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The water supply itself was another issue.

The city's water was simply drawn from the lake, which was never particularly clean. It was naturally prone to carrying waterborne diseases.

To address this, Abel decided to build a water treatment facility north of Perias.

Instead of adding chemicals, the new plant would use a sand filtration system to purify the water. Along with encouraging the populace to boil water for more than 30 minutes before drinking, this setup would prevent most illnesses.

Additionally, it would act as a safeguard against attempts to poison the city's water.

"Alright," Abel said aloud, his mind resolute. "Let's get to work."

Abel passed through the north gate of Perias alongside the laborers, his gaze drawn to the long aqueduct stretching from the lake at the mountain's base.

It must have been a magnificent sight when it was first built, yet now, years of wear had taken their toll.

Some parts had collapsed, and traces of overflowing water could be seen here and there. In just a few more years, it seemed likely that the aqueduct would completely lose its functionality.

"It's very worn out, just as Your Highness said," one worker noted.

"That's right. If it collapses, the city will turn into a sea of water," another replied.

"Imagine if Lake Ainpole at the mountain's base were to flood the city. It would be terrible."

People looked at the old aqueduct and chatted among themselves. Abel realized he'd hardly noticed it until now, even though it had been a constant presence.

"But to rebuild that aqueduct... wouldn't it take a long time?" someone asked.

"It's like tearing it down and building from scratch, so of course it would," another agreed.

"Does that mean water won't flow into the city until the construction is finished?"

The water supply of Perias primarily served the inner castle, where the palace and mansions were located, though a few wells existed elsewhere. They provided water, albeit in limited amounts, making the wait long.

While the others worried, Abel had a secret conversation with Shuguri.

"Is this for real?" he asked in a low voice.

"Of course! With that demigod's help, I can do it," Shuguri replied confidently.

"There can't be even the slightest mistake. If anyone errs, the city will be submerged in water," Abel warned.

Shuguri placed his paws on his waist, standing tall. "Oh, come on! You don't trust me?"

In truth, more than half of what Shuguri said was nonsense. But there wasn't any other option—it would be nearly impossible to complete such a massive project quickly using only human labor.

Mobilizing a large number of wizards was a possibility, but realistically challenging. Those research-obsessed hermits wouldn't put effort into something like this, even if they were promised research funds.

Vargas, Abel thought, was unique in this regard.

'Oh, he's only helpful because of his illness,' Abel reminded himself. It had calmed down now, but if not for the Cordyceps Sinensis Danhwan, Vargas might not have been so cooperative.

This time, Abel decided to seek help from Shuguri and Adam. "By the way, they should have been here by now," he muttered. They'd reached Lake Ainpole, but today's workers hadn't arrived yet.

Abel strolled along the lakefront, trying to look casual despite feeling the growing suspicion of the laborers. It made sense—they had been brought to a remote area, only to wait idly.

Just as he silently cursed Adam for breaking his promise, he spotted a shadow moving beyond the bushes. A massive figure in a tuxedo emerged. There was no mistaking it; this was Adam.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Abel demanded.

"Huh? Oh, when did you arrive?" Adam asked, surprised.

"Didn't you see all those people? There's no way you didn't notice," Abel replied.

"I didn't see them—I was concentrating."

"Concentrating on what exactly?"

Adam looked down, seemingly pleased with himself, and lifted a bow tie with a blue jewel in the center. "Look at this! I asked Mr. Martin, the chief tailor, to make it," he said, showing off.

It was slightly absurd, yet somewhat impressive. Abel couldn't help but wonder when Adam, who had once led a reclusive life in the Erset mines, had become so socially active.

"Enough of the vanity. Can you really handle this?" Abel asked, skeptical.

"All I have to do is get along with this half-devil," Adam replied.

"What was that?" Shuguri cut in defensively.

"Enough," Abel interrupted. "If you two can't pull yourselves together, I'll ban you both from your perks. Adam, no more tailored clothes from Martin. Shuguri, no access to the spirit."

The two glanced at each other, clearly shaken by Abel's warning.

