Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

After an Apprentice became a Wizard, they must do one thing: The Wizard's future training resources.

During the Apprentice period, training resources were scarce, so they could be easily done by completing the missions given by some organizations. However, at the Wizard level, it was far from enough.

In the past, a bottle of Meditation Water could allow him to train for a month. Now, a bottle of Meditation Water was not enough for the consumption of a single meditation. In addition, Wizards had to find an elemental spring to build a tower, burn resources to stack the tower's elemental concentration, and so on.

In short, after reaching the rank of a Wizard, the demand for training resources would increase exponentially. At this time, relying on missions to earn training resources was really...

Even if one died of old age, they would not be able to save up enough to complete a closed-door training...

Then what should they do at this time?

Most Wizards used two methods.

1. Build a Wizard tower to recruit a group of Apprentices, build their own Wizard power, and use the resources of a power to support their training.

2. Improve their status in the Wizard organization, become elders, mentors, and so on. Take a force in the organization, and share the training resources from the organization.

The two methods were nothing more than --

Territory, population, resources.

What was the purpose of the current fight between the Wizards of the Underdark Treesea? What was the purpose of overthrowing the Shadow Tower?

Wasn't it to fight for resources in different territories?

"I've already advanced to a Wizard, but I still don't have my own foundation. I'm afraid I'm the only one in the Underdark Treesea..."

In fact, it wasn't Heath's fault.

After all, according to normal procedures, it was impossible for an Apprentice to advance to a Wizard without anyone knowing. It was even impossible for an Apprentice to advance to a Wizard without the organization's permission.

Therefore, before an Apprentice advanced to a Wizard, the internal members of the Wizard organization would make preparations in advance, such as cutting up resources, exchanging benefits, dividing power, helping build towers, and so on, in order to help the Apprentice build a good foundation. Most of the Apprentices advanced seamlessly.

But Heath advanced to a Wizard without anyone knowing about it, and happened to be in a special period, so of course, no one would prepare for him.

And he had just robbed a Wizard's treasury not long ago. There were no problems with resources at the moment, so he naturally forgot about it.

"It's better to make preparations early!"

Although Heath had the system, there were some cultivation resources on the path of Wizards that could not be replaced. Sooner or later, he would have to face these problems. Now, it was only with the resources found in the treasury that it was not so urgent.

However, these resources would be used up sooner or later. It was better to be prepared for the future. It would save a lot of effort to build up the foundation as soon as possible.

"So, where should I start?"

Heath was a person with strong action. After making a decision, he began to plan the whole thing.

"I'll take the materials on the spot. I'll use Caleru City as the foundation."

"But I don't know if the original Bloodsource is dead or not. If they come back..."

"Forget it, there's no need to think so much. If a third-rate Wizard organization that doesn't even have an official Wizard comes looking for us, I might as well just destroy them. After all, in this day and age, whoever has the most power will be the boss. No one dares to interfere!"

Heath realized that the more power he had, the more he admired such simple and crude methods. But after thinking about it, it made sense. With power, who would bother with all kinds of schemes... Didn't you see that they always carried a bag of washing powder when they were looking for trouble?

It was no wonder that those powerful Wizards looked silly. It was because they were facing a group that did not require them to use their brains.

Thus.

Heath immediately asked Tiffany to draft a document and began the first step of building his own power --

Restoring order.

...

Two days later, in the morning in Caleru City.

The former Grand Secretary of the palace, Merrius, woke up from his sleep. The glaring sunlight through the window surprised him. He had never slept that long since the city died. Every day, he would either wake up from nightmares or be woken up by the cries of crows...

Right, crows!

Where were those annoying death eaters?

Merrius called his servants to help him get dressed. After breakfast, he took his guards out of the door and decided to visit an old friend of his to discuss the future.

The city was becoming more and more unbearable. He heard that Dylan's group had been wiped out again. He did not know who would be pushed to the throne tomorrow. War, killing, pillaging, and r*pe. If this continued, he would die here sooner or later.

When the carriage passed by the small square, a scene in the distance caught Merrius' attention.

There was a large group of people surrounding the square. Everyone gathered under the notice board, whispering as if they were discussing something.

Merrius asked the guard outside the window, "What happened over there?"

"I'll go and ask."

The guard spurred his horse over and quickly returned. "Sir, it's an official document issued by the God of Light. Everyone is discussing it."

Merrius snorted.

'Since when did Wizards have such a low status? They came to the human world to gain a sense of presence!?'

He could not help but ask, "Is that so? Then tell me, what does the new master of the palace want? Women? Treasures? Or mines?"

