A week later, Tilly delivered a roster to Roland's office desk.
"How is it, is the recruitment going well?" Roland poured a cup of tea for the other party and asked warmly. In the face of this titular "sister", he always had a lingering guilty conscience. Unlike Anna, who took the initiative to tell her, she was the first person to see that she was not the fourth prince. Although when the Flying Devil attacked Neverwinter City, the five princesses' subconscious protective actions made him understand that she had fully accepted this ally relationship, but the guilty conscience in his heart did not ease in the slightest.
After all, he occupied the fourth prince's body.
At first, Mingming had planned to be unreasonable about his brother's identity, but as a result, the other party did not pursue it, and he became a little uncomfortable.
Of course, after thinking about it, he won't bring this out and repeat it again and again for those who want to get an answer in the end, most of them will die in the middle of the road, he is very clear about this.
"Except for the unsatisfactory number of people, everything else is fine." Tilly took the teacup, put it to her lips and breathed lightly, "One hundred and twenty-four people were selected among the migrants, and seventy-three among the regular residents. Humans, add up to less than 200... When fighting the devil, I am afraid that such a few people will not be of much use."
"It's always more difficult at the beginning," Roland opened the roster, "when there is an example, the second round of recruitment will definitely attract more people. By then, it will not only be a matter of Neverwinter. "
Although people have different visions, people's yearning for vast space is engraved in their bones. From the moment when civilization sprouts, people begin to look up at the stars. Whether it is imitating birds or using balloons, the exploration of the blue sky is not a patent that only exists in the aircraft era. The explorers of the Fantastic Objects Society are the best example, so he is not too worried about the attractive ability of the Air Force.
The first thing to do is to prepare a team that can fly.
But he knew that training pilots was by no means easy.
In the age of immature flight control systems, the most important thing for pilots...is talent. The tests of fear of heights, anti-dizziness, and body coordination in the assessment are just the most basic requirements, such as spatial orientation, understanding of the aircraft, and even the speed of neural responses, all determine whether a person is suitable for being a pilot.
The veterans of the First Army are highly obedient and reliable. It is okay to select a small number of outstanding people to serve as core officers.
That's why he relaxed the screening crowd to new migrants.
The theoretical level of culture can be cultivated by the day after tomorrow. If there is no talent, there is no such thing. Instead of letting people bite the bullet, it is better to find more people with different talents.
According to statistics, nearly 3,000 people signed up within a week, and only nearly 200 qualified candidates were selected. From this, it was a wise move to take temporary residents into consideration from the beginning.
Turning to the last page of the roster, Roland couldn't help but snorted, "There are still six people who failed to pass the oath stage?"
"I disagree, and I was taken by Vader for interrogation." It was Nightingale who answered him. "Two of them are official residents of Neverwinter."
Roland frowned. In theory, this is not something worth making a fuss about. Changes in people's hearts are common. From righteousness to treacherousness, he didn't expect these people to be the same forever. But when this happened, he still felt a sense of disappointment.
They could have followed him into a better new era.
They have even seen the threshold of a new era.
In the end, it was abandoned before the threshold.
"Have you found out why?"
"I wanted to investigate thoroughly before reporting to you," Nightingale said lazily. "They were all bought by foreign businessmen, hoping to infiltrate the army and obtain more information on firearms. The police department then dispatched, But I was in vain and only caught the businessman's assistant who stayed in the hotel. So I asked A-Xia to go back and found a letter from the old capital in the fantasy. Judging from the content, the mastermind is very similar to Noble. In short, now we have mastered each other's whereabouts, appearance and identity, and the portrait drawn by Soraya has also been sent to Thassa through the animal messenger, I don't think he can escape for long."
Hearing this, Roland couldn't help but laugh, and the previous unpleasantness was swept away. In the face of this unreasonable investigation mode, the conspirators are really pitiful.
"Uh... is there any problem?" Nightingale blinked.
"No, you did a good job," Roland pressed the corners of his mouth. "Since they don't want to give up, the North Slope Mine will not think too many people."
It seems that the old nobles still haven't given up completely. As long as he shows some flaws, these people will come back to life. But this did not surprise him. After all, the division of nobles lasted for nearly a thousand years, and it still existed in the other three kingdoms. It is not something that can be done overnight.
"Okay," Tilly coughed twice and brought the topic back to business. "The human problem has been solved. Where is the plane?"
"That's the question... By the way, Evelyn recently made a batch of Chaos drinks that tasted great. Would you like to try it?"
"Eh? Well, no!" Tilly came back to her senses instantly, "It's clearly talking about an airplane now, so you won't even be able to build a prototype, right?"
Hit the bullseye.
"They have to start with literacy and basic theory anyway, and if it's just demonstrations, gliders too..."
"No," Tilly interrupted righteously. "Even if it's a glider, the adjusted and improved model at the back will fly completely different from the previous one, let alone a brand new aircraft. If I don't even operate it myself. I have tried, how can I teach others? Those students are still very early from the real flight, but it takes me at least a month or so in advance to fully understand its performance and adjust the flight manual accordingly. It does not include the time for follow-up improvement. Since you handed this matter to me, I naturally have the responsibility to urge you to complete the due work."
This is the first time Roland has seen such a real five princesses.
It can be seen that she really loves this "big toy" that can both fly and match her own abilities.
The only problem is that Roland underestimated the difficulty of manufacturing a complete aircraft, even if it is a biplane classic aircraft, even if it only has one more set of power and fuel equipment than a glider, the complexity has increased exponentially. result. If he is alone to design, I am afraid that even a finalized plan will not be finalized in a few years.
"I see," he shook his head helplessly. "In half a month, I will come up with a finished product that can fly."
"Then we're done." Tilly smiled slightly. "Also, what about the Chaos Drink that tastes great? Please let me taste it too."
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"Strange..." Nightingale muttered in a low voice after the fifth princess left with a whole bottle of Chaos Drink.
"What's wrong?" Roland asked.
"She has called you brother many times in public before, but she rarely does so when she sees you alone... Isn't it strange?"
"Is that so?" He was stunned, "but... why?"
"I do not know either."
The two stared wide-eyed, touched their chins, and fell into this difficult puzzle together.