"Understood?" Abel asked firmly.

"Yes, sir!" Adam and Shuguri replied in unison, standing at attention. Their weak spots exposed, they fell in line.

Abel led the two over to the crowd of laborers. "We'll tear down the aqueduct connecting Perias and build a new one," he announced. He pointed toward the west side of the lake, where dozens of wagons were lined up, loaded with large pipes and various tools.

"There are only two tasks for you. I'll clear the path ahead, and you'll clear the area. Then, you just need to move the materials."

Despite his clear instructions, the workers exchanged puzzled glances.

One of them raised a hand hesitantly. "Excuse me, sir. I understand the tasks, but I don't understand how you'll make the path."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Oh, I see. Curious, are you? Well, it's hard to explain, but just watch and you'll understand."

Abel gave a quick nod to Adam and Shuguri, who exchanged reluctant looks before sighing deeply.

"There's no choice—this is just a temporary alliance," Adam muttered.

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even look at you," Shuguri replied.

They grasped each other's hands, muttering incantations under their breath.

"Oh, Supreme Being of Heaven, let me be a righteous today," Shuguri murmured.

"Evil spirit of the underworld, forgive me for cooperating with this half-devil rascal," Adam added.

Abel could only shake his head. It was an impressive scene to behold—the sacred white light interweaving with a dark purple aura. Such a sight could probably never be seen anywhere else.

But their chanting...

"You're sure no one else heard that telepathy?" Abel asked.

"Yeah, we were just talking to ourselves," Shuguri replied, relieved.

"Good, but does it have to be that way?"

"Huh?"

"You weren't praying. You were just enjoying insulting each other."

"Oh, that's... a kind of shortcut," Shuguri said with a shrug.

Abel frowned, puzzled. "And that means...?"

"Well, if I tried to explain it all..."

Abel watched the two at work, but Peltron suddenly interrupted with a warning.

"Hey, Captain."

"Yes?"

"Get ready. It's coming."

"What's coming?"

"You'll see a powerful wave soon."

Abel barely had time to react before Peltron's warning came to life.

The ground shook as a tremendous force seemed to ripple through, lifting him high into the air. His body rose to about fifty meters, his speed slowing as he reached the peak.

Abel extended his finger towards Perias in that state.

"Is this how it should be done?"

Kugugugugugu!

To his surprise, the floor began to crack in the direction he was pointing. At first, a huge rectangular pit appeared. This would become a water treatment plant to filter the water.

'Next is the aqueduct's turn.'

Lake Ainpol was positioned higher than Perias. Moreover, the river water was supposed to flow only to the northwest. The terrain was such that no matter how much rain fell, it would not overflow towards the city. The aqueduct had helped them overcome that.

But the facility was too old and unsanitary.

"Go!"

Abel reached out towards the massive structure that led to Perias. Then, with a loud noise, the aqueduct began to collapse.

Kookwakwakwakwakwa!

People who were watching the scene shouted, "Your Majesty the Duke has finally obtained the power of the gods!"

No, wait a minute. That's way over-exaggerated.

The aqueduct continued to crumble as the power Abel had unleashed rippled through the ground, shaking the very foundation of the structure. Dust and debris filled the air, making it difficult for the onlookers to see clearly.

"Be careful!" one of the guards shouted, instinctively moving forward to shield the people from the falling rubble. But Abel stood unmoving, his gaze fixed on the destruction.

The once-mighty aqueduct, now reduced to a pile of crumbling stone, continued to collapse with a resounding roar. The sound was deafening, like the growl of some ancient beast awakening from a long slumber.

Abel clenched his fists, feeling the energy surging through him. It was a power unlike anything he had ever felt before. But even as the aqueduct fell, he was aware that the true test was yet to come.

His mind raced, thinking of the next step. The pit he had created would serve its purpose, but it was only the beginning. There was much more to be done. The city needed more than just a water treatment plant—it needed a complete overhaul. Infrastructure, sanitation, defense. All of it needed to be rebuilt, and quickly.