"Purple Tungsten Ore?" Brutu, who was an adviser, looked at Governor Carlos in shock.

Realizing that he had said something he shouldn't have said. Carlos couldn't help but look embarrassed on his face. After he knew that he could no longer hide it, he nodded and admitted: "Yes, the news I only learned recently, but it has not been fully confirmed."

From Carlos's face, Brutu realized that he could not have too much contact with the matter about the purple tungsten ore, at least not now, so he took the initiative to change the topic and said: "If it was really the purple tungsten ore, would that lady come for this too?"

Carlos thought for a moment, shook his head, and denied his previous guess, and said, "It's wrong, the time is wrong, and even if she knows about the Zitungsten Mine, she shouldn't be worried about this matter now. She has other more important things to worry about."

"The time is wrong? Worrying about something more important?" Brutu looked confused and couldn't understand his boss's words at all.

Carlos did not explain, and directly took out several newspapers from the documents on his desk. This newspaper was the largest number of newspapers in the Kingdom of Calica. Although the Turquoise tribe had moved to the depths of the southern wasteland, they did not want to be completely out of touch with the outside world, so they always collected all information from the outside world, and buying newspapers was the best way to collect information.

Not only the newspapers from the Kingdom of Galica, but also from other parts of the Mosan continent, they ordered a copy. They were taken to the Turquoise City by caravans every ten days, and then reprinted a batch in Turquoise City and distributed it to the city lords and governors of various settlements under their subordinates.

Because of this reason, these newspapers often have to be delivered to people like Carlos a few days or even dozens of days later than the release date, and the news above has often become old news.

However, even old news is also very new for those who are in the depths of the wasteland, and has great reference value. For example, when he and Brutu both suspected that Sylvia came for the purple tungsten mine, but after he calmed down, he was able to deny his and Brutu's guess from the contents of the latest newspapers he saw.

After reading the contents in the newspaper quickly, Brutu felt that he had guessed wrong, because the biggest trouble that Dodd Group is now not ore, but food. No matter how stupid people are, they can see how much impact the grain restriction order of the United States and Galica Kingdom has on the Bodo region controlled by Dodd Group. So now Sylvia should be most concerned about food issues, not ore issues.

Brutu quickly made a new judgment based on the contents of the newspaper and the information that Sylvia would appear here in person, and said: "It seems that the lady must have really passed by here by accident. Her purpose is probably for food. She happened to learn about some things. Take this opportunity to make friends with us and the Yinyue Tribe to facilitate buying enough food from here."

"Well, I think so too." Although Carlos didn't think so much, he still pretended to be clear, and then the expression on his face became extremely serious again, saying, "In this way, what she mentioned should be almost true, we need to prepare."

"Do we send someone to the nearest Silver Moon Tribe to explain the situation?" Brutu suggested immediately.

"This is definitely something to go. It is best to explain the situation, find the sower, and avoid conflicts with the Silver Moon Tribe." Carlos nodded and said, "But the question is whether the Silver Moon Tribe is willing to calm this matter. In addition, does the Silver Moon Tribe know about the Zi Tungsten Mine? If they know that there are a large number of Zi Tungsten Mine here, then are they still willing to reconcile, or just use this matter to us..." As he said, his expression became more and more serious and nervous, and he stood up from the chair, walked back and forth in the office, and said, "We cannot hope to reconcile with them. We must be prepared. On the one hand, we must send people to the Silver Moon Tribe to explain the situation, on the other hand, we must be prepared to be attacked here, and on the other hand, we must send people to Huorong City to explain the situation and ask for help from Huorong City. The Zi Tungsten Mine here has a great relationship and is not something we can decide."

Upon hearing Carlos's decision, Brutu had no objection and offered to ask him to go to Turquoise City for help.

Although Carlos knew very well that his subordinate wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to ask for help and stay in a safe place and get involved in the possible battles here, he could not refute Brutu's proposal, because he could not find any more suitable candidate than Brutu for a while.

Just as the Governor of Sobans and his advisers discussed dealing with the possible crisis, Sylvia and Leo had already negotiated prices with the owner of the ship heading to Badisa, boarded the ship, and waited for the night to drive the ship.

The ship that the two of them rode on was a very traditional double-row long shuttle ship. This ship was the favorite ship used by early Viron continent's offshore pirates, because this ship could not only sail at sea, but also penetrate deep into the inland rivers, and was very fast. The only flaw was that it was not suitable for transporting goods. There was no special warehouse, and all the goods could only be piled on the deck.

After the emergence of ocean-going sailing ships, this special ship was quickly eliminated.

However, as the colonists entered the Mosang continent, various knowledge was brought into the depths of the wastelands of the Mosang continent, the ships eliminated elsewhere were reborn in the dense rivers deep in the wasteland. Now such ships are basically the main ships on the wasteland rivers.

Although the ships Leo and Sylvia were no less than passenger ships, they were not much different from other cargo ships. There was no extra cabin. The deck was still piled up with cargo to be transported away. Only a place was specially surrounded at the bow of the ship in the front part of the deck, putting a few tables and chairs, and building a simple passenger resting place, even if it was converted into a passenger ship.

"Why can you drive a boat after night? Isn't it safer to drive a boat during the day?" Sylvia sat on a chair in this resting place and asked about the situation at the sailor who was bundling goods not far away. The language used was a common tribal language written by the Holy Mountain.

The sailor was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was asking himself, so he immediately spoke quickly in another tribal language and gestured quickly with his hands. Although he couldn't understand his words, it was not difficult to guess from his gestures that he wanted to express that he couldn't understand Sylvia's words.

