The effect of the artillery exercise was much better than Roland had expected.
In the last round of explosions, 70% of the total reserve of black gunpowder was detonated underground in one go, causing a sound no less than that of roadside bombs in modern times. When subcontracting the burying, he suddenly had an idea to mix some aluminum powder into the gunpowder. As a result, the fireball was even more dazzling, and the moment it rushed out of the ground, it even had a bit of a sunrise.
This explosion basically announced the change of the First Army's weapons from black gunpowder to chemical gunpowder. As for the distance between the third level of the sun, he could only imagine it in his mind. Although the content of uranium in the earth's crust was not low, even higher than that of silver and gold, and it was not difficult for Lucia to collect uranium by decomposing the granite bit by bit, the fatal radioactivity was always a tricky problem, and even lead plates could not be foolproof.
Most importantly, he was not sure whether Nana could cure radiation sickness, which was the biological matrix aberration caused by particle ionization.
Therefore, until it was a matter of life and death, Roland temporarily did not intend to start the Resplendent Radiation, which was no less than the epic task of stealing the divine fire.
After all, that thing was too dangerous.
After finalizing the meeting with the Taquila witches, he invited Tilly into his office.
It was time to talk about the bet.
After 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 Union, the Neverwinter team didn't win." Tilly seemed to have already guessed Roland's thoughts, and her eyes curved into a crescent moon. "Brother, this bet can only be considered a draw. If you want to count Miss Leaf 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 said frankly.
Such a straightforward statement made Tilly slightly stunned. "Uh..."
"So it's a win-win situation. How about it?" This was the first time Roland had seen Princess Tilly so speechless. He had to admit that she looked quite lovable. "I'll set up a fund with 30% of the Chaos Drinks' revenue to reward people who have made contributions to Neverwinter, regardless of whether they're witches or ordinary people. You can settle down in Neverwinter, either in the Witch Building or with the migrants from Sleeping Island. "
After talking about business, Tilly quickly recovered from her daze. She pretended to be nonchalant and coughed twice. "Only 30%? I think we agreed on fifty percent at the start. "
"Because according to my calculations, even 30% would be a shocking number. Giving it out as a bonus would be enough to last a lifetime." Roland explained, "The rest of the money will be used for the construction of Neverwinter, including the witches' residences and necessary facilities, as well as salaries. In general, they will be spent where they are most needed. If you need it, you can withdraw it directly. "
"Even if I use up all the Golden Dragon I earned?"
"Of course, storing it in the warehouse is just a waste of space," he said indifferently. In the future, when the precious metal currency could not keep up with the demand for productivity growth, the credit currency would appear. At that time, money would become a simple number for the government, which could be printed directly. It was meaningless for him to store money.
Tilly pursed her lips and said, "It sounds like a good deal."
"That's why it's called a win-win situation," Roland said slowly. "What do you think?"
She sighed and said, "Since you've put it this way, I can only agree." Although it seemed like a helpless answer, the undisguised smile at the corner of her eyes showed her feelings.
Roland could not help but smile. A year ago, she was skeptical, but now she was relaxed and smiling. Tilly probably finally believed that he could bring a comfortable and stable life to the witches.
"By the way." After chatting for a while, he changed the topic to the recovery plan of the Southernmost Region. "I plan to bring the Sand Nation's territory under the rule of Graycastle this winter. Their customs and inheritance of power are completely different from the Four Kingdoms. If I want to completely conquer it, I need your help."
Then Roland told her about the Sand Nation's laws and the holy duel ceremony.
"Letting Ashes participate in the duel? That's not a problem." Tilly pondered for a moment. "But why do you want to annex the desert? Since the establishment of Graycastle, no ancestor has ever been interested in that barren territory. "
"It just looks desolate. The underground fire that has been burning for decades and the salt crystals that stain the ground are all evidence of buried treasures." Roland spread out his hands and said, "If I'm not wrong, the Southernmost Region will be the key to the development of Neverwinter in the future."
"Since that's the case, I'll explain it to Ashes." Tilly didn't ask any further and nodded her head.
Now that the trust between them had been established little by little, it was foreseeable that the Witch Union and the witches of Sleeping Island would be closely linked in the future.
Thinking of this, Roland felt very gratified.
...
After sending his sister out of the office, he immediately called Echo over.
The holy duel could only win him the right to speak, but it could not solve the problem once and for all. He did not need a clan to live in Iron Sand City, but a large number of obedient Sand Nation people. For this reason, he had to become the legendary great chief.
Roland did not have time to go to war with the army, so it was necessary to choose a spokesperson.
As the princess of the Osha clan, Echo was undoubtedly the key to winning over the Sand Nation people of Mojin.
"I don't know if Iron Axe has talked to you about returning to the Southernmost Region." He went 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 she bit her lip and said with a sad expression, "Your Majesty, you don't want me anymore?"
The first part of her answer satisfied Roland. It seemed that Iron Axe also understood that the marching was a secret of the kingdom and did not easily disclose it to his clansmen. However, the second part almost made him choke on his saliva. Although he knew that Echo did not mean that, it still sounded full of ambiguity. At the same time, he felt a cold breath coming from behind. Nightingale's hand had tightly grasped his shoulder. "Of course not, this is only temporary. When I become the great chief of the Sand Nation people, you can return to Neverwinter with Iron Axe. Besides, if you don't want to, I won't force you. "
After listening to his statement, Echo relaxed and said, "I understand. But if you want to make all the Sand Nation people surrender, I'm afraid it's impossible to do that with a holy duel."
"Of course, I have other ways." Roland smiled and slowly revealed his plan.
"This..." Echo was suddenly stunned, with a complicated look in her eyes. "Is this... really okay?"
"Of course, I'm the king of Graycastle. If I say it's okay, then it's okay," he said word by word.
"By the Three Gods, the Sand Nation people will never forget your kindness." She no longer hesitated. She knelt on one knee and solemnly bowed to him. "Echo is willing to complete this mission for you."
"Very good." Roland stood up and helped the Mojin woman who had gone through a lot. "Then I'll leave it to you."
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