After reading it, Gavin couldn't help but sincerely praise: "You are worthy of being a professional, you are professional in doing things, but there are a few points that need to be improved."
"Please speak." Zach put on a humble look to ask for advice.
"First, the mine and the accommodation are separated. The mine is the mine, and the accommodation is the accommodation. The two cannot be confused. Try to reduce casualties after the landslide. Especially our tribe is in a period of rapid expansion. In a short period of time, there will be a lot of personnel changes. When mining, this must be fully considered."
"Second, the stability of the mine must be further strengthened, and safety during mining must be ensured as much as possible."
"Third, a main mine road must be designed. It must be high and large enough to at least accommodate carriages to enter and exit freely, which is convenient for ore transportation."
"The above is my personal opinion. If there is anything unreasonable, you can directly raise it."
Gavin will naturally not act arbitrarily, especially when it comes to professional matters such as mining. "The first two are very reasonable. As long as you change your thinking a little, it's easy to do. The last point is a bit difficult." Zach replied, "The larger the mine is, the greater the overall effort. If there is not enough additional support, the possibility of collapse will increase significantly." "Is there any solution?" "Yes, using a lot of logs for support is the simplest way, but I don't recommend it. Doing so will greatly increase the cost of mining and is not conducive to later expansion. The best way is to have a spellcaster who is proficient in stone shaping to strengthen the mine." Zach showed a rather regretful expression and said, "I'm still one level short, otherwise I can do this." Stone shaping is a three-ring spell that can only be cast by a sixth-level warlock, and Zach is level five. "It's just one professional level. Work hard. Believe me, it will be quick." Gavin rubbed his chin, which was beginning to grow stubble, and said, "Then follow the current pace. When your professional level comes up, it won't be too late to expand the main mine. Safety first." Mass slaughter is a shortcut. It's unnecessary, and Gavin is unwilling to use it easily. There is another way, which is to deploy a large number of dog-headed miners under Zach, let them transform the Black Well Mine and mine iron ore under his leadership, and everything will come to fruition in a short time. "Yes." "If there is nothing else, start working, and dig out the most iron ore in the shortest time. As expected, my human merchant friends will come in the middle of the next ten days. They will bring more supplies. If there is not enough iron ore, they can't eat their goods. If you need anything, just come to me, I will try my best to help solve it." Gavin implied that the mining work of the Black Well Iron Mine was handed over to Zach. "Yes, sir." Zach happily accepted the order. He didn't expect that this adult would act so unconventionally and give him so much power and trust so quickly. He must work harder. "Go, and let Gos come to see me by the way. I have an important task for him." Gavin waved his hand. "Yes." Zach accepted the order and left. Saying that the task was important was just an excuse. There can't be two masters in a village, especially for two tribes that have just merged, and they can't give orders to two different people. The mining task has been handed over to Zach, so Goss can't be left in there any longer. Gavin didn't have any idea what task to assign to Goss, so he decided to keep him by his side as a megaphone to remotely control the entire Black Well Tribe. In a short period of time, he would let Goss follow him wherever he went. Goss didn't doubt him at all, and followed Gavin happily. His whole dog life was full of sunshine, and he felt that his power had been further improved. After nearly ten days of meat and vegetable supplements, the nutritional status of the Black Well Dogheads has been significantly improved, and they are no longer the skinny and skinny appearance when they first met. In addition to daily work, Gavin began to give them appropriate physical and combat training. This kind of training is of course not treated equally, but divided according to career planning. The guard reserve team led by Cangya naturally carried out the most intense and dense formal training, and implemented a strict elimination system. If you can't even keep up with the basic training, you will be eliminated and assigned to other professions in a short time.
Other professions carried out moderate training, especially running, which was the most frequent, including various projects such as mountain, speed change, long-distance, and weight-bearing, which was to prepare for future migration and long-distance travel. Light training was mixed in with other training to relieve fatigue. If we talk about the highest training intensity, Gavin is the first choice, followed by Half-Ogre Howl. Even if Gavin told others that he was a warlock, not a warrior, no one would believe it. Even Cangya was ashamed of his training intensity and had been trying to learn and imitate it. As for Half-Ogre Howl, it was not because he wanted to, but because he had to do it under Gavin's coercion. Once the corresponding training tasks were not completed, the food supply would be halved, which was the punishment he could not tolerate the most. From time to time, Gavin would come down and fight him in actual combat. The young priest kindly healed him and made him recall why he was here. This made the half-ogre Howl feel like he was living between heaven and hell. It was just that he spent too little time in heaven (meal time), and the rest of the time was in hell. The half-ogre himself didn't feel it, but outsiders could clearly see his changes. His big belly was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the muscle contours of his whole body were bulging. He originally relied more on the brute force brought by his large physique. His own training was limited, and there was still a huge space for development. In actual combat, he could hold on longer and longer under Gavin. He no longer relied on brute force to fight. He knew how to dodge and exert force to further explore his advantages. Pain is the best teacher. In front of this teacher, even the not-so-smart half-ogre became a little enlightened and had to work hard to improve himself and reduce his pain. Seeing Gavin striding towards him, the half-ogre couldn't help but tremble and shrank his shoulders as much as possible. If he wasn't so tall, he would have wanted to get under the table. Compared with physical training, he didn't like actual combat training with Gavin. What you fear will come to you. Gavin's footsteps finally stopped in front of the half-ogre. Hou knew he couldn't hide, so he squatted down and bowed slightly, saying, "My lord, what do you want me to do?" It wasn't that the half-ogre had learned etiquette, but every time they sparred, because of his height, Gavin always attacked his lower half, and his tendons were cut more than twice a day on average. Now when he saw Gavin, he felt his feet throbbing and couldn't help squatting down. "Did you collect taxes in the past few days?" Gavin obviously didn't come to ravage the half-ogre this time. "Collect taxes?" Hou's face was full of doubts, and there was obviously no such word in his brain. "It's the days when we go to other goblin and kobold tribes to collect tribute." Gavin changed to a more popular way of saying it. "It seems to be these few days." The half-ogre was a little hesitant. He always determined his itinerary based on the food in his cave and his hunger. Recently, his stomach has been full, which made him lose the concept of time. Every day is almost the same. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was training.