The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Under what circumstances can a city quickly absorb thousands of floating people and convert them into an industrial population?

The answer is labor shortage.

The labor market in Baldur's Gate is abundant. From farmers to barbers and brothel workers, locals are still fighting for a decent job, let alone outsiders.

Among the tiefling refugees, the only one who can really do well is Demo. He is a master-level blacksmith, and he also masters the forging skills spread in hell. He is a truly rare talent, and he can be awarded the title of Ironsmith. .

In addition, half-baked bards like Alfila can only go to the Elf Song Tavern to sweep the floor.

As for orphans like Moore, they are all criminal reserves. When underground organizations such as guilds see him, they will say that this guy is invincible and that he was born to eat this kind of food.

If you want to resettle refugees, you have to create a labor shortage. Under what circumstances will there be a labor shortage?

War is of course one way. Now that the Supreme God's troops are approaching the city, if they really want to attack in a large scale, it would not be unusual for tens of thousands of people to die.

But a better way is to start an industrial revolution in this medieval fantasy and magic world, which can easily absorb several times the number of immigrants.

This proposal was actually made by Belina, and this is what she planned - with the knowledge backup of an alien library, people of insight will certainly not lack a keen business vision.

The library tower contains a full set of Marvel universe technology, as well as magical technology from the Elder Scrolls world. Just a little bit of it is enough to support an industry worth hundreds of billions of gold coins.

The only problem is that the education level of the people in Faerûn in this era is too low, resulting in a lack of sufficient industrial population. The first crank to start the era machine has not yet appeared, or it has already appeared, but its influence Only spread within a small area.

In the churches of Gond, the god of craftsmanship, craftsmen swung hammers to build the first internal combustion engine, looking for usable fuel or substitutes. In the church of Ogma, the Lord of Knowledge, the priests attempt to compile textbooks on general education and spread them throughout Faerûn. At the Blackstaff Academy in Waterdeep, the mages are discussing whether it is possible to restore the glory of the Netherese era, or even go further.

All of these are naturally changes brought about by Linde.

As for himself, he was still thinking about how to rescue a group of Gond believers.

Nowadays, rescuing Gond believers is not just about fighting Gotash. Belina is counting on these professional craftsmen to lead the industrial development of Baldur's Gate, and this is related to the refugee issue... The world is indeed universally connected.

In short, the goal is to rescue all the craftsmen and reduce losses as much as possible. In this way, explosives cannot be used to directly blast the foundry into the sky.

Time flew by and it was soon after dark.

The missing Minsala is still missing, and her whereabouts cannot be detected even with the use of prophecy.

The adventure team had to return to the Lower City first.

The tavern was still very lively, with people drinking, gambling, and some guests staying up all night.

But the street is much quieter. Baldur's Gate is not a holy place for security. On the contrary, it can compete with famous criminal cities such as Los Santos, Gotham, and Night City.

So those who are still out at night are basically not ordinary citizens. Thieves, cultists, vampires, they are all murderers. Some underground organizations are also most active at this time. From time to time, there will be some sounds of swords, swords, fireballs, acid, and the like.

Lind asked his teammates to take a nap after dinner to replenish their energy before they go out tonight.

The destination is the Iron Guard Foundry at the Gray Harbor Pier. The reason why we don't come during the day is naturally to facilitate reconnaissance. There is no way to sneak in broad daylight.

In this dark night, the chimneys of the foundry are still filled with thick smoke, and the roar of the production line is endless.

More Iron Guards are being produced.

Each Iron Guard consumes thousands of pounds of metal materials, and the cost is quite high. Gotash successfully sold it to the city government, so he made a lot of money, just like a money printing machine. The craftsmen in the foundry worked overtime all night, and uninformed people thought they were getting overtime pay.

The adventurers stood at the docks of Gray Harbor conducting reconnaissance. There are street lights outside the foundry, iron guards and armed personnel guarding the main entrance, and iron guards patrolling behind the walls and on the roof. It is truly watertight.

"Jahira, you can turn into a cat and sneak in. Gale and I use our gaseous form to turn into clouds and get into the ventilation ducts. The rest will be on guard here first." Linde quickly made personnel arrangements.

"Be safe." Shadow Heart said softly.

Karak jumped on the spot twice to warm up, "Hey, if you are in trouble, just make some noise and I will rush in to save you. Do you understand, soldier?"

Outside the gate of the foundry, a Benn believer squinted his eyes and looked at the shadowy movement on the dock in the distance. He clicked his tongue and said to his companion: "Hey, look there, is there anyone there?"

"Probably a fisherman." My companion yawned and exhaled a thin layer of white mist. "It's such a cold night."

Under the moonlight, a gray and white kitten slipped over against the wall.

The Bane believer guarding the door glanced at it without paying much attention.

Jaheira successfully got through the crack in the door. Rails were laid in the yard, connecting the foundry and the private dock to facilitate the loading and unloading of goods. In the middle of the night, a cargo ship for transporting steel ingots arrived.

There are several dwarfs wearing collars at the dock to help unload the goods. They are wearing simple work clothes. They are Gond believers.

Jaheira wanted to communicate with these Gond followers, but there were Bane followers nearby who were watching. She waited patiently and took the opportunity to jump into the rail car where the goods were transferred.

The crates filled with steel ingots bear Zhentarim labels. Jaheira wrinkled her cat face and sneered in her heart: Sure enough, wherever there is crime, there is a black network.

She sniffed the smell emanating from the cargo box - the weird fishy smell, which is hell iron, one of the necessary raw materials for casting the Iron Guard, and is mainly used to make the hell engine.

The truck slowly entered the factory, and a large number of numb-looking Gond craftsmen stood beside the machines, performing repetitive tasks.

Jaheira wandered around with her eyes hidden, observing the personnel layout.

Finally, she found the most critical person, the most senior craftsman in the foundry, a blind dwarf, whom the other dwarfs called Zannah.

Zana Tubin handed over the work carefully. His body was on the verge of reaching its limit, so he returned to the dormitory.

This is more like a prison cell than a dormitory, and the door must be opened.

Zannah prayed to his god in the darkness.

"Shh, be quiet, listen to me - we are here to save you." (End of Chapter)