I'm a god in the infinite game

Around the mining area.

The speed of Mu Sicheng's actions began to slow down. He carefully looked at the golden sculptures gathered at the entrance of the mine not far away, moved the headset to his lips, and reported in a low voice: "I saw the humanoid sculptures."

After speaking, he took a photo and sent it over.

The human-shaped gold sculptures in the photo are fixed at the entrance of the mine in various poses. Their expressions and expressions are very excited and ferocious. Some sculptures are holding banners and seem to be shouting.

"What is written on the banner is [never hand over the gold mine]." Mu Ke translated, "There are also some curse words, I will not translate them here."

"Actually, I'm a little weird."

Mu Ke thought about it: "The newspaper I read before said that after a period of decline in gold mines, there was an explosive secondary growth. What was written on the map Mu Sicheng found? The recent increase in gold mines in China has also confirmed this point. There must be something wrong with this second increase in gold, otherwise there would not be a large number of new miners suffering from strange organ sclerosis, and it is precisely because of this second increase in gold , Georgia’s resistance to the transfer of the mining area has greatly increased, and the public has seen the hope of gold growth, and it is absolutely impossible to agree to the transfer.”

"But the problem is..."

"It is written in the fairy tale that gods will supply gold for 1000 years." Bai Liu continued calmly, "If it is the god we know, after the 1000-year agreement comes, he will definitely stop the gold supply instantly according to the transaction. , It is simply impossible to continue supplying gold, the second outbreak of this batch of gold mines? Abnormal.”

"And Georgia's resolute handover of the gold mine to the Bureau of Heresy is also problematic."

"He was a prince at the time. Even if he realized that there was a problem with the mine, the most reasonable way was to investigate and deal with it after closing it. It is impossible to easily hand over the source of the people's dependence to an outside organization called the Bureau of Heresy. Such an approach would be more get support.”

"Things? There was still room for change, and Georgia's approach could have been less radical." Bai Liu paused, "But it should be some kind of third-party factor that sparked the conflict between the two parties."

"This third-party factor must be unstoppable by Georgia, that is, a force majeure factor." After a moment of contemplation, Liu Jiayi continued, "And this force majeure factor should come from the introduction of internal people, and there is Many people support it, otherwise Georgia would not choose to cooperate with foreign countries."

"And this kind of force majeure made Georgia think that only the Bureau of Heresy can deal with it..."

Inferred to this point, both Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu stopped.

The specific content of this force majeure factor is about to be revealed.

Bai Liu said the answer calmly: "At that time, in the ancient Luolun Kingdom, someone once again sought cooperation and transactions with the gods, allowing the gold mine to continue to produce."

The 13 mining area is located in the interior of the mountains. From the exit where the mountain was blasted, take the mine cart down the long-established track. The two sides are like some kind of relic treasure, full of piles and clusters of gold mines , It doesn't even take much to dig it out? It takes a lot of effort to refine it, and it is already quite high-purity gold.

But 12 years ago, such a scene that lasted for 1000 years no longer existed in ancient Loren.

After a long winter break, the first car mine mined in spring could not even fill half of the mine car. The people looked at the miners sitting on the mine car in panic and confusion. Everyone was waiting for the first car gold mine in spring to be destroyed. ?Grind it into gold powder and sprinkle it high into the sky-this is the ceremony of the coming of spring in ancient Loren.

But that year was cancelled, and everyone knew that with such a meager output, they couldn't hold such extravagant ceremonies.

It's like some sort of sign that the spring of Ancient Loren will never come again.

Gold mines are declining month by month, the streets are full of unemployed miners and crying children, the monthly distribution of gold by the Gold Development Office has been cut in half, and his father is sitting in front of the fence, looking down as if he is about to leave. Gu Luolun, who entered the invisible winter, couldn't sleep all night.

But Georgia was unusually calm, knowing that this day would eventually come.

Ancient Loren without gold is a disaster in the eyes of everyone, but in the eyes of Georgia, this may be an opportunity, an opportunity for everyone to go out.

Everyone has been trapped in this gold mining country for too long, 1000 years is enough to make everyone fear the outside world. Of course, there are indeed scary things in the outside world, but it is better than an ancient world without gold. Lauren is much better?

Georgia, who had prepared the record long ago, patted his father on the shoulder and said calmly, "Father, give Gu Luolun to me." .”

His father raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Can you make Ancient Loren produce gold again?"

"I haven't." Georgia replied peacefully, "but father, talent is the most precious gold in a country."

"As long as there are people around, no matter how long the winter is, everyone can get through it. We haven't reached the end of the mountain. The mining area is still producing gold. We'll keep the gold and open the The Window of London, cooperate with the outside world, communicate, and fight, in this process, everyone's will will become stronger, and our country will become stable and strong."

"...You asked me to think again." His father said in a daze, "Think again."

Georgia guessed what he was going to do? He would encounter a lot of resistance, but it was not absolutely impossible, but naivety might be something in the bones of every ancient Roman—he naively thought that God would never ? This is no longer? Happy, I believe in fairy tales of the ancient Luo Lun kingdom.

I also naively forget that the pain equivalent to 1000 years of gold cannot be covered by the crying of children.

