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Under the gaze of nearly two thousand people, Shirley didn't have stage fright at all. Unlike the others, Zorro didn't dare to look at her too much because he knew very well that this woman was the vessel of a god's descent. If he didn't know, it might not matter if he looked at this woman a few more times, and the gods wouldn't blame him. But after knowing the details, if he still stared at her, that would be an offense.
Beta thought for a moment and said, "You should be quite good at healing magic."
"It's alright," Shirley said modestly.
"Then starting tomorrow, you'll patrol the construction site. After all, it's rough labor. With nearly two thousand people working together, there will definitely be people accidentally injured. At that time, you'll treat them together. "
"Okay, no problem." Shirley smiled warmly.
Next, it was time for the students to choose their manpower. Beta didn't want to care too much. As a "Pope" and their "teacher," he knew the importance of delegating power. People couldn't do everything by themselves. They just had to grasp the big picture.
Besides, if one person monopolized power, no matter how powerful they were, no matter how high their reputation, it would still cause many people to be unhappy.
Beta was very confident in his students. He walked to the side and found Zorro, who was still holding the gold bricks in a daze. He smiled and asked, "What's wrong, scared? You have one of these gold bricks. After all, I said I would buy this land, and I won't go back on my word. "
Zorro had never held so much wealth before. He said somewhat guiltily, "It's too expensive. I know the price of land here. Selling it for twenty gold coins is already considered a very high price."
"Also, I need your help," said Beta. "My students are still children, although they are quite capable. Although they are quite capable, they aren't too mature in dealing with people. There will always be some dark spots in every place. We made such a big commotion as soon as we arrived, so there will definitely be people who don't like it. Moreover, seeing that they are children, there will be even more people who will think that there is an opportunity. "
Zorro nodded. "I understand. What you mean is for me to settle those little troublemakers who are threatening us."
Beta nodded and said, "Yes. That's what it means. "
Every time a big project started, there would always be gangsters looking for trouble. Bronze Drum City was different from Reed Village. Reed Village was a small village with a small population. Everyone knew each other, so no matter what Beta wanted to do, he wouldn't encounter any resistance.
Bronze Drum City was a medium-sized city with a population of hundreds of thousands. There were all kinds of people in the city. Some of them were blinded by greed. When they saw the movement in the slums, they came to ask for some benefits. It was highly possible.
The reason why Beta asked Zorro to help was to prevent such a thing from happening. After all, Zorro had stayed in the slums for so long and was able to guard a large piece of land. He was also a professional, so he should know how to deal with those people. Even if he didn't know, he would probably know who would come looking for trouble.
Zorro thought about it. Then he agreed.
With Zorro's help, things would be much easier. Very soon, the project started. Pieces of stone were transported to the surroundings of the slums, but they weren't in a hurry to turn the stones into slates. Instead, they dug sewers in the slums.
The hygiene of a small district or an area depended on the appearance and quality of the sewers. Everything was on track. The six students followed the blueprints drawn by Beta, directing and supervising the work of the laborers.
At first, these laborers weren't very enthusiastic because they didn't really believe that someone would be willing to pay to hire so many of them to work. At first, the enthusiasm of these workers was not too high, because they still did not believe that someone would be willing to pay to hire so many of them. Then came the high work attitude. They couldn't wait to use all their strength.
That was because Beta's students had already planned their daily work schedule. As long as they completed the schedule, they could receive their pay and rest earlier. Under such circumstances, the slums could almost be described as "crazy work."
If the work intensity was high, there would definitely be people who would sprain or get injured by heavy objects. As a divine creature, Shirley was very good at using divine arts. After her treatment, those people would recover from light injuries in less than half an hour and could quickly continue working. As a divine creature, Shirley was very good at using divine spells. After being treated by her, the minor injuries of those people would be healed in less than half an hour, and they would soon be able to continue working.
Zorro was one of the busier ones. Not only did he have to pay the workers, but he also had to guard against people from outside coming in or having malicious intentions.
Zorro was one of the busier ones. Not only did he have to pay the workers, but he also had to be on guard against outsiders sneaking in or harboring malicious intent. He had to prevent such things from happening.
In the end, he was running around outside every day, seemingly negotiating with people from other forces.
Beta didn't pay too much attention to him, but on the ninth day, something happened.
