"Hello, Mr. Roland." Rock's calm voice came from the other end of the line. "I didn't expect you to call me so early. Is there anything urgent?"
Upon hearing Rock's words, Roland realized that it was only seven o 'clock in the morning. He felt a little embarrassed and said, "Uh … sorry, did I wake you up? I'm in some trouble and may need the Association's help. It has nothing to do with the Fallen Evils, but it's really important. "
"It's okay," Rock said calmly. "Sleeping for a long time is just a habit of the body. For an Awakened at my age, I spend most of the day with my eyes open. If there's any trouble, just tell me. "
Recently, he had been very active in the eyes of the Martialist Association's higher-ups. Not only was he the most active in dealing with the Fallen Evils, but he was also one of the best. He was only inferior to the Crusade Group led by the two Guardians and the Star Team led by Fei Yuhan. More importantly, compared to other martialists, he always acted alone. Such a high efficiency in eliminating the Fallen Evils had greatly boosted the reputation of the conservative faction and made him as influential as the higher-ups.
Of course, this was the result of Roland's best efforts to conceal his achievements. Most of the Fallen Cores had disintegrated and returned to the Dream World. He never hunted Fallen Evils alone. Every time he took action, he would be followed by a large group of Taquila witches. In the face of all kinds of strange abilities, the Fallen Evils could hardly fight back.
In any case, his performance quickly spread among the higher-ups. Now, not only could he freely enter the various facilities of the Martialist Association, but he was also equipped with a phone that allowed him to directly contact the Guardians.
"Before that, I want to ask you a question. What's the relationship between the Prism City and the Clover Group?" Roland remembered that Garcia had told him that her father had participated in the construction of the Prism City.
"Simply put, it's a long-term cooperative relationship," Rock replied. "Of course, we maintain close cooperation with many companies. After all, the operation of the Association requires a lot of resources."
"In other words, we're considered influential clients?"
"You can say so."
"That's good." Roland quickly explained his needs.
"…" There was a rare silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, the other party replied hesitantly, "There's no problem with that, but … is it really that important to you?"
"It is the same for this world." Roland tried his best to sound as sincere as possible. Even if Nightingale were to come to the Dream World, she would not be able to tell that he was lying. If the humans were to fall into a disadvantageous situation in the Battle of Divine Will, he would not be able to escape either. If that really happened, the time in the Dream World would also be frozen, and he would be forever frozen in the Realm of Mind.
"Alright, I understand." Rock didn't argue any further. "No matter what, the Association is grateful for your efforts. If you hadn't stepped forward bravely, there wouldn't have been so many young people who decided to stay, and our situation would have been even more difficult. "
Hearing the Guardian's honest reply, Roland was inexplicably touched. Although his reason for killing the Fallen Evils was very different from the Association's, the Guardian's gratitude was genuine and genuine. Perhaps, as Lan had said, for the Fallen Evils, this world was all there was to them.
Roland wanted to say something like "It's nothing, it's what I should do", but he unconsciously said something else instead.
"… I'll protect this place."
After hanging up the phone, Roland first saw Zero out. Although she had awakened the Force of Nature on the day of the Erosion of the Modern World, she still had to go to school. Moreover, Saint Milan, Dodo, and Ling were all in the same school as Zero, so there was no need to worry about the Fallen Evils.
Roland then went to the Rose Café.
Since he had contacted Lan, the café had never officially opened for business. The shutter gate was always closed. Only by entering the café from the side door of the warehouse could one see the other side of the café.
No matter what time of day it was, the café was always bustling.
For example, at this moment, the witches were preparing their own breakfast. As soon as they opened the door, an alluring barbecue smell wafted into Roland's nose.
After enjoying a sumptuous meal and informing them of their free time, Roland drove the van and left the apartment.
The headquarters of the Clover Group was in the center of the city, so Roland soon arrived at his destination.
Since he had already informed the association beforehand, this time, before he could reveal his identity, someone had already taken him upstairs. The elevator finally stopped on the 100th floor. Roland walked into a spacious office surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows. He had a new understanding of the financial resources of the Clover Group.
"We meet again, Mr. Roland." Garde took the initiative to shake hands with him. "I didn't expect that in such a short time, you've risen from a newbie martialist to a figure valued by the Association's Defender. You're really impressive."
"So polite?" Garde had not paid much attention to him when he took out his hunting license.
As expected, compared with personal ability, the background of a rich man was more important to a businessman.
After exchanging some pleasantries, Roland went straight to the point. "Did the Rock Defender tell you why I'm here?"
Garde shook his head. "Mr. Rock only said that you need help from the group and asked us to help you as much as possible. But as you know, with the current size of the Clover Group, I can't make many decisions on my own. "
Garde probably meant that it was impossible for him to withdraw from the expropriation of the tube-shaped apartment. Even if he agreed, the board of directors would not approve it. Roland could not help but laugh. Garde probably thought that he was here to plead for Garcia. In fact, as long as he did not agree, no one could demolish the building under the protection of a group of witches.
In addition, the Guardian's words also gave him a lot of freedom. This way of fully trusting him made him feel even better about the Association.
"It's not too complicated," Roland said, spreading out his hands. "I want to set up a small manufacturing factory — or a model factory. The main purpose is to design and manufacture some modern mechanical equipment, such as steam cars, old-fashioned tractors... the kind that will bring back memories at a glance... More riveted steam steel, do you understand?"
Garde twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "To make a movie?"
"You can think of it that way. But it's different from those props that only look good. It can actually be moved, and there are some special requirements."
"As far as I know, the market for this kind of thing is pathetically small …"
"I don't plan to sell it. I just want to build one or two for fun. I don't need an assembly line or anything. This way, I can reduce a lot of costs."
Garde was speechless for a long time. In his eyes, this was simply a way to lose money.
"I didn't know that Mr. Roland had such a hobby," Garde said after a long while. After a while, he said, "In other words, do you want the Clover Group to find such a small factory and hire the relevant designers and workers?"
Ugh, it sounds quite difficult. Putting aside the factory, the designer must at least be an engineer with relevant experience. Even with the power of the group, it is not something that can be achieved in a short period of time. "That's about it. It doesn't matter if it takes a little longer."
"Let me ask my secretary first." Garde returned to his desk and picked up the phone.
A quarter of an hour later, the secretary called back.
Garde turned to look at Roland and said, "Maybe there's a factory that meets your requirements."
"So soon?" Roland was slightly surprised.
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