The effect of the artillery exercise was much better than Roland expected.
As expected of a miracle, in the last round of explosions, 70% of the total reserve of black gunpowder was detonated underground in one breath, and the momentum was no less than that of roadside bombs in later generations. When sub-packaging and burying, he also had a whim and mixed some aluminum powder into the gunpowder. As a result, the light of the fireball was even brighter. At the moment when it rushed out of the ground, it even had a bit of sunrise and dawn.
This explosion also basically announced the transformation of the First Army's weapons from black powder to chemical gunpowder. As for the distance of the third-level sun, he could only imagine it in his head. Although the content of uranium in the earth's crust is not low, even higher than silver and gold, it is not difficult to collect uranium by decomposing granite a little by Lucia, but lethal radioactivity is always a difficult problem, and lead plates cannot Do it without fail.
Crucially, he didn't know whether Nana could treat radiation sickness, the distortion of biological matrices caused by particle ionization.
Therefore, before the time of life and death, Roland did not intend to start the "Bright Radiation", an epic mission no less than stealing divine fire.
After all, that thing is too dangerous.
After finalizing the meeting with the Taquila witch, he invited Tilly into the office.
Time to talk about betting.
Pouring her a cup of Chaos drink, Roland cleared his throat and said, "About the previous hunting competition..."
"Although Agatha is indeed a member of the Witch League, it's not the Neverwinter team who won," Tilly seemed to have guessed Roland's thoughts long ago, her eyes curved into a crescent moon, "Brother, this bet is only for It can be said to be a draw. If you want to count Miss Ye Ye in the Neverwinter team, I won't admit it."
"Of course, this bet is indeed a draw, but I still want you to stay." Roland admitted frankly.
Such a straightforward statement made Tilly hesitate for a moment, "Uh..."
"So it's a win-win situation, how about that?" It was the first time he saw the Fifth Princess show such an expression that he didn't know how to answer the question, and he had to say, there was a sense of affection, "I took out 30% of the income from Chaos Drinks. Set up a fund to reward those who have contributed to Neverwinter City - whether it is witches or ordinary people, it is within the scope of the reward. And you will settle in Neverwinter City, whether it is living in the witch building or living with the Sleeping Island Migrants All together."
After talking about the business, Tilly quickly recovered from her stupor. She coughed twice as if nothing had happened, "Is it only 30%? It seems that we agreed at the beginning that it was 50%."
"Because I estimated that even 30% will reach an astonishing value, and giving it as a bonus is enough to enjoy a lifetime." Roland explained, "The rest of the money will be used for the construction of Neverwinter City, including The witch house and necessary facilities, as well as the payroll. In general, they will be spent where they are most needed. You can also draw directly if you need it."
"Even if you use up all the golden dragons you've earned?"
"Of course, it's just taking up space in the warehouse," he said indifferently. Further down the line, when precious metal money fails to keep up with demand for productivity growth, credit money emerges. At that time, money will become a simple number for the government, and it will be enough to print it directly.
Tilly pursed her lips, "Sounds like a good exchange."
"That's why it's called a win-win situation," Roland asked slowly, "What do you think?"
She sighed and said, "Since you have said this, brother, I can only agree." Although it seemed like a helpless answer, the unconcealed smile in the corner of her eyes showed her mood .
Roland couldn't help but smile. From the doubtful look a year ago to the relaxed smile now, Tilly probably finally believed that he could bring the witch a comfortable and stable life.
"By the way," after chatting for a while, he turned the topic to the plan for the recovery of the extreme south, "I plan to bring the sand people's territory under the rule of Graycastle this winter. Their customs and power inheritance methods are completely different from those of the Four Kingdoms. To get it in its entirety, I need your help."
Then Roland recounted the law of the sand people and the ritual of the sacred duel.
"Let Ashes take part in the duel, that's not a problem," Tilly pondered for a moment, "but why do you want to annex the desert land? Since the establishment of Graycastle, no ancestor has ever been interested in that barren area. "
"It just looks desolate there. The ground fires that have been burning for decades, and the salt crystals that dye the ground white are all proofs that treasures are buried." Roland spread his hands and said, "If I am not wrong, it is extremely The southern border will be the key to the next development of Neverwinter."
"Since that's the case, I'll explain it to Ashes." Tilly didn't ask any further, but nodded in response.
Now that the trust between the two has been established little by little, in the foreseeable future, the Witch Union will be closely linked with the witches of Sleeping Island.
Thinking of this, Roland felt relieved.
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After sending his sister out of the office, he immediately called Echo over again.
The holy duel can only gain him a voice, and cannot solve the problem once and for all. He does not need a clan place to live in Iron Sand City, but many sand people who can obey orders. For this, he must become the legendary Great Chief.
Roland didn't have time to go with the army himself, so it was necessary to choose a spokesperson.
As the echo of the princess of the Aosha clan, it is undoubtedly the key to subduing the people of Mo Jinsha.
"I don't know if Iron Axe has talked to you about returning to the extreme south," he said straight to the point. "This winter, the First Army will be stationed in Iron Sand City. I hope you can go there on my behalf."
"No... He didn't mention it to me," Echo looked a little surprised, then bit his lip and said sadly, "Your Majesty, don't you want me?"
The previous answer also made Roland quite satisfied. It seems that Iron Axe also understood that the march was a secret of the kingdom and did not disclose it to the clansmen easily. However, the second half of the sentence made him almost choked on saliva. Although I knew that the other party didn't mean that, it still sounded ambiguous. At the same time, he felt a cold aura coming from behind him, and Nightingale's hand had squeezed his shoulder tightly, "Of course not, this is only temporary—when I become the chief of the sand people, you can follow the iron axe. Return to Neverwinter together. Also, if you don't want to, I won't force it."
After listening to his statement, Echo relaxed, "I understand, but if you want all the sand people to surrender, I'm afraid a holy duel won't do it."
"Of course, I have other methods," Roland smiled and slowly expressed his intentions.
"This..." Hui Yin was stunned for a moment, with a complicated look in his eyes, "Is this... really possible?"
"Of course, I'm the king of Greycastle, so if I say yes, then naturally," he said word by word.
"Three gods are above, the sand people will never forget your gift," she no longer hesitated, knelt down on one knee, and bowed her head solemnly to him, "Echo is willing to complete this mission for you."
"Very good," Roland got up and helped the Mojin woman who had experienced hardships, "Then I'll leave it to you."
In this way, the preparations for conquering the extreme south are all completed.