When Georgia was nervously and carefully implementing his own filing, he heard a lot of strange voices from the court. Some ministers began to chat with his father frequently night after night. At that time, he mistakenly thought that he was implementing The act of filing attracted the attention of these old-fashioned ministers, and they objected to their father. Georgia didn't care, because the filing was being carried out smoothly.

Until one day, when his father found him, he squeezed his hand anxiously and excitedly: "We? We found God!"

"He is willing to trade with us again!"

For a moment, Georgia's mind went blank, and she could only subconsciously ask, "God?"

"Yes!" His father was so excited that he almost jumped up. "Our high priest heard from the Holy See that there is a customer who sells islands floating on the sea. He is very similar to the god we described. The high priest spent a lot of effort, and the other party is finally willing to "meet with us!"

"He will come to Ancient Loren Kingdom today, I asked the people from the Development Office to welcome him at the gate of the country!"

"First? Let's not say whether he is a god or not." Georgia pushed down the hands of his excited father shaking his shoulders, leaned on the table and tried to stay calm. He raised his head and asked coldly, "Even if he is, the gods are here to charge us at this moment." ? Painful price, you? What are you going to do? What are you? What can you do?"

Under Georgia's gaze, his father became a little uneasy and timid: "...the guest said that he can do business with us again."

"The content of the transaction..." Georgia almost used all her strength to control herself from yelling so? Instead, she calmly asked, "What is it?"

"He can provide us with gold for a period of time, through a special stone [the Philosopher's Stone]." His father explained nervously, "We have already tested this kind of stone, and it only needs to be buried in the ground. Gold mines will indeed have a large increase, and no clear side effects have been found, so you don't have to worry about it!"

"There is no free gold in this world, father." Georgia closed her eyes. "What does he want?"

After a long silence, his father said, "Painful."

"He said that when the time came, he would charge us? Pain."

"When the time comes, when will it be?" Georgia opened his eyes and asked softly, with disappointment showing uncontrollably in his eyes.

"At least? Not today, not this year!" His father also became angry, pounding on the table, "At least? The touchstone he brought can make our people have a good spring this year! At least? Can Let the children? Can lie at home and listen to fairy tales to sleep peacefully this year! At least? Tonight, after the Philosopher’s Stone is buried in the mining area, I won’t hear the cries of people who are afraid that they won’t survive!”

"Georgia, why do you always think about things so far away?!"

"I can't handle the things in front of me well, so what is so far away? Is it really related to us?!"

"What if it's the next 1000 years when he comes to collect the pain?!"

Georgia was silent, clenched his fists tightly, and the king asked aggressively. He pointed out the window and looked directly at Georgia: "Do you want to look outside? These people who are struggling?"

"There will be no gold this spring. When winter comes, they will starve to death. Do you want them to starve to death this winter?"

"Put my strategy and your strategy together, who do you think the public will support?!"

Georgia took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently: "But..."

"No but!" The king slapped the table sternly, "The most important thing is to keep the people in front of us alive. You'll have to wait until the time comes for those far-sighted things!"

Looking at Georgia's white lips, the king paused and eased his tone: "Your recent strategies, please pause for a while."

"You do these things? You are also very tired. During this time... Take a good rest."

When Georgia walked out of the palace, what expression did he have on his face? There was no expression on his face. It was as if his soul had been pulled out of his body. He was walking in a daze. On the streets, there were closed shops and daily necessities that had increased in price. , and people who snapped their fingers, mourned, and counted how long their gold would last.

His face is known by many people, so whenever he walked past someone, someone would ask him expectantly:

"Your Highness, when will the gold be distributed?"

"When will the mining area resume work?"

"Ancient Loren wouldn't be without gold, would it?"

"God won't abandon us? Will he?"

In front of the eyes that were innocent enough to be almost terrified, Georgia opened his mouth, but did not utter a word. The heart in his chest was beating violently, and his blood was changing due to some turbulent emotion. Burning hot - he learned to control his emotions at an early age, before he learned to draw a bow.

The crown prince cannot be impulsive and emotional. His every move must comply with the regulations, be elegant, decent, and be able to be the guide of the people. He trained himself hard, and after he was five years old, he never cried—because it was so inappropriate.

When Armand would cry because of the fall, Georgia would just pat the bleeding knee and get up, and then carry her tearful brother on the ground, as if nothing happened. Step by step towards the palace?

"Don't run so fast next time, Armand." Little Georgia reprimanded her younger brother calmly, "You don't look like a prince at all."

Armand sobbed and wondered: "Brother, you fell too, don't you feel pain?"

Georgia paused: "It hurts."

Armand asked in a low voice: "Then? Brother, why don't you cry?"

"Because if even the crown prince of this country is crying because of this bit of pain." Georgia raised his head, he looked at the brightly lit Ancient Loren, his voice was very soft, "Then? Who will replace them? Bear the price of the deal with God ?”

"Then?, then? I won't cry anymore." Armand said shyly.

"No need..." Georgia paused, "You're just a child, and you're not the crown prince. It's normal for a child to cry."

"Just don't cry in front of people, Armand."