It was not until the Seagull completely disappeared from the sky that Roland retracted his sight.
"Sometimes I'm thinking of building a front-line headquarters," he said softly. "Staying in a place where everyone can see it can not only boost morale, but also be considered to have personally participated in the battle of divine will. In the future, historians will record, There is also a little more capital to brag about.”
"Do you still care about that?" There was also a low reply from the void, "Besides, before being recorded in history, you have to endure the chatter of Wendy and the scroll, and I have experienced it until you take the initiative to admit your mistake and change your mind. That's definitely not something ordinary people can bear. It's better to cause them less trouble."
Roland couldn't help laughing and said, "That's right."
The battle with the devil is likely to last for months, if not years, and he will have to work hard to adjust to the new normal.
Thinking of this, he looked at the guards who were guarding in the distance, "Call everyone here, and then I'll go to the third frontier city."
The latter immediately saluted, "Yes, Your Majesty! I'll inform the guards now!"
According to the report of Kemo. Strell, the research of rubber bug has made new progress.
It's time to test the results.
"Let's go," he nodded sideways, then walked towards the airport exit.
…
After confirming that the secretions of rubber bugs have important use value, Taquila witches not only opened a series of new caves for them, but also acted as a breeder in her spare time.
After all, it is not easy to find ordinary people who can face the swallowing worms calmly and chat and laugh in the worm's lair. In addition, working underground for a long time is more likely to lead to psychological instability. The farming part has now been fully taken over by Taquila. Workers are only responsible for the shipment and processing of the rubber.
It can be said that this is another miscalculation by Roland. He underestimated the tolerance of people in a claustrophobic environment.
Rubber bugs hate sunlight, love humidity, and move according to the sound. Even if they are not aggressive, the rustling sound that rings around from time to time is enough to make people mentally debilitated.
He also can't provide lighting and communication equipment for each worker, formulate detailed shift rules, and get a set of psychological comfort guidance. It's not that it can't be done, but the cost-effectiveness is too low. There are a lot of factories outside that need manpower. Use, there is no need to spend it in the form of de-witching. Therefore, he simply transferred ordinary people to a more relaxed follow-up process.
And the chicken and duck knight, Prius Disa, is not idle, and spends the free time on compiling breeding manuals and guiding production. The related products of Neverwinter can spring up like mushrooms after a rain, and he also has a lot of things that cannot be ignored. 's credit.
The expanded farming scale has provided more samples for the glue test. It is with these basic researches that Roland has the conditions for the Minister of Chemical Industry to intervene and plan the next step.
After entering the underground, Pasha came forward, "Welcome, Your Majesty. Your people are now in the glue bug laboratory, do you need me to inform them?"
"No, you can just take me there," Roland laughed. "By the way, I heard that Celine has built a new farm, which is bigger than the previous ones combined?"
"That's right, it's right across from the laboratory," Pasha nodded, "it not only applied the latest research results of the Quest Club, but also borrowed ideas from the dream world. Would you like to take a tour?"
"Oh?" He suddenly became interested, "Of course."
"Then please come with me."
Passing through a long passage, Pasha took Roland to a big hole.
There are iron fences at the entrance, apparently to keep the bugs from escaping. Walking into the cave from a small door on the side, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised that the environment in the cave was completely designed according to the snow mountain relics, with luminous plants, water systems and giant mushrooms all available, but the three were obviously adjusted reasonably. Arranged along the edge of the stone wall and running water, it has become a new street lamp. As the staple food of insects, mushrooms are obviously the species with the most weight. The huge mushroom umbrellas almost cover the ground tightly, and countless insects are surging in them. Under the dim fluorescence, only white bodies can be seen wriggling. They happily gnawed on the mushrooms, and the dense clicking sound reminded Roland of the silkworms raised as a child.
What surprised him even more was the size of the cave.
Judging from the luminous plants that can't be seen to an end, this place is probably bigger than the main hall of the third frontier city. He originally thought that the new farm was just a combination of several old caves, but now it seems that this is not the case. The well-ordered blue light spots and the well-shaped water system that went straight made him feel like a large factory.
"It's right on the edge of the Impossible Mountain Range, and it's about the same height as Neverwinter's surface." Pasha took the initiative to introduce, "If you open a hole from the south, it's only one kilometer away from the Kingdom Avenue."
This does not mean that the new farm and Neverwinter are only separated by a wall. If he remembered correctly, he estimated the distance he moved just now. This place is no more than two kilometers away from the main city. The outside of the rock wall should be the temporary residential area of the migrants.
Roland thought thoughtfully, "For the convenience of transporting mucus?"
"Exactly." Pasha raised her beard, "Your Majesty, please look at the southern end."
He followed the other party's direction and saw a deep horizontal ditch looming under the wall, like an escape route specially reserved for rubber bugs.
"what is that?"
"The pick-up area," Pasha explained, "Celine used the characteristics of insects to make a narrower and narrower passage in the wall. As long as they made a specific call on the other side, they would burrow into it, Going in the direction of the sound source is limited by the width of the channel, they can only stick out at most half of their heads, and their bodies will be stuck in the channel.”
"And then?" Nightingale, who had been listening, couldn't help asking.
"Next we will activate the magic core at the end of the passage," Pasha continued. "It has been adjusted to the blade mode. This cyclone is generally used to defend against enemies in narrow passages. The core will shoot a magic light, filling the The entire key space, tearing down any obstacles in front of the light. And that horizontal passage is the path that the magic light passes through."
"The worms will be divided into two parts, and the mucus in their stomachs will gather together with the drainage grooves in the transverse grooves. In this way, there is no need to kill one by one, and a large amount of mucus can be obtained at one time." She paused. Dayton, "The reason why the distance of 1,000 meters is reserved is for the collectors. According to Celine's vision, ordinary workers can enter the reclaiming area from outside the mountain, except for the grooves and ponds flowing with mucus. In addition, nothing can be seen. This is convenient for collection, and it is not easy to cause panic.”
"… "
Roland was speechless for a while.
He has nothing to add.
This solution can be described as very mature under the existing technology. Considering the whole process from breeding to harvesting, if a rubber factory is built outside the mountain, it will even cover the production and processing. In particular, this modern style of flowing water slaughter line is indeed a concept learned from the dream world.
Just using the precious magic core and Celine's lifelong research as a rude butcher's knife, wouldn't it be a bit overkill
Even if you can't find the Chosen One, and you can't activate the Divine Scourge Instrument, you don't have to give up on yourself like this...
No, Roland suddenly discovered a problem.
"How many rubber bugs can this farm hold?"
"It's expected to be around 100,000, but given the rate at which they reproduce, it will take about a year to fill this new field."
"And what about the dead body after taking the mucus?" he asked. "Where are you going to transport it from?"
This is not a small problem. Roland once saw in a documentary that a modern chicken farm produces hundreds of tons of chicken manure every day. A little careless handling can cause serious soil and water pollution. Once scaled up, any small detail can cause huge trouble.
Now the witch of God's Punishment can still carry the corpse, but when the insects have multiplied to more than ten thousand, it is easy to kill, but it is not so simple to clean up. If the bodies cannot be disposed of in a timely manner, the accumulation in the holes can be absolutely catastrophic.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty." Pasha chuckled lightly, "Fran and the others are always welcome. In fact, the consumption of the three worm carriers for digging with all their strength is quite astonishing."
"Gulu" After she understood the meaning of this sentence, Nightingale made a rumbling sound in her stomach wall.
Uh... well.
Now Roland finally understands why there is a small gate at the entrance, and the reason for installing a large fence is unnecessary.
Emotions are just a dining passage reserved for the three witches.