Don't call me evil god

Wayne and Rena, one is bright and the other is dark.

The former is responsible for contacting his former architect colleagues.

The main business is to find a way to pack them up and bring them to Qim Town to work together for the expansion plan.

It is expected that a large city that can smoothly accommodate tens of thousands of people, and even hundreds of thousands of people in the future, will require a lot of architects.

Another small thing to do is to bring out the old things of the past to prove yourself.

As for Rena.

Her main business is also very simple.

If there are architects who can't rely on Wayne's virtue to convince people, Rena will use another kind of virtue called "martial virtue" to solve the problem.

At this moment, it is just like that moment.

The expansion plan of Qim Town can't wait.

Dangerous disasters are accompanied by great opportunities.

Reconstruction must always be carried out on the ruins.

So many people are gathered together, and they can't sleep in tents every day, or use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed.

A large number of buildings need to be built. If there is only Ray Wayne, it will not be enough to use him as a mule!

It was easy to find Ray Wayne's colleagues in Ceylon.

Because Ceylon was still shrouded in eternal night at that time.

Most people stayed in the refuge camp, praying that the disaster would end as soon as possible.

So Wayne and Rena went straight to the refuge camp.

...

That was the time when the Crusaders set out for Chim Town.

The environment and order of the refuge camp in Ceylon became worse and worse.

Nobles, merchants, and all the "respectable people" in the city and ordinary citizens became two distinctly opposed groups.

Because the collection of supplies gradually became richer.

The living conditions in the refuge camp also became differentiated.

The scope of the safe zone has expanded a bit.

Ordinary citizens still have to go out and collect supplies for a piece of bread and a bag of clean water - and the collected supplies cannot belong to themselves!

The rules of the Glowing God Cult are.

All things that are valuable enough shall be claimed by their former owners.

If there is a dispute over claiming, such as multiple people claiming to be the owner of the item, it depends on who can provide solid evidence to prove it.

If none of them can be proven, they will be confiscated and belong to the Glorious God Church.

Therefore, the lives of the respectable people are much better.

They can take back their savings and live well in the camp.

This further exacerbates the conflict between the two groups.

The respectable people are in fear in the camp and have to cover their purses when they sleep;

Ordinary citizens are hostile to the rich people and hate that they are unwilling to help everyone even though they have money. They are selfish.

If it weren't for the Glorious God Church, I'm afraid that vicious robberies would have happened long ago.

When the two arrived, they faced such a depressing atmosphere and bad environment.

Ray Wayne randomly found a citizen who was half lying on the side of the road, with a sallow face, deep eye sockets, and a haggard face:

"Sir, do you know where the people who live on Fallen Leaf Street are in the camp now?"

"Or-Architects Guild, do you know the architect named Johnson?"

Hearing "Architects Guild", the other party glanced at Ray Wayne coldly, turned over, and said nothing.

Several people asked again, and the results were similar.

Some people even said "hmm" in response to Ray Wayne's greeting.

As a result, when they heard the words "Architects Guild", their attitude immediately became cold and they stopped talking.

Some people with bad attitudes even made cold "humphs".

Ray Wayne frowned.

How did Ceylon City become like this?

Reina reacted.

She took out a few copper coins from the bag on her waist and returned to the first person Ray Wayne asked.

"Sir, do you know where the people from the Architects Guild are now? This is the reward for answering questions."

Seeing the copper-yellow coins in Reina's hand, the other party finally spoke:

"Go inside, the hotel street next to the trade market."

"The respectable bigwigs... Tsk, they should all live there now!"

...

With a clear goal, Ray Wayne knew which direction to go.

Following the instructions to the so-called hotel street, Ray Wayne was shocked at the time!

It was different from the overcrowded and messy environment when they first entered the refugee camp.

The hotel street had obviously been cleaned up, the streets were cleaned, and there were even people checking and verifying the identities of those entering at the intersection.

It was obviously the same refugee site.

But there was such a sharp change and contrast.

If you want to enter the hotel street, you can pay 6 silver coins and get a sign that allows you to stay there temporarily for one day.

There is a time engraved on the sign in advance.

Ray Wayne paid the money, and Rena chose to sneak and follow.

After a lot of effort to inquire about the news, the two found the architect Johnson that Ray Wayne was looking for in a room on the third floor of one of the hotels.

The other party looked nearly 40 years old, wearing glasses with thick lenses, and his walk was not as agile as that of a young man.

Johnson heard the knock on the door and came to open the door. When he saw Ray Wayne, he was a little confused.

"Sir, who are you?"

Ray Wayne pointed at himself in surprise: "Don't you remember me, Johnson! I'm Ray Wayne!"

As soon as this was said,

The other person's expression immediately changed.

It became very complicated.

There was surprise, exclamation, nervousness, and a hint of... regret.

Of course.

Ray Wayne didn't sense any of the above expressions.

This was analyzed by Rena, who was hiding in the dark.

Johnson held the door handle in a tangled manner, and finally sighed:

"Come in first."

Ray Wayne walked into the room quickly.

He skipped the part of reminiscing and greeting, and went straight to the point, unable to suppress his emotions and said:

"Johnson, my design blueprint and plan back then were correct, there is absolutely no problem!"

"Under my leadership, those buildings that were once on my drawings have been successfully built!"

"I don't want to argue with you anymore!"

"I just want to tell you that you are wrong and I am right!"

"There is no problem with my design!"

"If you don't believe it, I can take you to see them at any time!"

"You can see with your own eyes how magnificent, ingenious, and practical the buildings I designed and built are!"

Johnson opened his mouth.

He wanted to say something, but he was struggling.

Finally, Ray Wayne said what he had been holding back for years, and he felt refreshed!

The knot in his heart was untied.

He had been holding back for so long just to say this!

If he didn't say it, his thoughts wouldn't flow!

Johnson's expression became even more complicated.

After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly:

"Wayne..."

"Think about it, we never said...your plan is not feasible!"

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There will be 3+1+1 more chapters later. I was delayed for some time today by attending my nephew's 100-day banquet, and I will make up for it in the evening.