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Chapter 53: You played this card really well~
Under Ron's arrangement, the first phase of the White Frost Team in Ron Park officially began operations.

In a small and closed room, a large number of Ion El elves belonging to the Wild Hunt Red Cavalry sat firmly on the iron chairs that had been prepared long ago. The spells around them were unfolded to make it easier for them to be discovered by the white frost. Then a crack opened above their heads, and a large amount of cold air accompanied by a small amount of white frost fell from above.

At this time, the white frost cannot be collected. It must wait until the white frost absorbs enough "warmth" and stabilizes its own secret energy properties before it can be collected. This also caused the Roan Park to be at around minus 30 degrees for a long time.

This minus thirty degrees is not the perceived temperature, but the moment a person enters, the whole body will be constantly warmed. For an ordinary person, it only takes ten minutes for the internal and external temperatures to reach equilibrium.

But in essence, after the hoarfrost absorbs all the warmth, the temperature of the area will reach thermal equilibrium and heat death. Therefore, the cold is only a transitional stage to this result, not the complete end.

However, if you want to use white frost to reach the conjecture of the heat death theory about the end of the universe, it will be so long that it has no reference value. Because in this process, if there is any Poincare recurrence or something like that, you will have to start all over again.

But even so, just as a medium that can absorb infinite warmth and heat, white frost already has a value beyond imagination.

"At this efficiency, how much white frost can be produced in a month?"

"About five kilograms."

Mingnv, who was standing by, had already quickly assumed the role of the park manager. She held her pipa and quickly said, "The amount of ferns from the Ain El elves here is relatively small, and in order to ensure the subsequent white frost mining, five kilograms is a more appropriate yield."

"Five kilograms is the limit for Wild Hunt riders, but it is not the limit for the park," Ron said.
"You have to believe in their potential and inspire their fighting spirit, especially since these wild hunters are extremely evil, so don't worry about humanitarian issues. In short, while ensuring that they don't die, at least increase the monthly output to ten kilograms for me! If the output is up to standard, I will allow you to give them the benefits and relevant authority to move freely for a short period of time."

Got it, KPI, right?

Manager Ming nodded thoughtfully and also fell into deep thought.

It's no wonder why Mingnu is so serious - at least, this means that she is not the only one suffering in this infinite city.

Meanwhile, Ron continued to chatter:
"In the demon hunter world, white frost is a symbol of Ion, but it's a good thing for people on the mystical path. Asgard's Queen Frigga has already ordered three kilograms from me, and the old man Ancient One is also quite interested. I also need white frost to transform the basic form of the Infinite City... Now this method of using it only to divide the battlefield is too crude!"

"I'll give you a month to increase production. If you fail, I'll transform you into an Ion Elf. Ghosts can recover from injuries by absorbing the secret energy of darkness, so perhaps you can turn it into a White Frost perpetual motion machine?"

As he spoke, Ron turned and left the sweatshop in Ron Park.

While listening to Ron's words, Mingnu turned around to look at the Wild Hunt who were being exploited for their surplus value. After a moment's silence, a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes.

It takes another evil to deal with a bad guy. Due to the huge gap in strength, Mingnu had no intention of resisting Ron at all.

In this case, for the sake of making my own life more comfortable, I have no choice but to make these new wild hunters suffer!
While Ming Nu was still thinking about how to improve the efficiency of both the process and the workers, on the other side, outside the Ron Park, she followed Ron to visit the main work of the Wild Hunt in the future...

Even though she hated some of the actions of the Wild Hunt, Ciri couldn't help but ask: "Isn't this a bit too cruel... I mean, maybe we can end their evil in a more efficient way?"

"Don't be like this. With the detachment of emotions, I have tried very hard not to attack innocent people. To be honest, I can now even feel which pig in a group of pigs is more beautiful or more popular in the eyes of other pigs."

Ron straightened his clothes and said nonchalantly:
"Besides, what kind of pain is this for them? The most that the white frost will cause them is a brief period of hypothermia. Infinite City has good medical facilities. Unless the guy who attacks them is far beyond my limit before the last bit of surplus value is squeezed out, there is no injury that cannot be cured in my territory."

"But what about the worlds they took to the White Frost? The entire world was already short of supplies because of their looting, and the White Frost is approaching. The endless winter will freeze all hope bit by bit. In the end, even the fire for warmth cannot be lit. The family can only curl up together and snuggle with each other for warmth, and then fall into a cold and lonely sleep in mutual agreement..."

"Compared to that, my approach is like an angel. At the very least, I gave them a little hope. As long as the monthly production can reach the target, I will give them an hour of fresh air time."

Tony: "It's a shame you don't go hang street lamps."

"Nonsense, everyone here has the right to say that to me, except you."

Ciri, who was watching the two people talking nonsense, was still a little uncomfortable. Geralt seemed very indifferent to this.

Patting Ciri on the shoulder, he said calmly: "Don't worry about this kind of thing. To be included in the Red Cavalry by Eredin, each of them is an executioner who deserves the punishment."

"No, I just... I just can't get used to this way of dealing with it." Ciri sighed: "Although the dean is sometimes very frivolous, once this kind of thing starts, if it even extends to innocent people in the future..."

"Then let's help him in our own way, just like he is helping us in his own way." After a pause, Geralt shrugged his shoulders:

"If that doesn't work, maybe you can try to appeal? For example, report it to a higher level?"

"You gay camel! I just solved a problem for you, and you actually thought of reporting it to a higher level!"

On the side, Ron, hearing this annoying word, simply said: "It seems that you have forgotten your lesson! But it's okay if you want to report it to a higher level. Come on, have another passionate Gwent duel with me!"

Hearing this, Geralt's expression darkened immediately. Seeing this, Ciri also looked a little surprised.