As the Grand Secretary of the palace, he knew and had come into contact with Wizards.

The guard hesitated for a moment and said, "None of them, my Lord. The God of Light has issued a temporary law."

Merrius was stunned. "Law?"

He asked suspiciously, "What did he say?"

The guard said awkwardly, "My Lord, I only wrote down the first three rules..."

Merrius said, "Speak."

The guard said, "1. From today onwards, all citizens who enter the city are prohibited from carrying weapons and fighting. Those who disobey will be hanged. 2. All refugees who enter the city need to receive reports and head to the west of the city to settle down. 3. Those who are hungry can go to the temple every morning, noon, and evening to collect a portion of food."

"That's all, my Lord."

After hearing the guard's description, Merrius was stunned.

He immediately said, "Stop the carriage."

With a buzz, the carriage stopped.

Merrius got off the carriage. As soon as he got off, he realized that the city today was different from the past. He finally understood why he did not hear the crows' cries in the morning.

The corpses.

The corpses on the streets had all been transported away.

Even the entire street could be seen that it had been cleaned and tidied up. Although it was still a little damaged and messy, it was much cleaner. One could even vaguely see the shadow of the war.

This God of Light... who was he?

Thinking curiously, Merrius walked towards the notice board on the other side of the square.

The guards separated the crowd on both sides. Merrius came to the notice board and carefully read the notice that was pasted on the wall.

When he looked at it, Merrius' eyes couldn't help but light up.

There wasn't much content on it. There were only about 20 items in total, but Merrius read two words from it --

Order.

Da! Da! Da! At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded.

Two soldiers came to the notice board with a sheepskin scroll in their hands and nailed the sheepskin on the notice board.

"What is written?"

"Quick, who can read? Quickly read it."

Merrius walked forward and softly read the notice. "Recruitment order?"

The general meaning of the content was:

"Now that the palace is preparing to restore order, we need to recruit talents from all walks of life, scholars, soldiers, craftsmen, ceremonial officials, painters... even those who can read and those who have knowledge."

"Anyone who has the will can go to the palace to take the test."

...

Half a month later, in the palace of the former king's office in Caleru City.

Sitting at his desk, Heath was organizing the list of talents that Tiffany had reported to him. These were the talents that he had recently recruited.

Because of the war, the entire city had been destroyed. The military, tax, and politics were basically in a state of paralysis. It was obvious how difficult it was for Heath to activate this situation and establish a new order.

Recruiting talents and forming teams could only be done in person. Other than the framework of the ruined city, everything else was basically starting from scratch.

"If I rush back to snatch the blood fountain, it wouldn't be too much..."

Heath felt that it was much more difficult than learning magic. He had invested a lot of energy into it.

But there was nothing he could do. The foundation of the human world had to be established.

With enough people, enough Apprentices could be produced. With enough Apprentices, Wizards could gather resources and grow magic materials, thus forming a continuous cycle. Basically, all Wizard organizations in the Wizard World operated in this way.

If they didn't recruit Apprentices from the human countries, would they let pure-blooded humans mine for them? Pick shrieking fruits? Raise demonized beasts?

In addition, the humans also bore the responsibility of mining magic stones for Wizards, planting low-grade materials, producing food, and the culture of Wizards' daily pastimes and entertainment.

Although the territory of Wizards was in the land of elements, the foundation was in the human world.

This showed the importance of the human kingdom to Wizards.

He had only taken advantage of it. Now everyone was busy fighting for territory in the Underdark Treesea and had no time to care about the human world. Otherwise, in peacetime, any human kingdom would have an owner. It was the personal property of Wizards.

The Wizard World was often used to blackmail and extort Magic Stones. The 'Spell Control Regulations' was specifically set up for this purpose.

Tiffany reported, "...We have built refugee camps in the four urban areas of the north, south, east, and west, and live separately according to your instructions, Sir... The slave market in the small square has also been banned, and the slaves are temporarily placed in refugee camps... If they are not disturbed, it should be no problem to resume production within three months."

After more than half a month of hard work, Heath had basically completed the recruitment of talents and the construction of the basic framework.

He had recruited an army, built a few refugee camps, and solved the problem of food from the grain merchants. The basic order was able to be maintained.

"In addition..." Tiffany asked, "Do you think we should appoint a new king? The scholars are already impatient."

After listening to Tiffany's report, Heath touched his chin.

The first goal of restoring order was basically achieved. Then, it was time to move on to the second goal, which was also crucial to a team and a powerful organization.

Ideology!