The winter snow kept falling without pause.
In just a few days, a thick layer of snow had accumulated.
David stood by the study window, looking out, his brow furrowed slightly.
This year's Frosty Winter was indeed much colder than usual, and those refugees would likely have a hard time.
But he had done all he could; the rest was up to these refugees to endure.
"It's a pity there's no Wizard for healing," he couldn't help but murmur.
In this world endowed with Extraordinary Power, it was the most advanced black technology, far surpassing the technology of his previous life.
If only he could find a Wizard with healing abilities, they could replace most of a doctor's duties.
If he could find a Wizard with a talent for plants, they'd be the best agronomist, greatly promoting agricultural development.
In addition, Wizards control various magical spells, all of which could be used to advance the world.
He had heard a saying before.