You know, in Ciri's impression, although Geralt is not a gambler, he is addicted to playing cards. Whenever he has free time, he will find strangers to play a few rounds. Why is it that now, when he hears about playing cards, his expression is as if he has eaten a rice field?
Although she was confused, she thought of what Geralt had just said, "Help him in our own way." Seeing that Geralt had no intention of playing cards at all, Ciri simply took out the deck she hadn't touched for a while and said:

"If you don't want to, I'll do it. How about it, Dean, are you interested in playing a game of Gwent with me?"

After hearing Ciri's words, Ron showed an expectant smile on his face.

To put it bluntly, Geralt, a veteran demon hunter, is really hard to deal with. After realizing that Ron likes to cheat, he started to play badly, with a "Oh, that's it?", which made Ron feel no pleasure at all.

Looking at Ciri's pure eyes that had not been polluted by nine years of compulsory education, Ron quickly realized that if he missed this opportunity to fry fish, he might never encounter it again in the future!

New toys are coming~
On the side, looking at Ciri who was pulled by Ron into the Miaomiao room to play cards, Geralt subconsciously stretched out his hand, but after thinking about it, he finally put it down helplessly.

After all, some things are useless to just talk about, and the feelings will be deeper after experiencing them personally.

And... I have completed my novice mission, received an A-level evaluation, and obtained fifty system coins. Next, invitation coupons should be available in my system store.

Well, should I take Yennefer first, or Vesemir first... Well, the system coins for the first mission are a bit low, how about taking Carrot first? Although Carrot has no combat ability, as my mount, all my belongings are on Carrot.

Even though his weapons have been upgraded, and the Uru metal rune sword is enough for Geralt to use for a lifetime, but the things on Radish and Radish are not just weapons and props... they are also testimonies and memories from the past.

Well, if you have the chance, go to Kamar-Taj. Maybe the wizards there would be interested?
Now that the Wild Hunt, his biggest threat, had been dealt with, Geralt's mind became more active.

Thinking about it, Geralt also said: "Please take me out."

"Ok."

Mingnu nodded, then played the pipa to send Geralt back to the material realm.

Although she was Ron's subordinate, Mingnu knew very well that the reason why the others in the hospital could talk to her peacefully was entirely because of Ron's face. Otherwise, they would have drawn their swords at the first moment.

There was no intention of taking advantage of the power of the tiger, because Mingnu knew that she was dispensable to her master, Ron. At the beginning, she was still of some value because she was needed to stabilize the form of the Infinite City.

But as Ron has completely mastered the Infinite City, Mingnu can clearly feel that Ron's urge to "return" her is growing... No, this is not just an impulse, but a serious consideration.

After all, that’s thirty system coins, which is equivalent to the reward for a B-level task evaluation!
Before, I had some value. But now, with Ron fully understanding and mastering the composition of the Infinite City, I no longer have any surplus value to exploit for my master... In this way, if I want to continue staying here, the only way Mingnu can think of is to increase her own value.

For example, helping Ron exploit people from other worlds!

Thinking in her heart, Mingnu also looked towards the Ron Park beside her.

Although the Wild Hunt in there is already miserable, working hard for a month may only get less than one day of exercise time. The rest of the time is either cleaning the Infinite City or preparing for the next round of work.

But... so what? They still have time to rest? We have to find a way to make full use of their time after get off work.

Quickly enter the farmer's hi-man butler state.

Let them suffer a little first, and when your life gets better, you can then lead others to relax and achieve relaxation together!

What? Trying to escape from Ron's clutches?

Stop dreaming, the blood healing has been completed. It is even more powerful than the blood curse of the former boss Muzan Kibutsuji. Just be a dog and be content.

On the other side, he pulled Ciri into the Miaomiao House and played Gwent.

After a long time, a series of crazy laughter came from Miaomiao's house. The young and beautiful Ciri, who was determined, only experienced a short period of more than ten minutes. When she came out again, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were dull, and her face was full of loss of soul, as if her body was hollowed out.

Ron followed Ciri out, tightened his belt, and thought with a sigh - young people are still good, full of energy and fighting spirit. When they see that they are cheating, they can convince others with reason and win with technology.

Although it is unethical, the feeling of illegally frying fish is indeed refreshing.

Alas, it is also frustrating to think about it. Wolf is a guy who can't do anything with three sticks. Mi Niang is too naive to have fun without a sense of accomplishment, and she will even thank you for making her happy. He looks like he is in his prime, but as a demon hunter, Geralt is over 90 years old. He is an old hand in the literal sense and is not easy to fool.

Matt obviously realized something and he was hiding from me even in Hell's Kitchen. Parker was fine before, but now he is like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. I don't know who made him become like this. It's really annoying.

Fortunately, there is Ciri. I don’t know how long I can play with this toy.

Feeling the integrity and pursuit that had not yet been extinguished in Ciri's spirit, Ron nodded - very good, it should last for a long time.

Looking forward to killing.

……

Oh no, I'm a goblin!
Thinking indifferently, Ron snapped his fingers and closed the Infinite City.

With the closure of Infinite City, Matt, Tony and others in Infinite City were also vomited out.

On the top floor of the Stark Industries building, Geralt was sitting on Tony's custom-made sofa, browsing the information in the system store and thinking about how to allocate the few system coins he had on hand.

Matt was silent for a moment and turned to leave. Tony couldn't stop him.

Ron looked at the still extremely dim sky in surprise, then simply opened his friend list and clicked on Ancient One.

"Hey, hey, are you there?"

"Not here, get out!"

"I solved it here, how about yours?!"

"It's too hard! Come help!"

As he spoke, a pair of large hands reached out from the space, grabbed Ron and pulled him in.

(End of this chapter)