Ange squatted there distressed, mass relocate people here? How to relocate, oh, farming is just not his specialty, and are we supposed to let everyone enter the Resting Palace and then carry them over one by one?
When would that end? What if they got torn in half? Living people aren't as tough as Feiti and can't be pieced back together like ordinary farming skeletons.
Go back and shove them over? That would be even slower, shoving two hundred people a day, even ten thousand days would only amount to two million people, it would take one hundred and fifty ten thousand days to reach thirty million.
Ange, fiddling with his fingers, couldn't figure it out and had to ask Negris.
"Four thousand one hundred years, why do you ask?" Negris asked, puzzled.
Calculated like this, it didn't seem too long, just cramming for four thousand years should do it...
