"I am very foreseeable, Commander-in-Chief." Dark thought about it and said the truth:
"Those technological objects left by the old empire are ominous things, perhaps already infected with evil spirits and dirty things from the underworld. Now, picking them up will not only not be able to immediately put them into actual combat, but will instead erode the user and make a profit."
"Oh? Why?" Yaroslav felt curious, deliberately straightened his body, leaned closer to Dak, and asked in a patient and very gentle tone:
"I know that the Federal Council and the Lost Organization are actually transparent in two-way information. What I saw and heard in the "Deep Swords" will be known sooner or later by the senior committee, especially Lord Vasily. So I didn't want to hide it from the beginning." Dak did not answer positively, but sighed before bringing the topic on the right track, saying:
"From your status, you must have known that the 'new structure plan' of the old empire triggered the 'New Yuan crisis'. Ivan Twenty-two ordered a scientific calculation of the fate of the empire through the 'deduction team'. After the conclusion found that it was 'must perish', he transformed the 'Ivanov virus' at that time...
"And they were released at some time point more than five hundred years later. Ivan Twenty-second... In fact, he was crazy because of obsession and confused because of desire. Its heart had long been occupied by Satan, and the gods of the order abandoned it, and the ancient and the "power of the tomb of the underworld" completely eroded its body."
"You mentioned just now... you saw Ivan Twenty-second, right? That's... what this portrait looks like?" Yaroslav's expression became serious. He stood up in disbelief, pointing his finger at the portrait of Ivan Twenty-second hanging on the wall, which was "bound" in the photo frame that was wiped shiny, and asked.
"It's him...at least, the uniform is the same, Cruised's emperor dress, but the basic color of the style he wore was purple, while the picture was green." Dark recalled as much as possible and described.
"You... shouldn't have the chance to get in touch with the history of the old Cruzd Empire, right?" Yaroslav's face disappeared a little, but the shock increased a little, and he asked.
"No, dealing with extraordinary events and participating in battles everywhere almost exhausted my time, and I had no time to see those," Dark complained.
"Then I will choose to believe your description." Yaroslav sat back on the sofa and said:
"Ivan Twenty-II's dress consumes expensive fabrics, fuels, gems and gold, etc., and is made through complex hand-made processes. The value of a dress is equivalent to one-tenth of Cruzde's annual industrial output value. Therefore, in any official portrait, many expensive features of the dress will be deliberately hidden and used a simple but not lacking in temperament to describe it.
"As expected, the information provided by Mirren in the temporary prison was confirmed. Ivan Twenty-second did not die that year, but fell into a deep sleep through drugs and magic power. He tried to maintain the extravagant concept of "Millennium Kings", which not only escaped the final destination given to everyone by the Lord, namely death, but also caused a disaster that could fall into hell. Then Dak, what happened to Ivan Twenty-second you saw in the "Relics of Suffering"?
"Die." Dark spoke very straightforwardly, and his face was very calm, without any emotional ups and downs. He organized his language slightly, and he said:
"When I broke into the core area of ​​the "Relic of Deep in the Deep Relic", the so-called "lowest below", the large laboratory room full of "cultivation boxes", aerospace models and technology products, Ivan Twenty-II had actually opened the connection channel between the ruins and the underworld, where he fought with two lost boys.
"Ivan Twenty-II used the many magical powers that were fused by the [Order], first died, then Su Sheng, and turned into a dark, evil monster with dry wings, but even so, he was defeated by the two teenagers and forced to retreat to the room of the big laboratory.
"Later, Ivan Twenty-III suffered from a fatal injury in his chest, causing blood to flow out and eventually lost the breath of life. At that time, when I confronted the two lost boys, we were exhausted and had no extra energy to fight. We could only escape with the help of the water pressure impact before the water filled the laboratory."
When Dark tells the story, he deliberately conceals the life of Ivan Twenty-second. This Cruzder is the most famous and outstanding emperor, and has been admired by the vast majority of Cruzders for thousands of years, especially those in the army.
In order to avoid trouble and hostility after speaking, I blame everything on the lost. After all, the lost is the natural enemy of the human federation, and all bad debts can be counted on the enemy.
After hearing this, as Dak expected, Yaroslav suddenly stood up, took off the medals he wore before the military meeting one by one, walked to the front of the portrait of Ivan Twenty-second, bowed with grief and saluted.
After doing all this, he returned to his seat and sat down, as if he had completely forgotten the sadness just now, with a smile on his face, continuing the topic just now:
"For this battle, the Federation not only selected excellent [warriors] from all over the country, but also many psychics who undertake special tasks like you. We will first transport the excavated weapons to a special warehouse not far east of Xinfeng Town, after proper processing by the psychics, and then let Ross and Igor organize personnel to conduct research and replicate. There is no need to worry about this.
"But then again, Dark, before you go to the hospital to visit Wolfya and Luo Nai, you have to take half an hour to do a small test with me."
"Small test?" Dark said confused.
"Yes." Yaroslav nodded:
"For the sake of caution, you also know that the camps on the ‘Man-made Lake’ are not all up to me. I am indeed trusted by Chief Vasily to hold important positions, but many officers prefer to worship Gnady and the ‘Vikings’ behind him.
"As long as there is a little peace space, humans will fight each other and seize benefits. The behavior of the two [warriors] who were injured just now will cause trouble. Later, I will entrust a boy to help you check your body to make sure that you are not contaminated with impure things in the "Relics of Deep Swords" and damage your spirit. By the way, you can help you test the level of the magic source power level.
