Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

The two dukes, who had been exchanging opinions for a while, held their heads. They had planned the operation from various angles, but no good plan came to mind.

Then, the Duke of Sierra raised his head with gloomy eyes and said, "Let's go back to basics."

"How?"

"What do you think is most lacking in the Carriers Duchy at present?"

"That's the troops. That cunning Abel Carriers, in order to avoid arousing His Majesty the Emperor's suspicion—oh?"

Duke Giovanni's eyes sparkled with interest.

Just hearing one question made a ton of attack methods come to mind. That was understandable, as these two dukes were veterans of power struggles. How many things must have happened to get to that position?

Just thirty patrolmen and thirty guards. Even a decent barony would have more troops than that.

"The defense of the Dukedom of Carriers isn't bad. I heard they've built a wall around the Midias factory."

"Even so, the security force is woefully inadequate. If they set fire to the fields or factories, how can we stop them?"

"How about spreading a rumor that you were punished by heaven for daring to cross the realm of the gods?"

"Kuuuuu! This story is going well. Let's come up with a plan to make it as invisible as possible."

"Since we can just vent our frustrations anyway, there's no need to use our troops. In times like this, it's best to use the underworld."

The two dukes began to plot excitedly and happily.

A few days later, late one night, covert activity began around the Duchy of Carriers and Midias. Dozens of masked figures suddenly appeared.

As if they were assassins, they avoided surveillance without making a sound. Soon, flames erupted simultaneously from the wheat fields and vineyards of the Duchy of Carriers and from the factory area of Midias.

Whoosh, whoosh!

"Oh, it's fire!"

"There's a fire in the wheat field!"

"There's a fire at the factory over there too!"

People ran in all directions. The culprits who set the fire looked at each other and quickly sent hand signals. Now that the operation was successful, it seemed like they were trying to get out quickly.

But they couldn't move very far before they had to stop.

"Don't panic! Just follow the instructions!"

"The water gun is ready!"

"Start pumping!"

"One! Two! One! Two!"

After an unknown shout, water jets shot from all directions, beginning to put out the fire. The criminals who were watching this scene muttered to each other.

"What, what do we do now?"

"What are you going to do? Let's retreat for now."

But they couldn't go very far. It was because of a man who suddenly appeared.

"What the heck? These thieves."

It was Cordell McNeill, the black agent of the Imperial Guard Knights.

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Abel POV:

The water supply in Perias was restored to normal in less than a month. A huge sand filter was built in the water treatment plant, and clean water without any floating particles flowed through the pipes. The porcelain coffin buried inside the aqueduct was Adam's work.

'It's strange that the things he makes hardly ever get wet.'

Thanks to this, it could be used as a sanitary water pipe. Isn't there a risk of ceramic noodles breaking?

First, the probability of damage was low. Because it's made thicker, its durability has improved several times. Moreover, since it was completely sealed off from the outside world, there was no way the water could become contaminated.

In the past, rainwater would flow into exposed pipes and turn into sewage.

"Now the water supply and sewerage are done."

I approached the huge pit south of Perias. This place was a garbage dump that also served as a recycling facility. Of course, it was not classified as diversely as in the modern world.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

They just buried everything except the metal. Because the iron could be melted down and used.

"Can you tell me how much throughput you can handle?"

"Oh, Your Majesty… No, what is it, Mayor?"

When I approached him and suddenly spoke to him, the person in charge of the site looked surprised. I guess he didn't know I would come out here and see him. If the policy wasn't going to end up being a waste of time, I had to go out and check it for myself.

It's a very obvious truth, but there are many politicians who don't do this properly. 'Because they think that everything will work out just by giving orders. They don't even realize that their flatterers are blinding them.'

I gestured lightly around. It meant to tell me not to worry and just work. Then he quietly looked at the person in charge of the site.

"Oh, yes. Are you talking about the throughput? It's a little over 80 tons per day."

"How long will this treatment plant be able to handle?"

