"Why are there so many people here? Are people from other civilian forces here too?"

The square in front of the Bastion base is now crowded with people.

This made Yale, the young man who had left the walled city, who had come to pay his respects, feel a little uneasy.

"No, no, no! These people are all here for population registration. As you know, the dryads destroyed the buildings, and the plague killed many people. Although some people survived, their limbs were mutilated.

The mechanic said that as long as they come to him to register, they will be able to get a bionic body for free in a while, which will turn them back into healthy people. "

Free. This word may appear the least frequently among all the words in Storm Bay.

But it is undeniable that anything free will attract a group of people who want to take advantage.

“What if they can’t deliver?”

Subconsciously, Yale felt that this was a conspiracy, just like the plague and the tree spirit before.

But on second thought, Yale became cheerful.

If Bastion fails to fulfill his promise here, he can just put on another show, and maybe he can gain another round of followers.

Although these people are currently disabled and may not be of much help to him, more people are always better than few.

But just as he was thinking this, warm cheers suddenly broke out from the crowd in front of him.

Then, the crowd immediately dispersed to both sides, leaving a gap.

A man was running quickly in this gap, tears streaming down his face.

"I can run! I can run! I'm no longer a useless person!"

With a hoarse shout, the man ran away and disappeared.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that, although one of the man's legs looks very much like a real leg, it is indeed somewhat different from a normal human leg.

“Wow, there really is such technology!”

Seeing a real-life example appear before their eyes, people who were originally hesitant immediately began to sign up enthusiastically.

Occasionally someone would cause a small disturbance, but the weapons on the bastion would quickly calm everyone's minds.

The gathering of the crowd made the square very stuffy, so the solid nitrogen launcher on the bastion would occasionally launch solid nitrogen upwards to lower the temperature here.

The sound of the cannon can also make those who have ulterior motives behave themselves a little more.

After looking around the square for a long time, Yale wanted to go directly into the bastion to see Carl.

He thought that he already had some power now, and although joining Carl would make him somewhat inferior to others, he would at least be able to get a good position.

However, when he saw that those who were in charge of registration were the students of Kolanburg who had saved him and the people who had received professional training with him in the walled city, he hesitated.

The students of Kolanburg were fine, but those guys whom he once looked down upon were now actually maintaining law and order in an orderly manner.

Several of them seem to have condensed their spiritual cores, but I don’t know what their specific professions are.

"If I come back, I will be like them, right? Then why have I gone through so much trouble?"

Thinking this in his mind, Yale immediately turned around, grabbed his subordinates and left.

In order to become the leader of those people, he used all kinds of strategies and took risks himself. He didn't want to be outdone by others.

But as a person who barely completed basic education, Yale did not know that sometimes choice is more important than hard work.

Sunk costs do not factor into major decisions.

…

For five days, Carl set up the production line.

In addition to the production lines for engineering structures, there are also production lines for bionic prostheses.

The first batch of twenty engineering structures has set off for the port for expansion and renovation work.

Those "cyborgs" who received bionic prostheses were assigned to do odd jobs at construction sites.

Carl promised to build accommodation for them immediately after the port project was completed, and these people burst into unprecedented enthusiasm for work.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to imagine how much importance a Storm Bay resident attaches to "owning a house of their own".

It is no exaggeration to say that this is almost the lifelong wish of many people.

In fact, Carl could have used policies such as real estate speculation to tie down a group of people to work for him, which is what the Storm Parliament did in the beginning.

But the land in Storm Bay is so small that the land economy is doomed to collapse.

Compared to housing, the interests of Long Jing are the most important! Based on Karl’s experience and lessons from his previous life, the real estate bubble is doomed to burst. The only difference is in whose hands it bursts and how serious it will burst.

Xiao Benzi was unable to recover from the real estate crash until Carl was reincarnated.

Carl thought he didn't have the economic acumen to think about these things, so he simply didn't touch them.

But if people have a place to live and cheap food, what motivation do they have to work hard? In peaceful areas, this may indeed affect the development of cities.

In the past, the biggest landowner was the Storm Council. All the houses belonged to them and no one else could snatch them.

But now, the house is yours, and no one is obligated to help you protect your little home.

So, if someone wants to occupy your home and steal your money, what is the best way? Not to reason with them, not to beg them, but to punch them in the face with a fist as big as a sandbag, and then spit at them.

