102. I’m a little excited when I think about it (3000-word chapter)
There is no doubt that this kind of Gundanium metal is a very important strategic resource in this world. It is far more precious than any kind of decorative gemstone, and it is a material in great demand by all major forces.
If this thing is really produced under that waste mine, then the entire resistance organization's activity policy and ideas will have to be adjusted and changed.
After listening to Rolle's words, Jeanne spread her slender legs and ran to find MacMillan, who was giving a math class to the children.
The latter quickly came to the conference room with a solemn look on his face, and said very seriously:
"It is basically certain that it is the vein of Gundanium. This is a very unique mineral that will not appear in other places or be scattered. It can only appear on the vein."
"They will only appear in underground karst landscape environments, commonly known as 'karst caves'. In their native state, they are like a layer of mucous membrane covering various stalactites..."
"The Scholars Association has always suspected that this thing is actually a kind of body tissue in an extinct giant organism, because the arrangement of the stalactites looks a lot like ribs..."
Macmillan first gave Rohr a brief introduction to science, and then asked in a low voice:
"Sir, what do you think should be done?"
Rohr, of course, believed in Macmillan's judgment. According to the military's wanted order, this man had been engaged in research on equipment such as sacred objects and transforming armor before he defected, and he was a true expert in this field.
"Are many people aware of these things? Is it possible to block the news?"
Macmillan thought for a moment and replied:
"It's not much. Except for the empire and the barbarians, other forces can't use high-end technology like transforming armor, so if we seize the time to prevent the news from spreading, it is still possible to block it."
Rohr nodded, lost in thought for a while, and kept tapping the back of his left hand with his right hand.
After a while, he raised his head and said to the senior person in charge of intelligence:
"Use your people to control the mine owner first. It is best to invite us. I hope he will understand the justice. If he insists and refuses, then..."
He made a digging and shoveling motion with his hand, which meant inviting the other party to move into the underground villa.
The senior executive nodded first, and then asked through Jeanne's translation:
“How much of an impact does this have on our career?”
"It's very, very, very big. If this news gets out, the affairs of the Fertile Valley will be out of your hands. All kinds of monsters and monsters will fight for this mine. Even the empire and barbarians will get involved and fight."
Everyone present could not help but turn a little pale.
Although Rohr's description is sensational, it is not exaggerated at all.
This precious strategic resource can really trigger a war!
"Not only must we keep it secret, we must also capture the Alpine Fort as soon as possible, hold this thing in our own hands, and seal it carefully."
"Until you have enough ability to protect yourself, just forget about it and hold it as a trump card in your hand."
Estimating the emotions and knowledge of the people present, he did not elaborate on what his trump card was, but Jeanne, as his student, should be able to understand.
It's nothing more than using this mineral vein as a name, and then choosing to rely on the barbarians or the empire, getting rid of the control of the United Kingdom, and being a puppet with peace of mind. Can it be regarded as completing the recovery of the Fertile Valley?
But this is still treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. The empire and barbarians may not be much better than the United Kingdom...
Being weak is really an original sin.
"Make a plan to attack the city as soon as possible, pay close attention to the whereabouts of the 2,000 people who went out, and choose the right time to take action."
"Sir Redgill, do you have any connections in the city? Can you try to open the city gate by fraud? If possible, you might as well try. Successfully entering the street fighting stage will be beneficial to us who have a mass base..."
"Those people in the city are not really numb, nor do they really want to resist. They just need someone to fire the first shot to let them see the hope of victory and recovery..."
"Those two cannons should be used in the right place, preferably to bombard the military camp. They don't need to cause much damage, but they must disintegrate the enemy's morale..."
"Jean, what is the coverage area of your holy object? What? Less than one kilometer? You are probably the weakest aura monster I have ever seen!"
"I will also help when the time comes, but I am only one person with limited power. I cannot influence a war. Don't rely too much on me. I will only help when it is most necessary."
Rohr talked a lot eloquently, and even personally went on stage to help with suggestions or arrangements for everything from the formation of troops, to the selection of attack direction and focus, to the advancement of the control area, and other details.
This time, he really became serious, because [520 www.biquge520.xyz] was not just about sympathizing with the suffering here, but trying to avoid a war that might affect the whole world.
Once a war breaks out in an area like the Fertile Valley where multiple forces meet, the consequences will be unimaginable.
