After a simple but decent dinner, visitors from Cecil visited the camps of the Tifeng people, visited the barracks, towers and city walls shaped with magical power, visited the "sub-tower" of the barrier under construction and the large-scale mage area. After this entertainment, the sunlight behind the dirty clouds gradually approached the horizon. Before nightfall, Gao Wen and others were led to the "rooms" in the Rosetta Palace.

The so-called guest rooms are also built with magical stones. The gray material is no different from other buildings in this peak base. However, the owner here obviously tried to use additional decorations to improve the taste and comfort of the guest rooms. The tapestries full of rich and magnificent style, long-haired carpets and large oil paintings offset the cold texture of the "artificial stone house". In his own room, Gao Wen also saw a complete set of exquisite wooden furniture, gold-inlaid porcelain, silver lamp holders and books that were enough to pass the time. As a peak base adjacent to the wasteland of Gondor, such a room can be regarded as luxurious.

After the waiter informed the time and place of dinner, Gao Wen closed the door and came to the bookshelf on the west side of the room. Amber's figure appeared beside him.

Miss Half-Elf is at least quite responsible at this moment: "No surveillance items were found, and the nearby shadow power was very calm."

"Of course not, Rosetta? Augustus wasn't so reckless and secretly surveillance of a legend," Gao Wen said casually, his eyes swept across the bookshelf, "... "A Brief Record of Changes in the Northern Continental Emblem Studies"... If you rely on this kind of thing to pass the boring time, I'm afraid I'll only be even more bored."

Amber looked Gao Wen up and down for a few times, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't help but speak, "To be honest, I don't understand you very much today..."

"Which aspect can't be understood?" Gao Wen had long expected that this half-elf must have been full of problems, and he also expected that the other party would definitely not be able to hold it in. Hearing this, he said with a leisurely smile.

Amber opened her mouth, as if she was about to ask questions, but in the last second before she opened her mouth, she bit her lip hard, looked around quickly, and finally bulged her face: "I won't ask!"

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face suddenly became a little relieved: "Very good."

You can never underestimate others, and you can never lose your vigilance in a strange environment. Even if you check it multiple times, you must keep the last line of secrets. Facts have proved that if this half-elf is really willing to use his brain, he will definitely not be stupid.

After praising Amber casually, Gao Wen turned his attention away from books that did not arouse his interest, and asked casually with a relaxed attitude: "What do you think about this camp?"

He knew that Amber must have seen most of the camp, whether it was the ones who were taken by Tifeng or not, and she must have recorded many more details than others have seen. This guy has not had a good frontal combat power, but it was still very beneficial when he was a quiz.

After that, what he wanted to say to Amber would no longer involve long-term planning or confidentiality, nor would he be worried about being eavesdropped on.

Amber thought about it and said bluntly: "In my opinion, the people of Tifeng are so rich, so rich!!"

"oh?"

"You should also see that this camp is almost entirely shaped by magical power. I checked the situation in their camp and mage area. I confirmed that they gathered at least 800 low- to middle-level mages here. The task of these extraordinary people here is to 'build a house'," Amber said with a serious look. "Relying on these mages, the construction speed of this base should not be slower than our base, and the efficiency in all aspects is not worse than ours, and it may even be more efficient."

"Tifeng began to implement the systematic and professional management of the extraordinary people more than ten years ago, and used various extraordinary powers to produce and develop. They also imitated the newborn screening system of the ancient Gondor Empire, actively cultivate extraordinary people from the whole people and from babies. This led to almost twice the number of extraordinary people in their overall number of extraordinary people than Ansu, and there is also an extremely advanced management system to ensure that all extraordinary people are registered and have their own responsibilities," Gao Wen said slowly. "Most of the mages you see here should be called "engineering mages". They have been trained in a targeted manner since they were exposed to magic power, and the spells they master are almost related to construction. In Tifeng, there are tens of thousands of similar 'full-time mages'."

Amber widened his eyes and said nothing for a moment: "..."

Gao Wen looked at her with a funny look: "What are you thinking?"

"Do you think they will accept me if I treason now?"

"How about you try?"

Amber shrank his neck: "No, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death."

Gao Wen smiled, not caring about the little joke, and commented casually: "As you can see, Tifeng is indeed very strong, but on the other hand... they are not very smart either."

Amber blinked, and had already guessed Gao Wen's meaning: "You think they're wasting it, right..."

"Yes, the huge waste of scientific researchers was actually used by them on the construction site," Gao Wen shook his head with a regretful look. "The mage is a researcher, a person who is engaged in invention and creation. How can he waste it on the construction site?! I want to tell me that they should not be regarded as combat power on the battlefield or as labor in the production process, but should all be sent to the laboratory!

"You saw eight hundred mages here. The speed of building a base is no slower than our mechanization, or even faster than us. But if I were handed over to me, I would turn these eight hundred mages into researchers, let them study more advanced magic machinery and more advanced alchemy materials, and develop techniques that can widely copy their efficient spells. Then I can promote these technologies to the hands of 800,000 ordinary workers, so that each of these workers can exert efficiency as much as a "engineering mage". This is the correct way to use knowledge."

