

Gweil denied it, "Grandpa Garin said that the Church would sprinkle salt on witches. This salt is purified by the gods and can dispel the magic power of evil spirits, making them miserable, and then burn them to death."

Roman smiled and said, "It's just that magic stones were added during the refining process. It has nothing to do with the gods. How do you feel?"

Gweil shook her head and said, "No feeling."

Roman was not surprised by this result.

Refined salt has a restraining effect on magic power, and it can naturally break some tricks of pretending to be gods.

But that's all.

It's like when firewood ignites a flame, the salt will extinguish the flame, but the firewood itself will not be harmed.

In comparison, the effect of holy salt is even stronger. It can directly kill the spells of most witches and even cause them physical pain.

It's just that the witch group has always been mysterious, and Gweiler is obviously not a normal witch, so it's not surprising that she was not affected.

In fact, two years ago, when Gweiler's power was exposed, her mother ruthlessly sold a sheep in the family and bought two kilograms of salt from the merchant to put on her body.

But this approach obviously did not control her power.

"Since it can suppress your power, you can just take it with you."

"Is it for me?" Gweiler's tone suddenly became light, and her face was full of joy.

Roman raised his chin and snorted: "Then give it to you, just don't eat all the holy salt, I had a hard time getting those idiots to make it."

Gweiler's eyes narrowed into crescents: "Thank you, Master Roman. I will keep it well and never eat it." She promised in a low voice.

"Since the holy salt can suppress your power, you can contact others. Don't stay here tomorrow. Go to Hans and Geman to learn numbers and letters..."

"Oh." Gwei was a little disappointed. She thought she could continue to follow Roman, but she heard this sentence.

She had no objection to Roman's orders, and knew nothing about learning. She accepted it ignorantly.

"Take it off if you feel uncomfortable."

Roman touched her head and signaled that she could go.

Gwei left with light steps, like a happy bird spreading its wings and flying to the vegetable field.

Then she slipped and fell on her buttocks.

Fortunately, the grass was soft and did not cause any harm to her. Gwei stood up, patted her buttocks, and continued to take off from the spot.

"This unlucky girl..."

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[Level 2 Construction: 139\\380]

Roman built the livestock shed for half a month and gained a lot of experience points.

Now he finally has the confidence to build a lime kiln.

In the past few days, Roman arranged the laborers at the stone mine to mine a large amount of limestone and gravel.

However, the firing efficiency was not ideal. Whether it was pure firing, dry firing, or hard firing, the output could not meet Roman's demand for lime.

After all, he had to reinforce a 40-kilometer-long road.

Roman had to improve production efficiency by building earth kilns.

However, even ordinary earth kilns are not so easy to build.

Roman led hundreds of people to roll in the mud for a full five days. Seth was shocked when he saw his image.

But Roman didn't care, he supervised the progress and quality throughout the process, strictly controlled everyone's actions, and finally built a small lime kiln with adobe and stones. Although it could only burn more than ten tons of limestone each time, it was still a qualitative improvement.

...

On the 63rd day.

Roman got the news that Morey came to Sige Town again.

He arranged for the laborers to carry out the initial calcination, stuffed more than a thousand pounds of firewood at the bottom, and limestone on top. The ignition process alone would last for several hours.

Roman didn't even change his clothes. Amid Seth's nagging, he hurried to the dock and met Morey.

The latter was also frightened by the muddy figure in front of him.

Although he had seen strong winds and waves, he had never seen such a noble.

Fortunately, Morey remained calm and did not show any strange color.

"I brought you 20 oxen and 32 draft horses this time."

Roman didn't care. He asked hurriedly, "Where is the iron I want?"

Morey understood Roman's urgency.

The last time he went to the salt mine and saw that most of the miners used farm tools, wood and stone to mine the salt mine, the expression on his face was hard to describe.

He knew that Roman had used up all the iron ingots in Sige Town in order to cast heavy plows.

But he had never seen the effect of heavy plows, so he naturally had no real feeling for this kind of plow.

Morey said, "Now I have a thousand pounds of iron ingots on my ship."

Roman knew that Morey was the son of a big businessman. This identity meant that Morey had a wide network of connections and could even talk to some powerful nobles.

He nodded and said, "You did a good job. I won't treat you unfairly."

A thousand pounds of iron can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket for the construction of the entire Sige Town.

But for Roman, it was a solution to the urgent need.

This means that he can forge steel tools, which is of great help in salt mining, quarrying, logging, and road construction.

Roman did not give Morey cash.

He had no money.

With a wave of his hand, he increased his preferential quota from 200,000 kilograms of salt to 300,000 kilograms of salt, enough for him to sell until next year.