"If you say that, let's not touch it." The two couldn't help thinking.
Since Bai Mo hinted so clearly, they can basically confirm that there must be his shadow behind the black magic, and Cuomo, a silly boy, just happened at the right time.
"This is a big matter. We will discuss the matter of black magic with other electors in the Imperial Parliament." Ye Dexian did not refuse directly, but kicked a ball.
"If I said that the birth of black magic itself has nothing to do with my body, would you believe me?" Bai Mo asked suddenly.
"..."
After leaving this rhetorical question, Bai Mo's consciousness began to slowly dissipate in the air.
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"Do you believe what he said?" Shiliu, who had been silent for a long time, asked after casting dozens of investigative spells and confirming that there was no consciousness left in the surrounding area.
"Based on what I know about him, he doesn't bother to lie directly, but his lies are often presented in a way that only tells more than half of the truth."
Ye Dexian had not made his fortune hundreds of years ago, and when he was still an unknown young man, he once worked as an assistant to "Bai Scholar" for a period of time, helping them sort out materials and run errands back and forth, so he had a comparative understanding of Bai Mo's materials In-depth understanding.
"Believe it or not, I will definitely not touch black magic." Shiliu said.
"I will submit today's information to the Imperial Parliament for discussion."
"Venice used black magic to kill your avatar, so forget it?"
"When she takes that step, I'll do the math again." Ye Dexian replied calmly.
"Why do you think they can't understand our painstaking efforts? With the empire's current poor space navigation technology, it took more than a hundred years to fly to the nearest material-rich neighboring galaxy."
"For more than a hundred years, except for a few newly discovered small worlds, the huge empire has not had any material income at all. It has been consuming inventory until it landed in the Proxima galaxy to have new supplies."
"If many monks are allowed to upgrade at will like before, all kinds of heaven and earth spirits will only be quickly consumed, and then they will fall into a greater disaster."
"In their eyes, we are just people who block the way for their own selfishness. How could they listen to it?"
"According to the current development speed, after 83 years, most of the material in the Proxima Galaxy will be mined, but the next galaxy, at the speed of our fleet, will need to fly for nearly 300 years."
"Even based on the current number of extraordinary people, the development of the entire Proxima galaxy's spiritual material reserves can only meet the needs of less than four hundred years. If there are more monks, I will fly to the next galaxy in a row. There are not enough resources in stock.”
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They feel that they are not suppressing newcomers purely for their own selfish desires, but the universe is really hopelessly large, and the empire's interstellar navigation technology has not been able to keep up.
It is not difficult to feed many civilians, but there is a lack of access to many cultivation resources, geniuses and treasures, so we can only artificially limit the number of advancements of high-level monks to protect the rights and interests of existing monks.
"We are still too slow." Shiliu couldn't help but feel emotional.
The next target galaxy is nearly 30 light-years away from the Proxima Centauri galaxy. Even at the speed of light, it needs to fly for more than 30 years without sleep.
However, the current technology of the empire can only support the main fleet to advance at one-tenth of the speed of light.
One-tenth of the speed of light is an extremely high speed that cannot be realized in the present world, but it is still as slow as a turtle crawling from the perspective of the universe.
At a distance of thirty light years, the imperial fleet needs to fly non-stop for three hundred years, which is the time of ten generations of mortals.
Even a sixth-level monk with a lifespan of nearly 3,000 means that another tenth of his life will be consumed on a long journey.
As for mortals, it will be a relay of life for several generations. The baby at the time of departure, I am afraid that only his great-great-grandson, grandson's grandson, has the slightest hope of having a chance to set foot on the destination.
It's a pity that there is no way. Although the Imperial Academy of Sciences has worked hard for more than 300 years, it is still far from the technology of faster-than-light navigation.
One day does not exceed the speed of light, one day can only go on in the existing way and system.
With a population of trillions, tens of billions of monks waiting to be fed are born. They will eat up all the cultivation resources along the way, and then continue to the next place with abundant spiritual materials.
In fact, the artificial planting and cultivation of medium and high-level spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses, or the technology of industrial synthesis to produce various spiritual materials are quite mature, but generally it takes a long time. In an environment lacking "innate spiritual energy", it will take hundreds of years at every turn. In order to gain something.
For the rapidly expanding team of monks, it is undoubtedly that the distant water cannot save the near thirsty.
The acquisition time period of mid-to-high-end resources is too long, and there are too many monks and too little food. This is the fundamental reason why many true immortals agree to secretly support and restrict latecomers.
They don't want to be high-level monks of the ruling class, and they also need to fight each other because of the fierce competition for survival.
On the contrary, ordinary people who can't cultivate, with the current technological level of the empire, even if they live on the leader ship all their lives, they can actually live on, and they don't have to worry about it every day like extraordinary people.
The empire has inherited a special policy of the Huaya Federation from the Earth Era—a monthly unconditional quota payment.
Any imperial citizen with an ID will receive a monthly income of one thousand imperial dollars in their terminal account to maintain the most basic needs of life.
Fully industrialized artificial meat and synthetic starch, as well as many daily necessities that have been fully automated, are all extremely cheap. With a monthly living cost of 1,000 imperial yuan per person, there is no problem in surviving.
As for the cost of sending money... It seems that most of the prices have not changed over the years. After all, 1,000 yuan is in the hands of the poor, and they have to buy all kinds of necessities before they are warmed up. superior.
The roots of various shops can be traced back, and in the end almost all of them can be attributed to the background of certain characters.
It is precisely after figuring this out that the empire is never tired of such a money distribution policy.
Before the distribution, the money was only from the imperial treasury. After the distribution, the profits from consumption went into their own pockets.
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"Report to Her Majesty, the Imperial Speaker is about to hold a meeting." In Sanssouci Palace, a female official hurriedly came from the reception room.
"I see, back off."
"Mr. Como, do you want to join the meeting?"
"No."
If Cuomo heard such words yesterday, he might have happily disguised himself as the queen's adjutant and walked into the parliament hall together.
But now, as long as he thinks that the two of them are just using each other, he will feel a little uncomfortable even getting close to each other.