"It should easily take a year because the pit is so huge."

"When you get there, be sure to report back. I'll be making a new one down there."

"Yes!"

The pit in the garbage dump was also a joint work of Adam and Shuguri. This time, it was much easier. Just dig all the way down.

'The landmass is so large that it can be dealt with like this.'

It was something that would have been unthinkable in Korea. In the first place, there aren't many open spaces this wide. Besides, how much opposition would there be if it were a hate facility?

"What about the collection side? Do people put them out well?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. Everyone knows how to stack them on the cart. The number of people throwing things away has decreased significantly."

Along with the installation of the dump, crackdowns were strengthened, initially catching hundreds of people. When they imposed heavy fines, the effect was immediate.

"Okay. Let's just keep it like this."

"I will give it my all!"

"Don't work yourself to death. Just do it responsibly and without getting hurt."

"Yes?"

The person in charge of the scene looked momentarily bewildered. I put the most passionate of the sanitation workers I hired in large numbers in charge. As a result, Mr. Harvey, who was from the slums, came up. Naturally, the bureaucrats' gazes were not kind. There was something called neighborhood discrimination in Perias, like looking after legitimate and illegitimate children separately.

'Just do your job well. What's the big deal?'

Of course, it was a standard that would not even work for me. Perhaps because he had always been obsessed with social status, Harvey looked moved.

"Then, thank you for your hard work."

I lightly patted her shoulder and turned around when I heard her sobbing behind me.

"Ugh! I'll work harder, Mayor!"

"I told you not to push yourself too hard."

I smiled broadly and left the garbage dump.

The next stop was the fire department. Perias was famous for its strong walls. However, most of the houses in the city were built of wood. When a fire broke out, it quickly spread to the next house and caused extensive damage.

However, it was not possible to immediately replace all buildings with stone. Then what should I do?

'We have no choice but to suppress it as quickly as possible.'

As expected, water was the best at putting out fire. Why not just scoop up water in buckets from the water sources installed throughout the city? So when will it ever end? You have to spray it hard and suppress it in an instant.

So, what was invented was a handgun. 'Should we call it the original fire truck?' It's a mechanical pump that was introduced during the Joseon Dynasty, but I made it a little bigger. That is, by connecting it to a carriage and pulling it. The principle was that when several people pumped the water using a seesaw-like lever, it shot out water at high pressure.

"It's trustworthy."

I smiled happily as I looked at the rows of pistol wagons lined up in the fire department parking lot. It cost quite a lot of money, but it was worth it. This would save countless lives, and that would be to my benefit.

"Huh? Sir, is the mayor here?"

While I was watching someone pour water into a water gun, someone suddenly ran out, out of breath. The fire chief was Viscount Nashville Patton. It wasn't a big connection; he was just a talented person who was brought in because of a rumor.

'A thoroughgoing principled person.'

This man was known for his inflexibility. I am in the north… No, it was during the time when the original Abel Carriers was active in the North. Viscount Patton received a letter from his lord, the Margrave of Balisieta. The content was to immediately withdraw the troops dispatched to the Northern Corps. It was an order with a strong political intent.

Because he did not directly participate in the war, Count Balisieta did not receive much recognition for his contributions. He was ordered to return as a protest to the Emperor, to which Count Patton of Nashville responded:

"How can I abandon my comrades and return when our country is in danger? I will serve my full term as promised."

Count Patton never wavered in his convictions and was driven out of the Vallisieta estate. Even though he was stripped of his title, he never considered it a disgrace. Because until the end, he thought he made the right choice.

So, I brought him here before anyone else could take him. I'm even giving him back his title of Viscount by my own authority.

'It's worth it.'

A person who always keeps his word. Talent like that is rare anywhere.

"Nice to meet you. How have you been?"

"Thanks to you, sir, I can now live comfortably at home. Since I gave you my salary, my wife has been nagging me less."

Patton's words were nothing more than a joke.