The Game of Global Mining-Chapter 438 - 339: Crafting Essence of Dreams by Hand (2)

Chapter 438: Chapter 339: Crafting Essence of Dreams by Hand (2)

"Ready..."

So, three books continued to unfold from the bookmark, the new Chapters just beginning...

...

Silver City dock, the band is playing, the crowd is enormous.

The citizens of Silver City have already learned from the morning paper about the "glorious" achievements of the Guardian God Mermaid, who not only severely injured and chased away the Siren Sea Demon but also defeated the Pirate King and his dozens of pirate fleets that ambushed Silver City. They have now spontaneously gathered at the dock to welcome the Mermaid, the Second Sage, and Remia’s return in triumph.

Sariel saw the scene with the citizens and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What is faith exactly? As long as public opinion is well-controlled and the anthems keep singing, that’s all it takes. As for the ship owners who suffered losses, just pay them enough hush money. As for defeating the Pirate King, just talk it up...

As long as we blow it up enough, we can downplay the Pirate King’s return demonstration as a joke, reducing his intimidating influence to the lowest level...

In short, Sariel has stayed up all night, and now he’s really sleepy and wants to go to bed. But there are still two things to do first, go to comfort the Silver Flower’s battered mansion.

At this time, the mansion was already scaffolded, and hundreds of workers were urgently repairing and carrying bricks and stones.

Although the cannon situation had been communicated through the warship, the butler still reported the losses to the young lady face to face.

Remia frowned: "The bathroom is completely damaged?"

The butler replied with regret: "Yes! We’ve already ordered a new bathtub overnight. Before that, how about going to the City Lord’s Mansion, miss?"

Remia waved her hand: "No need, I won’t go back to the mansion for a few days. I’ll stay with Master Helen in the Water Race— um, the Sea God Hall. Right, are any nearby residents injured?"

"Some are injured..."

Sariel immediately noticed something was off with the Saintess. Normally, her demeanor should first inquire about the injured residents, not about minor matters like the bathroom, making her seem less wise. Is it the influence of the Heroic Spirit Hall?

Remia then said to Sariel: "So, Mr. Sage, report immediately if there’s important military business." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Understood, miss. You’ve worked hard, take a rest first."

The one who really wants to rest now is Sariel.

Sariel immediately rushed to the prison to check on Chun’s condition. No, it was the warehouse in the secretive abandoned mine area.

Outside the warehouse, a few strong men were playing cards and drinking.

Even Sariel had to be polite to them because they were death row inmates with heavy crimes. Because it would be a waste to let them die with their abilities, they were given a rather high-paid special unit "Silver Demon Squad." They usually stayed in this abandoned mine area and could only leave when there was a mission.

For this reason, Chun was casually left to their watch. Otherwise, with Chun’s player-level specs, he wouldn’t deserve any of them guarding him.

Sariel greeted politely: "Gentlemen—"

They didn’t bother to respond: "He struggled a bit when he first arrived, now he’s been asleep for half a day. See for yourself."

Alright.

Since the warehouse had specifications for storing Mithril, the door had a monitoring magic crystal window of the same standard as a safe. From outside, you could see the pitch-black inside, but the inside could see nothing outside.

Saw Chun; that state is logged out sleeping.

Continued to pull up the surveillance playback, indeed, it was entirely offline throughout.

This direct break him into despair feeling would make anyone laugh even in their dreams.

As Sariel was about to leave satisfied, someone from the squad spoke up: "Hey, heard the Pirate King’s treasure appeared, huh, is that true?"

Sariel indeed found them annoying; their personalities were extremely like self-proclaimed superior curry technicians. Sariel seriously suspected they were designed by curry employees. What they meant by asking this question was clearly an excuse to go out and have fun.

Sariel scoffed: "When a message is known city-wide, that’s when fools are sent to be deceived."

The group laughed viciously: "No matter, we are fools!"

