Above the Seven Towers

Xiao Chen stood at the door of the conference room and adjusted his collar. Unconsciously, he hadn't put on his shirt and jacket for a long time. He stretched his hands to his waist and touched an empty space. The spark sword that accompanied him all the time was not hanging on his body, making him a little awkward. He knew that what he was about to face was not the enemy, but he was more difficult to deal with than the enemy.

"He is wild, not used to it?" Luo Ling started to hear footsteps behind him.

"I just think the world is changing too fast, and I'm a little stunned. Also, I don't know what they think." Xiao Chen smiled and looked back. Luo Ling naturally did not wear the mage robe, but the upper body cashmere sweater, the lower body jeans, coupled with the school corridor behind him, let him return to the original world in a trance.

"More than four thousand slaves can't make you afraid, what are you afraid of now. A bunch of old ones?" Luo Ling stepped forward and opened the door to turn back and said to him, "Straighten my waist bar."

Xiao Chen walked into the room and found that most of the committee members had arrived. This time it was to expand the meeting and used a lecture hall. Not only the team leaders of each group arrived, but also the deputy team leaders and backbones of many groups. For example, Chen Hansheng sat behind Chu Ying, the leader of the business team, and blinked Xiao Chen.

In addition, the alchemy scientist Morey sat at the seat of the technology group, the dwarf engineer Farrell belonged to the industrial group, the indigenous business representative Siro sat on the side of Chen Hansheng, and the other side of Chen Hansheng sat on Calanda. And the wild mage Andrew also sits in a dog-like manner, obviously fatter than a circle than when he was just captured. This guy even put on his shirt and tie, and he didn't know where the school guy gave him his business.

Xiao Chen wondered, maybe he should also listen to local people's views on slaves. These guys have mixed well after joining the school in various ways. Except for the leather armor on Karanda who is a bit out of place with the environment, and Farrell is really too short, how do other people look like foreigners of that era? .

Some people entered the room one after another, and soon filled the meeting room that can accommodate more than 100 people by half. Finally, the chairman of the committee, Guo Qian, came in. After Guo Qian entered the door, he stood at the platform and announced the meeting.

There was no electric light, the sunlight was good, and the light came in from the side, illuminating Guo Qian's half-face, and also illuminating his slightly frowning.

"Yesterday, I had three consecutive meetings with the team leaders and roughly understood the basic situation of the caravan bringing more than 4,000 slaves." Guo Qian paused. "Everyone responded more. How to deal with the current situation There are also different opinions on the situation. I invite everyone here to come together today and I hope to brainstorm. "

Xiao Chen sighed secretly when he heard this. He participated in the first three meetings as a party, but not only had more repercussions. Some pointed to his nose and said that he played the piano arrogantly, and some said with a sullen face that his ambition was inflated, and of course there was support. For these people, the slaves now placed at the foot of Montenegro are simply a time bomb. As for the slave placement program, the leader of the committee insisted on his own words, and there was no result of the argument, so this enlarged meeting was held.

Maybe someone will be better off now, right? Xiao Chen glanced at Guo Qian.

"My uncle is still too cautious." Luo Ling whispered beside him, "The people who engage in academia are just too many ideas, and they are decisive."

"Aren't you engaged in academics? Associate Professor Luo." Xiao Chen asked back.

"I'm still young and saved." Luo Ling gave him a white look.

The people on the field spoke in turn, and some even argued, but Xiao Chen, who is a party, somehow lost his mind. He looked out the window, but scenes in the slave camp appeared before him.

Shouting businessman

Miserable slave

Riots

Bloodstained barracks

Fierce battle

Giant tree man

There was an uneasy spirit in his heart, what am I doing wrong? Whether it is to accumulate strength for the school or to give a new life to the slaves, what is unreasonable?

auzw.com At this time, the generous and loud voice of the speaker brought him back to reality. Xiao Chen took a closer look and was the leader of the business team, Chu Ying.

"So, to bring the slaves back like this is to poke Lou Zi. We have to consider the attitude of the forces around us. We have been robbed of so much wealth out of thin air, and the master behind which slave merchant will be willing to give up? The raid's team is even more unreasonable , People have n’t done it yet, you just take your own conviction. Is n’t this going to send the handle to the other party? Can such a big thing cover up? ”The thin middle-aged man looked around the audience and found that he responded to him There are not many people who have opinions, and they have to change their tone of voice. "Be kind to others, I have said many times that we have just arrived first and want to be friends with others! I advocate reconciliation with slave merchants, returning people, or paying a sum of money to buy them."