Yes, Carl intends to directly use the law of the jungle as the future management tendency of Storm Bay.

This would also be something the druids of Winter would welcome.

However, Carl would not allow the Sons of Winter to recruit members and expand themselves in such an environment, so he introduced bionic prostheses.

Judging from the situation of No. 18, people with bionic prostheses will not be able to continue to achieve success on the druid path.

Carl has prepared 33 sets of upgrade strategies for bionic prostheses. Once these people adapt to life with advanced prostheses, even if they can earn money to restore their limbs, they may not go to the priest to restore their original bodies.

Unless the part he broke off is hard to tell.

At noon that day, Carl finished his work and prepared to take Hope and Ying out to inspect the progress of the project. However, not long after they left the underground ruins, a cloud of mist landed in front of the three of them.

This scene made the three of them feel as if they were dreaming back to a few days ago, but this time Hope and Ying did not leave according to the previous script. Instead, they chose to stay firmly.

"You really didn't disappoint me! But your little trick was a little too targeted at us."

As the clouds quickly condensed, the level 16 druid of Son of Winter appeared in front.

He was still the same as before. If Carl didn't know that the culprit who caused the death of 30% of the population in Storm Bay was the person in front of him, he would definitely think that the other party was a respected senior in a druid society.

"I have nothing to say to you. You'd better leave quickly. As soon as I summon the mecha, my master will be here immediately."

After hearing Carl's threat, the druid's expression actually became much more serious.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to fight you. No one wants to fight a prepared high-level artificer. It's really a nightmare.

I just hope you can develop a prosthetic that can be used by druids.

Maybe it's because you are from Eludin? You may have some misunderstandings about us, the Children of Winter. We just believe in the survival of the fittest, but we are still very open to new things. "

The other party’s words made Karl snort coldly.

Carl: "I'm not lying to you. If I could develop it, I would have done it a long time ago. I also have a Cyberman companion who has been completely transformed. She just can't use her Druid abilities because of her bionic body."

Druid: "Since she is your companion, why don't you use regeneration to heal her?"

Carl: "I do want to, but she seems to have been hit by some extraordinary curse. Her body cannot be restored. Except for her internal organs, bones, and brain, everything else on her body has been replaced with prosthetics."

Hearing this, the druid rolled his eyes thoughtfully.

"Thank you for telling me so much, but you may have overlooked one thing. Isn't the material on your girlfriend the best material for making special prostheses?"

Pointing his finger at the carbon fiber armor on Hope, the druid smiled slightly, as if he was an old grandfather instructing a brave man.

Carl tilted his head and his thoughts paused for a moment.

"Hiss~, don't tell me, please don't tell me, this matter..."

Hope's carbon fiber armor was specially researched by Carl in order to avoid the druids' inability to wear metal armor.

The reason why No. 18 cannot use druid abilities is essentially because the metal parts in her body are counted as part of the metal armor.

"It seems like you already have an idea? That's great. We, the Sons of Winter, will fund your research. The adventurers stranded in the adventure zone now belong to us, the Sons of Winter. They will serve as your control experimental group for development. So, goodbye!"

With the glow of magic, the druid transformed into a golden eagle and flew away.

Looking at her boyfriend who was standing there and had already entered the thinking mode, Hope interrupted Carl's thoughts with embarrassment and asked, "Do you still need to check the progress of the project?"

Forcing himself to stop his wandering thoughts, Carl nodded.

"Go! Of course I have to go! By the way, Hope, I think I may have found a way to quickly enhance your strength in a short period of time..."

Amidst the ongoing discussion, the three arrived at the construction site.

The port was already beginning to take shape at this time, and Joanna and the young holy warrior Kasha were responsible for managing the security of the place.

Karl only found out a few days ago that the two were cousins.

Therefore, he did not stop the two siblings from trying to gain management rights in Storm Bay.

When they saw Carl, the two siblings bowed a little embarrassedly, and then began to introduce the situation here to Carl.

With the presence of engineering constructs and Moon Spirit maids, the public security here does not really need to be managed, but the helping cyborgs think they are managers sent by Carl, so they subconsciously obey their arrangements.

This was stealing Carl's power, so the siblings felt very guilty about it.

But their elders and their teachers strictly ordered them to continue doing so.

Because it’s for a “greater purpose.”

(End of this chapter)