"About it, at least half a month has passed since you disappeared and you came back. This period of adventure travel should help you accumulate a lot of experience. Perhaps you have already been promoted without knowing it. As a psychic, if you can reach the rank 4, I think the 'Vikings' group of people will choose to win you over, rather than be enemies with you.
"But then again, Dak, have you gained nothing in the 'realm of bitterness'?"
"Harvest?" Dak subconsciously pressed his chest and stored the "Bizuni Tears" position, his eyes were a little flustered and he didn't say a word.
Seeing this, Yaroslav laughed, grabbed Dak's blood-filled hand and explained:
"Don't worry, the Federal Council has passed the "Stolen Storm Ordinance". You are now in the hurricane level and you have received less than three spoils. As long as it is not physically and mentally harmful, you can hold it yourself, just report it.
"If you say the spoils obtained in the 'Remnants of Deep Pain', then the person you report is me, the commander-in-chief. I believe that according to your current spirit and physical condition, the spoils you obtain must be beneficial and harmless."
Yaroslav's meaning is very obvious. Through Dak's performance, he knew that Dak must have obtained the trophy of the sequel monster with a difficult to explain, and it is very important and may also have a huge power.
After seeing Dak's powerful physical fitness, fighting skills, magic power level, and the sublimation of the power shown after the "Deep Relics of Suffering", Yaroslav tried to win over the young man to fight against the losers and opponents of the "Viking factions".
For young people like Dak who are strong enough but have firm ideals and beliefs, their interests and status do not actually play much role. Instead, recognition of achievements and help when moving towards their goals are attractive enough.
Therefore, after thinking about it, Yaroslav did not mention the intention of requesting the Federal Council to advance to the Dak rank. Instead, he stood up, took out a can of iron from the low storage cabinet beside him, and took off a pot of boiling water that had been burning on the stove.
Then, he took out two Putoya lace tea cups from the drawer at the bottom of the old desk, opened the iron can, took out a copper spoon from it, scooped out two spoons of dark black powder, put it into two tea cups, poured in boiling boiling water inward, stirred for a while, and brought it to Dak.
"Melting fragrance?" Dake took a deep breath, feeling very intimate and a sense of inexplicable happiness.
After putting the boiling kettle on the ground and stirring it again with a copper spoon, Yaroslav pushed one of the tea cups to Dak, picked up the other one, blew it, and after a brief taste of the work, he said:
"This is a unique flavorful drink made by the Putoya Empire from a large number of plantations in the mountains of the 'Sanchezor' area near the equator of the 'Filiga' continent.
"During the most prosperous period of the Steam Age, due to the strength of the Putoya Empire, this beverage originated from the vast desert area in the east under the control of the Central Empire almost completely concealed the tea that the Khitanese had passed on for thousands of years and became one of the best-selling drinks."
"Is that?" Dake was a little unbelievable, and took a sip, but was instantly filled with bitter feeling and almost vomited out.
"It smells good, but it tastes strange. Maybe I have never seen such a drink before, so I can't get used to it." Dark smiled embarrassedly.
"It's not your fault. In the end, we Cruzd people have a lot of similarities with the Putoya. In fact, we have a small amount of Khitanese bloodline. If the people in the east had not packaged their culture too mysterious and obscure, I believe we Cruzd people would have been like Khitanese style long ago." Yaroslav smiled:
"The main function of this drink is to refresh yourself. I think you should be like me, not willing to inject dangerous potions to maintain absolute concentration and awakeness during battles, which will cause irreversible damage to the body.
"However, today I am not selling you this long-outdated best-selling product, but I want to tell you something. Have you noticed that during this period, although we and the Sunneid people are trying to eliminate the lost and eliminate the 'intentional people', and have made a lot of efforts, it seems that there is no effect, but in fact, the world is slowly recovering."
"Slow recovery? It sounds novel. After all, I have never seen any clear light of hope in this wasteland for a long night." Dark joked.
"There is a ship called 'Continental Explorer 5', which arrived at the port of Nantoya in the North Carlov area just two weeks ago. After receiving them, the local legion commander discovered that the ship had been wandering on the sea for five years and had gone through a lot of hardships to come to our territory of Cruzd." Yaroslav said.
"Five years? Ship? How did they... come from? I remember history telling that the Putoya people suffered a catastrophe in the early stage of the outbreak of the SGD crisis, and most cities were completely captured by the 'unintentional people'." Dak said curiously:
"At least three hundred years ago, we had completely lost any information about the Putoya. Many people, including scientists and leaders, have speculated that the Putoya region may have been completely captured by the "unintentional people" and is now a field full of blood and silence. They... If they were the Putoya, their persistence and courage were admirable enough."
"It's certainly! It's the Putoya." Yaroslav explained:
"Their blue eyes, brown hair, and even pirate-like clothes definitely reflect the characteristics of the Putoya people. It is said that they set out from Roman, a famous port city of the Putoya Empire in the Third Age. About five or six years ago, due to the operational error of the local consul, the "unintentioned man" was led by the local loser to sneak into the city from the wastewater pipeline, and captured it with the inside and outside."
"Those who came by boat belonged to the survivors of the city's 'guards' group'. Relying on the remaining steamship, many port cities that the Putoyas were either abandoned or held in five years. They temporarily stopped in the middle of the Sinevillav port of the Sunnese people. After receiving supplies, they arrived in our Nantoya all the way.
Chapter completed!