Amber blinked. In Gao Wen's short outlook and description, she finally intuitively felt where the true power of the "magic industry" was reflected.

Gao Wenze breathed a sigh of relief, and after speaking righteously, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "However, there is a problem, a very realistic problem that bothers us..."

“What’s the problem?”

"Just as you said just now, Tifeng is so rich, so rich... rich, some people, and resources..." Gao Wen sighed, "We can indeed 'arm' 800,000 workers with the technical achievements of 800,000 mages, and Tifeng... they may really be able to pull out 800,000 engineering mages..."

amber:"……"

Gao Wen sighed: "This is called money ability."

Amber looked dull: "Currency power...can it be described like this..."

There is no word "money" in this world. Gao Wen directly used the word "currency" and the word "skill" to create the word "money ability". Obviously, Amber understood its meaning.

Therefore, after understanding the true source of power of the Magic Industry, Amber also understood why even though he mastered a powerful weapon like the Magic Industry, Gao Wen still regarded Difeng as the most powerful and terrifying enemy.

She glanced at Gao Wen and vaguely realized something.

No matter what business this man who was lifted up from the coffin wanted to do with Emperor Tifeng, whether he had to take the initiative to accept the cotton dumping of Tifeng or help the people of Tifeng build the railway, his only next purpose...

They are all "money ability" to deal with Tifeng people.

...

The snow is flying in winter, and the coldest season of the year has arrived on this land.

In the Holy Spirit Plain, a nameless village half a day away from Baisong Town, the snow has already disappeared from the foot, but the snowfall is just the beginning, and the snowflakes are still falling.

This white godsend covers everything indiscriminately, blurring the ridges and gullies, blurring the roads and wastelands, and blurring the boundaries between heaven and earth. The nameless village seems to be a pile of stones in the snow, and artificial buildings are being wrapped in silver little by little in the falling snow. In this dangerous and cold day, every household closes the doors and windows and seals every hole in the dilapidated walls to prevent the loss of precious heat. People hide in the room that can block the wind and snow. While preserving their physical strength and heat, they look forward to the safe winter, while listening to every strange creaking sound from the roof with worry.

The village in the snow is silent.

However, under the snow, in the cellar of a long house, a secret gathering is being held.

Cheap and inferior candles are placed on the mottled and worn long table. The swaying candlelight makes the entire cellar shady. On the long table are filled with clay pots, daggers, stone flakes and other objects. Some red pigment depicts strange and gloomy magic symbols and chilling twisted images on the table. Around the long table, more than a dozen ragged figures are sitting solemnly in the candlelight, and more than a dozen pairs of hidden fanatical eyes are staring at the two figures next to the long table.

The two figures were quite tall, wearing a gray-black old blouse, and an iron talisman of death hung around their necks, as if they were dressed up as corpse dragging people.

"Brothers and sisters, the day to escape from suffering is coming..."

One of the corpse draggers opened his hands and said as if he was preaching.

"The suffering people, accept this gift!"

Another corpse dragger bent down and picked up a pot of clay pot containing some kind of liquid from the table while praying devoutly.

People around the long table stood up one after another, with some expectation and some fanaticism, and asked the man in a gray-black shirt to apply the dark red liquid from the pot to their foreheads.

"After receiving this gift... you will be able to escape from this suffering day, not waiting for death or the next life, the kingdom of heaven on earth is just around the corner..."

"The days of suffering for those who are free from it..."

"The Kingdom of Heaven on Earth..."

"Just arriving..."

The sounds of chanting and praying echoed in this hidden cellar. Above the cellar, in the long house towering in the wind and snow, several pairs of cold and vigilant eyes were close to the narrow slits of the window panels, staring at the world in the wind and snow.

In the surrounding houses, in almost every room in the village, eyes with equally cold and vigilantness were stuck behind every window.

...

East of the Holy Spirit Plain, Solinburg.

Snowflakes are also falling on this land.

A team of knights entered the city in the afternoon. They were well-equipped and well-equipped. Even the war horses were wearing the best-quality steel wire mail and wearing amulets that soothe spirit and enhance their endurance. They rode horses from the widest main entrance avenue. Everyone along the way, including the patrol soldiers, chose to give in astonishment after seeing the emblems on these knights.

Those images of black long sword crossing on the emblems are marked by Silas Loren, Duke of the East.

The head of the team, the young Marquis Belk Loren, who was full of armor, controlled the speed of the horse, and also controlled the speed of the entire team, in case these slightly rude subordinates were injured by pedestrians along the street (although there were almost no pedestrians on the street on snowy days). At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the towering castle on the high ground not far away.

After staying in the safe rear for so long, all day either dealing with the annoying local nobles, or watching the Cecils blow up the white sand dunes little by little (now he suspects that the Cecils might even intend to blow the place into a white sand mine), Belk felt that his patience and sharpness would be wiped out sooner or later, but fortunately, he finally received the order to return to Solinburg.

The young Marquis straightened his back and greeted all eyes with the most impeccable knightly posture, even if there were no people around him. He looked at the streets in winter and thought in his mind what he needed to report after seeing his father and Prince Edmund.
Chapter completed!