Sariel suddenly wasn’t sleepy anymore: "How foolish? Dare to compete with the Golden Empire’s warships for treasure?"

The group laughed wildly: "We are definitely foolish enough to dare, but you are neither foolish nor daring."

Sariel vaguely had a thought: "Waiting for mission news. Also, keep this kid under tight watch, he mustn’t have any movements."

One strong man was dissatisfied: "I just lost money, can I go in and beat him?"

Sariel’s heart leaped—it fitted his intentions, willing to nod, but he forcefully restrained himself. Anyway, just locking Chun like this, he wouldn’t have any chance at all, no need to give him any chance to interact with any NPC.

"No, you cannot. Your identities must not be exposed."

The group was annoyed: "Boring."

Sariel wasn’t sure if his privileges could suppress these bastards. But, if he really couldn’t suppress them, letting them in to cripple Chun more was actually good.

...

At this time, Michael had also stayed up all night and wanted to sleep.

But he couldn’t sleep peacefully until many problems were clarified. For instance, recalling the time when Beelzebub, poking holes with his fingers, was apparently in a hard-to-lock vague spatial overlap state—what caused it to lose that state? Was it because its finger was attacked? What exactly was in that hole?

Then, forming the archaeological team to find power technology—first, let’s go to the library to see Mr. Clown.

Michael came to the highest management room of the library, using surveillance privileges to check the reading situations in the private rooms.

He was amazed to find that Mr. Clown was reading three books simultaneously this time!

What an astonishing talent! And he was even taking notes!

But why was he writing with a magic pen on the newspaper? Wasn’t there paper and pens on the table?

Michael asked the nearby administrator: "What’s his situation?"

The administrator was surprised: "This Mr. Clown is extremely humble and frugal, eating only the cheapest bread and milk, maybe he’s afraid of using paper wastefully. Once he seemed to go out looking for someone to consult but didn’t dare approach and ended up in the math section meeting with the untidy but bad-tempered Mr. Gauss who threw him a geometry book to chase him away..."

So that’s how it was!

Michael was both moved and shocked. Mr. Clown was so humble he dared not talk to any of the present nobles or gentlemen, choosing instead to reach out to a god-like figure! Was this luck or misfortune?

Then Michael continued fast-forwarding the surveillance, seeing that Mr. Clown seemed stuck again, repeatedly reviewing the three books. He was going through archaeological books, covering Ancient Languages!

The content of Ancient Languages was unknown even to the game development team! Because it was a language invented by the first-generation artificial intelligence, its parsing rules were unclear!

Suddenly, Mr. Clown seemed to understand something, and the three books that had stuck him suddenly accelerated in progress!

He figured it out?!

Michael was very confident; with him, this archaeological team could work out. If they could bring in a god-like mathematician like Gauss into the team, even manually creating an ancient engine wasn’t impossible!

Michael slept contentedly, looking forward to waking up at noon with a good result.

...

It was already 10 PM.

The reading time passed swiftly, and Chun, fully concentrated, finished the three books and once again received the insight on Wisdom. Chun had experienced how truly difficult it was to gain Wisdom.

At this moment, the Ugly Emperor confidently patted the book ’Principles of Geometry’!

Alright, now he could almost communicate without words, so it was time to go out and challenge that mathematician.

The Ugly Emperor took the geometry book to the math counter and met the unkempt old mathematician again, returning the book to him: "Sir, I think I’ve learned this one."

The old man sneered and picked up a piece of paper, drawing an irregular shape: "Calculate the area of the shaded part!"

Chun was momentarily stunned, Holy Shit wasn’t this a middle school-level math Olympiad question? For himself, it didn’t seem to be a problem. Those formulas, just reviewed them well...

However, the Ugly Emperor responded calmly, directly and precisely cutting with an auxiliary line, resolved instantly!

Chun was shocked, Homework Helper? Ape Tutor? Artificial intelligence was used like this, huh?

The old man laughed heartily: "Not bad, I am Gauss!"