"They are all from tribes in the next generation. Except for the shamans of their tribe, no one else has ever been to the Holy Mountain, nor to the outside world, and they cannot understand other languages ​​other than their tribe." At this time, the captain came over with a wooden basin filled with some fruits. While putting the fruit on the table in front of Sylvia, he explained in the Holy Mountain language: "Madam, I will answer your questions! It may be easy to sail during the day in other places, but it is different in the wastelands, especially in the Dajiao River, you cannot sail during the day."

"Because there is danger in daylight?" Sylvia asked.

"Yes, the danger of sailing during the day is much greater than that at night." The captain nodded, then pointed to the river surface of the Tutu River in the distance and said: "Although the water surface is very calm now, there are actually many dangers lurking under the water. A large number of mutant monsters are hidden in the water. As long as a ship sails on the river surface, it will launch an attack, and it will never stop."

"Since that's the case, why is it safe again at night?" Sylvia asked again.

The captain explained: "Because at night, the children of Tatum who are sleeping in the water will wake up. They will patrol their territory and clear out the mutant monsters in the territory. We just need to be careful and do not rashly break into the middle of the river. Tatum's children will not attack the ships on the river."

"Tatum? Is the waterway master?" Leo murmured to himself after hearing the captain's words.

Because he was coming to the depths of the wasteland, Leo also had a little understanding of the wasteland gods that were feared by various tribes in the wasteland, and Tatum was also among the ones he knew about.

In the legend of the Wasteland Tribe, Tatum was originally just a small tribe chief called Thousand Lakes deep in the wasteland.

The Thousand Lakes Land is somewhat similar to the Black Forest Swamp where the Hannosa Alliance of the Velone Continent is located. It is mainly composed of forests, swamps and lakes. Waterways are crisscrossed, and canoes are the main means of transportation to travel through this area.

Tatum was an extraordinary talent at that time. He used various means to annex the surrounding tribes, gradually expanded the power he controlled, and finally unified the entire Thousand Lakes land, and established the first and only regime in the wasteland that was similar to a dynasty.

Afterwards, he even planned to extend his territory outside the Thousand Lakes land, but he didn't expect that he drank too much wine at a banquet and fell into the water and drowned, and even his body was not found.

Because of his sudden death and the lack of blood heirs, the dynasty-like regime he established also fell apart in just a few years, and the Thousand Lakes Land was also trapped in a hundred years of melee. Everyone wanted to be the next Tatum, and no one wanted to be controlled by another Tatum again.

Because of the century-long war, the people in the Thousand Lakes began to miss the prosperous period when Tatum unified the Thousand Lakes, and a rumor began to appear among the people that Tatum did not fall into the water and died, but was recognized by the Wasteland nature, summoned by the Wasteland, and became the God of Wasteland, so his body could not be found.

After this statement came out, it was recognized by local shamans, and there were also related altars and sacrifice rituals. After that, Tatum's reputation gradually spread out from the Thousand Lakes and became one of the legendary gods of the wasteland.

Leo rarely reads the legend about Tatum twice. The reason for this is that Tatum can be said to be the first example of ordinary humans becoming wild gods in the wasteland. Although there were several instances of humans becoming wild gods later, their origins were in Tatum.

"What are these Tatum children?" Leo asked curiously.

"It's the descendant of Tatum." The ship owner did not answer positively, but gave an answer that was completely useless, and then turned around and left.

"Is there any problem?" Sylvia asked.

"Nothing is just curious." Leo shook his head and said, "If you can drive away mutant monsters, you can't be an ordinary beast. At the lowest, it is also an extraordinary creature. And so many extraordinary creatures gather, this kind of scene cannot be seen outside the wasteland."

Sylvia shook her head and said, "Even in the wasteland, it's not common, at least in the past. I spent a long time in the wasteland, and I've seen extraordinary creatures counting the times with one hand."

Time passed little by little, and Leo and Sylvia were staying leisurely on the boat. When they were bored, they even asked the sailor for two fishing rods, sat and spread them all over and caught fish.

As the sky faded, fewer people on the docks also gradually became smaller and the ships loaded with cargo were sorted out. The sailors sat in the paddle seats, each eating the food in their hands, waiting for the captain to order.

The captains did not look at the water surface, but turned around and looked at the lighthouse not far away. Although the brazier of the lighthouse had been lit, the signal of driving the ship had not been sent out. The shamans in the city were sensing the situation of the river through secret techniques. Only when they sensed the appearance of the Tatum descendants in their mouths would the signal of driving the ship be sent out. Otherwise, even at night, the ship would not sail.

As time passed, the sky was completely dark, and the river surface was even darker. Even if there was moonlight, it could not illuminate the river.

At this time, some light suddenly flashed on the river channel. These lights were not the waves generated by moonlight illuminating the water surface, but the light emitted from the bottom of the water. The moment these lights appeared, all the ships emitted a slight cheer. At the same time, the fire on the lighthouse was also flashing and extinguishing under the control of the fireman, sending signals to all the ships waiting to sail at the pier.

As shouts with their own tribes sounded one after another on the docks, the slew-shaped ships drilled out of their docks like sharp arrows. The sophisticated helmsman easily found the gap between the ships and drilled in and out, as flexible as if they were swimming fish. The inexperienced helmsman inevitably rubbed with other ships, and the shouts and scolds immediately came from two or more ships, and some even began to raise their oars to prepare for action.

The ships that did not have time to leave the ship immediately were blocked involuntarily by these disputed ships. They were anxious to leave and couldn't help but join the war of quarrel. For a moment, the water surface of the dock fell into chaos.
Chapter completed!