So this time, he also wanted his daughter to study with peace of mind and himself to enjoy his old age.
Everyone present listened very seriously, nodded repeatedly, and at the same time felt a strange sense of comfort in their hearts.
This is probably the comfort and peace of mind of lying down with a thigh strap, right?
MacMillan on the side almost laughed out loud.
With the King of Gray personally facing the end, everything is stable.
Even if he still needs to maintain his identity and reserve, and refuses to take action personally, this is enough for now.
Especially the issue of assassinations by the enemy's high-level forces, which he was originally most worried about, now no longer needs to worry about it.
No one can assassinate under the protection of the Gray King. Scholars have tried several times before to deal with this restless force that is not under their control through assassination, but they have never tried again.
Originally, he thought that the Gray King fell under the attack of the saints of the Scholars Association, but now it seems that the Gray King is still active, while the assassination efforts of the Scholars Association have ceased, and he has obviously given up completely.
Thinking of this, Macmillan couldn't help but swear in his heart that he must take good care of his body and strive to live longer. On the one hand, he wanted to witness the greatness and glory of this king with his own eyes, and on the other hand, he also wanted to do his best to contribute to the world.
He does more.
For example, leave it to me, an old man, to take care of the latest prototype armor of the barbarians!
Luo Er was busy for a long time, helping to arrange things in an orderly and clear manner, so that the senior officials could go down and get busy.
Before everyone leaves, they will bow deeply to him to show their respect.
If Gaoshanbao is successfully defeated in the end, his influence in the Guangfu Sect may be more than just a consultant or mentor, but he will become a new spiritual leader.
After everyone else left, Macmillan tugged on Jeanne's arm, took out a dark, wrist-like thing from his arms and handed it to her.
Jeanne nodded understandingly and handed the things to Rolle.
"Teacher, this is for you. It is one of yesterday's gains."
Yesterday, a soldier pulled this from the charred corpse of the enemy's extraordinary leader, regardless of the stench and nausea.
Everything else on the man's body was turned into ashes, and only this pair of wristbands remained. It was obviously not a mortal thing.
After handing it over to MacMillan, he did a little research and found that it was the sacred object that could release the monkey version of the spiritual clone. After repairing it, it was still usable.
The performance of this thing is good. It can use the ninth-level spiritual clone in advance. Although the power is too weak, it can always work wonders when used properly.
The key is that the cost is not high, but within an hour after using it, you can't help but want to release your long-suppressed thoughts and desires. The effect is not very strong. You can rely on willpower to fight against it, or you can choose to sleep.
Release yourself in your dreams.
Even by the standards of the Scholars Association, it is considered a fourth-level quasi-sacred object.
After listening to MacMillan's description, Rohr took it with a look of disgust and stuffed it into his left hand without even looking at it.
This was something pulled from a burnt corpse. It was quite disgusting. If he hadn't been so greedy and curious about spiritual clones, he probably wouldn't have wanted it.
Although he still wore a black and white mask on his face, Jeanne and MacMillan could still see his disgust from his actions.
Sure enough, spiritual clones are probably just a very basic and superficial thing for the Gray King, right?
It's normal for him to look down on her. If the relationship wasn't close, he would definitely reject her like before.
The two of them thought in unison.
So Jeanne reminded her very tactfully and carefully that this thing could be given away or sold.
This kind of holy object that is easy to use but weak in price can be sold for a high price on the black market, or given to other gray ghosts under his command. Should it be possible to get it?
She thought secretly in her heart.
Rohr didn't say much, said goodbye to the two of them, went back to his room, and asked someone to get a bucket of water. Then he closed the door, threw the wristband into the bucket, and washed it carefully several times before washing it.
He put it on his left hand with a look of disgust.
He also followed what MacMillan said before and set a mantra for this wristband. As long as he whispered it, the weakened spiritual clone could be released.
I hate it, but it still has to be really fragrant.
"Huh... I'm going to become a substitute messenger soon. Thinking about it, you're still a little excited?"
He whispered to himself, stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and tried several poses.
First, he spread his fingers and blocked his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.
Or stand with your feet apart, open your collar with one hand, and lift the corner of your clothes with the other hand.
Finally, he whispered the set formula at a volume that only he could hear:
“Come out! Platinum Experience!”
The wrist guard was activated, and a humanoid shadow appeared behind him.