Release that Witch

The effect of the gunfire exercise was much better than what Roland expected.

It is worthwhile to make a miracle. In the last round of explosions, the black powder that has a total reserve of 70% was detonated in the ground, causing the momentum to be no less than the roadside bombs of later generations. When the subcontract was buried, he also had a whimsy. He mixed some aluminum powder into the gunpowder. As a result, the fireball's light was more brilliant. At the moment of rushing out of the ground, there was even a few sunrises.

This explosion also basically declared the transformation of the First Army's weapons from black gunpowder to chemical gunpowder. As for the distance of the third-level sun, he can only fantasize in his head at most. Although uranium is not low in the crust content, even higher than silver and gold, it is not difficult to decompose granite by Lucia to collect uranium. But deadly radioactivity is always a difficult problem, and lead plates cannot Be sure to be foolproof.

Most importantly, he is not sure whether Nana Viva can treat radiation sickness, which is the biological matrix distortion caused by particle ionization.

Therefore, at the time of life and death, Roland did not intend to open the "emission of sputum" as an epic task as stealing the fire.

After all, that stuff is too dangerous.

After finalizing the meeting of the Taqila witch, he invited Tilly into the office.

It’s time to talk about gambling.

I poured a chaotic drink on her, and Roland cleared her throat and opened her mouth. "About the previous hunting competition..."

"Although Ai Gesha is indeed a witch alliance, but it is not a winter city team," Tilly seems to have long guessed Roland's mind, her eyes bent into a crescent. "Brother, this bet only It can be said that it is a draw. If you want to count Miss Yeh into the Wintertown team, I will not admit it."

"Of course, this bet is really a draw, but I still want you to stay." Roland said frankly.

Such a straightforward statement made Tilly slightly stagnate, "Hey..."

"So I think it's a win-win situation, how?" For the first time, he saw the five kings showing such an expression that they didn't know how to pick up the words. They had to say that they didn't have a feeling of sympathy. "I took out 30% of the chaotic drink." Set up a fund to reward people who have no contribution to Winter City - whether it is a witch or an ordinary person, within the scope of the reward. And you settle down in the winter city, whether it is living in a witch building or a migrant island migrant Living together will do."

After talking about the matter, Tilly quickly recovered from the blasphemy. She pretended to cough twice as if nothing had happened. "Is it just 30%? We seem to have agreed to 50% at the beginning."

"Because I have estimated that even 30% will reach an astonishing value, it is enough to enjoy it as a bonus." Roland explained, "The rest of the money will be spent on the construction of the winter city, including Witch housing and necessary facilities, as well as payroll. In general, they are spent where they are most needed. If you need it, you can also withdraw it directly."

"Even if you use the earned Golden Dragon?"

"Of course, it’s just a matter of taking up the place in the warehouse," he didn't think. Later, when precious metals currencies cannot keep up with the demand for productivity growth, credit currencies will emerge. At that time, the money will become a simple figure for the government, and it will be printed directly. It is meaningless for him to save money.

Tilly grinned. "It sounds like a good exchange."

“So it’s called a win-win situation,” Roland asked slowly. “What do you think?”

She sighed. "Since your brother said this, I can only agree." Although it looks like a helpless answer, the unspoken smile in the corner of her eyes indicates her mood. .

Roland couldn't help but smile. From the letter of doubt a year ago, to the relaxed smile now, Tilly probably finally believes that he can bring a comfortable and stable life to the witch.

"Right," after a few chats, he turned the topic to the ultra-recovery plan. "I plan to incorporate the Shamin territory into the rule of the Grey Fort this winter. Their customs and power inheritance are completely different from the four kingdoms. I want your help completely. I need your help."

Then Roland told the Shaman's law and the sacred duel ceremony.

"Let the ashes participate in the duel, this is no problem," Tilly indulged for a moment, "but why do you want to annex the desert? From the establishment of the gray fort, no ancestor has been interested in that barren field. ”

"There is just a desolate look, burning ground fires that haven't been extinguished for decades, and salt crystals that stain the white ground. These are proofs of buried treasures." Roland said, "If I didn't guess wrong, very much." The Southland will be the key to the next development of the Winter City."

"In this case, I will explain it to the ashes." Tilly did not ask again, but instead nodded.

Now the trust between the two has been established a little bit, and for the foreseeable future, the Witch Alliance will be closely linked to the Sleeping Island witch.

At the thought of this, Roland was very pleased.

......

Sending his sister out of the office, he immediately called the echo.

A sacred duel can only earn him a voice and cannot solve the problem once and for all. He does not need a clan quota to live in Tiesha, but many sand people who can obey orders. To this end, he must become the legendary chief.

Roland didn't have time to go with the army, so it is necessary to choose a spokesperson.

As the echo of the Pride of the Aosha clan, it is undoubtedly the key to accepting the Mojinsha people.

"I don't know if the Axe has talked to you about going back to the South," he said, opening the door. "This winter, the First Army will be stationed in Tiesha City. I hope that you can represent me."

"No... he didn't mention it to me," the echo looked a little surprised. Then he bit his lip and looked sad. "Hello, don't you want me?"

The previous answer also made Roland quite satisfied. It seems that the iron axe understands that the march is a secret of the kingdom and has not been easily revealed to the tribe. However, the latter half of the sentence made him almost slobbered. Although I know that the other person is not that, it still sounds ambiguous. At the same time, he felt the cold breath behind his back, and his shoulders had been pinched by one of the nightingales. "Of course not. This is only temporary. When I become the chief of the sand people, you can follow the iron." The axe returns together without the winter city. And if you don't want to, I won't be reluctant."

After listening to his statement, the echo was relaxed. "I understand, but you want all the sand people to surrender, I am afraid that the holy duel can not be done."

"Of course, I have other methods," Roland smiled and slowly said his intentions.

"This..." The echo suddenly caught, and the eyes showed a complex look. "So... can it really be?"

"Of course, I am the king of the Grey Fort, I said that it can be natural," he said word by word.

"Three gods are on, the sand people will never forget your gift," she no longer hesitated, kneeling down, solemnly bowing to him, "Echo is willing to complete this mission for you."

"Very good," Roland got up and raised the woman who had suffered through the tribulations. "Then it will be handed over to you."

As a result, the preparations for the acceptance of the extreme south have been completed.