"A good friend is surprised." Xiao Chen was angry, and wanted to refute, but Luo Ling was caught by surprise.

"how?"

"Someone can't hear this than you." Luo Ling said.

Sure enough, Wang Jiyuan uttered: "If the horse thief came, we said, 'Be kind to people', there is no chance to have a meeting here. The rules of this world are simple: if our fists are not big enough, we are not eligible to be in this land. Stay on. I do n’t want to talk about the handle, you can pry the earth by inserting a handle on the ground? I will only talk about grasping, whoever cuts his hand to us, will cut off his hand, this is called grasping! These four thousand people come well , We can expand our strength. "

Chu Ying's face is not very good-looking, then Chang Lin said: "Team Wang, we can't just use force. These people can certainly expand our strength, but if the problems they bring are greater than the promotion of strength, it is worth it. Deliberate. "

Zhou Xiaoren of the intelligence group nodded his head and said, "Slaves, you cultural people know it, don't you like a riot, what kind of uprising? The ancient boss and an empire can't see slaves, let alone we have more than 700 people? Use 700 people. The team went to swallow 4700 people, hehe, that was a minefield. "

"People can be transformed and teams can be cultivated. Our PLA has been a master of this from the beginning. Mine array? Isn't the mine array used to wander past?" Wang Jiyuan said this, leaning back on his chair, arms folded Ring chest scan the audience.

Later on was the leader of the personnel team, Moranxin. The woman in her forties, wearing a suit and black framed glasses, looked very serious: "All, no, that's extremism! I will say One thing, the strength of an organization is very related to the quality of the personnel. I have visited camps before, and the quality of these slaves is really uneven. The absorption of a considerable number of them will only seriously lower the level of our team. It will do more harm than good to us. I suggest leaving someone who is physically strong and skilled, and let the rest be dismissed. "

"The level is not enough to learn, and the quality is not enough to educate. There must be someone first, then there will be talents." Li Mingde, the education leader, has his gray hair neatly combed, plus a pair of gold glasses, typical old professors do. .

"You need to know that the influence is two-way. A black sheep can destroy many people. I really don't know who learned from who." Mo Lanxin insisted.

Li Deming shook his head without saying anything.

Logistics leader Bai Yicheng ’s statement was based on factual data: “As far as the current food reserves are concerned, these 4762 people let us store enough food for only one month. Other living materials must also face such problems. And winter is about to Here I am. I support the expansion of the population, but if these survival problems cannot be solved, Bai Yicheng gave Xiao Chen a helpless expression, "The prospect is worrying."

"What's wrong with the meal problem?" The dwarf Farrell said violently. His Chinese tone was a little weird. "As long as the slave is in charge of the slave, no? The slave is afraid of being lazy, as long as you prepare enough whip it is good."

"You can't say that, Uncle Farrell, they are just poor people." Kalanda spoke anxiously in the local language, "but I also think there is always a way to keep them alive. In the slave camps, those The merchants just rented the slaves' money to feed the slaves themselves. If they can be given a suitable job here, why can't they feed themselves? "

"I think Miss Karanda's words make sense. As a mage, we have higher goals to pursue, why waste time on these things." Andrew the wild mage said, "Every mage tower will use slaves, Serfs and hired workers, but their life and death, where do the noble mages need to worry about? What does it matter if these people die? There will always be alive and able to serve us. "

"I don't mean that. I believe that Xiao Chen doesn't mean it." Kalanda glared at Andrew.

"Oh, I know Master Xiao and you are kind people. I am also the same, I just said, er, the **** of nature, no, when destiny no longer cares for someone, we better let it go." Andrew laughed. Said.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said: "My proposition is very clear, these people should be left behind, as long as we overcome the difficulties, they are our reliance on survival here." He suddenly felt a little tired, originally prepared a long talk I don't want to say, "I think that relying on 700 people alone cannot support a civilization."

The meeting lasted for a long time, and finally there were roughly four opinions, full acceptance, no acceptance, partial acceptance and return to the slave market. After all, this has exhausted the basic solutions. The accepted opinions are slightly superior, but in the end, no one has completely convinced anyone.

After glancing at the setting sun, Luo Ling, who had not spoken, proposed: "Chairman Guo, members, I think everyone has expressed what they should have expressed, and there is no limit to continuing the discussion. A solution must be quickly drawn. Program."

"Do you have any suggestions?" Guo Qian asked.

"vote!"