When Zorro returned from outside, he was covered in blood. He crawled back and looked miserable. He collapsed outside the slums due to lack of strength.
The first person to discover Zorro was Joan Of Arc. Then, under Joan Of Arc's notice, Beta immediately carried Zorro back to the latter's home.
After Shirley's treatment, Zorro quickly woke up.
This was a strong man, but he was still frowning because of the pain.
The bleeding wounds on his body weren't serious. They were all superficial wounds. However, his left hand and right leg had been broken into several pieces by someone. If it wasn't for Shirley's powerful healing magic that connected the bones back, Beta would have had to chop off Zorro's hands and feet and use limb rebirth.
But that would be even more painful. Broken limbs usually needed more than half a year to completely grow back. After they grew back, they still had to train for a long time. Otherwise, they would be very clumsy.
Beta looked at him and asked, "What happened?"
"Sir, I'm sorry. I messed up." Zorro hid on the bed and said with some shame, "Fatty Ceasar from the west of the city. He said that the slums were using too many stones without his permission, so you had to pay him a fee before he would let those stone merchants continue to sell."
The student in charge of purchasing materials immediately came forward and said, "Indeed, we went to quite a few shops today, but they weren't willing to sell to us, even if I raised the price by one-tenth."
"Just because of that, he heavily injured you?"
Zorro said helplessly, "I've seen Fatty Ceasar before, and I can barely get along with him. But I didn't expect him to be so insistent this time, insisting that you bring the gold coin to see him."
Beta suddenly felt somewhat helpless. He didn't overestimate Zorro, but he underestimated those people's obsession with benefits.
No matter what, Zorro was still a professional, yet he was beaten so badly. In other words, there was at least one person on the other side who was stronger than Zorro. This wasn't the power of an ordinary underworld society. Beta highly suspected that the other party had someone behind them.
"Where is he now? I'll go see him."
Zorro knew that he wasn't strong, but he also knew how powerful Beta and that girl called Shirley were. How could someone who could talk to God and chat casually with him not be powerful!?
"There's a special black house in the west of the city. I'll draw you a map, and you'll be able to find it easily."
Half an hour later, Beta took Zorro's map and appeared in front of a large black house with Shirley.
A group of welcoming young people squatted at the door. When they saw Beta and Shirley, they immediately surrounded them.
Beta was wearing a magic robe, while Shirley's body occasionally flashed with golden light. Anyone who saw their appearance and appearance would know that they were professionals. This group of arrogant young people was no exception, but they were quite courageous, much more so than the average person.
"Who are you people?" The leading young man was quite good-looking, but the hostility on his face ruined his temperament too much. "This is Lord Ceasar's territory. If there's nothing special, you'd better leave. Otherwise, don't blame us for not following the rules."
This person kept looking at Shirley as he spoke.
But Shirley ignored him.
Beta said, "Fatty Ceasar told us to come, so we came."
"Oh, you're two idiots preparing to build a temple in the slums," the young man mocked. The young man mocked, "Lord Caesar is inside, but we have a rule here. No one is allowed to bring a weapon when meeting Lord Caesar. This woman looks suspicious to me. I have to search her. "
As the young man spoke, he reached out to Shirley's two mountains of white buns. But as soon as he did this, he flew backward and disintegrated into countless magic elements in the air.
Then, Shirley withdrew her finger.
The other young people were stunned. They swallowed their saliva and took a step back.
Upon seeing this, Beta smiled faintly and strode into the house. The house was very big, but they soon found the person they were looking for on the second floor, although it was not convenient to describe the method.
Ceasar was the owner of this house. He was a fatty, a very big fatty. At least, Beta had never seen such a fat person. He was estimated to weigh at least three hundred kilograms.
He sat on a very big chair, and the fat hanging down from his body spread out on the chair like dough. Beta even doubted if this fatty could still stand up and walk.
But reality ruthlessly slapped Beta in the face. Not only could Ceasar stand up, but he also seemed to be quite agile when walking.
Ceasar's gaze passed in front of Beta and then fell on Shirley. Shock flashed in his eyes before he said, "You're the people planning to build a temple in the slums? Are you idiots? "
"That's none of your business." Beta chuckled and snorted. "Did you have Zorro's limbs broken?"
"Because he doesn't know the rules." The fat on Ceasar's face trembled. "He's just a dog. He's not qualified to talk to me about the slums on your behalf."