After all, the miners spent a lot of money buying gas masks, and they have to work more to earn it back!

The masks can be sold casually, and the residual value will keep rolling in.

Everyone who learned the truth was as silent as stone.

Only Luden silently picked up the wine glass and took a sip, feeling that everyone was making a fuss.

He did nothing wrong in everything he did, and he did it all with the intention of sending blessings.

How did things end up like this!

Albert stood up and said sincerely,

"Sorry, Mr. Luden, I apologize for my previous misunderstanding."

Luden accepted the other party's apology calmly and waved his hand.

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to people's misunderstanding and slander about me."

Hannibal stood aside and asked coldly,

"Mr. Ludden, is the situation I mentioned possible?"

"It's possible."

Ludeng said seriously,

"To be precise, it is very possible that the climate in the foggy city is one of the reasons. There are too many people in the foggy city.

If coal is burned in factories and used in daily life, if it continues to develop as it is now, sooner or later it will lead to the tragedy you mentioned, or even worse."

Hearing this, Albert couldn't help but ask,

"So what can we do?"

"Do something?"

Luden asked rhetorically,

"What are you going to do, prohibit people from burning coal? My dear Albert, I can give you a set of data. Coal consumption in factories far exceeds that of residents. The latter can't even carry the former's shoes.

Want to control the smog in the smoggy city? Just shut down the factory."

The Secretary-General aptly added,

"This is absolutely impossible. The factory will stop production and the kingdom will be in chaos. Don't forget the barbarians in the highlands. They may attack at any time!"

Before Albert could continue speaking, Luden said first,

"There is no solution to all problems, Albert, I am a mortal, and you are also a mortal. You can solve many problems, but you cannot solve all problems.

The fog in the foggy city is not accumulated in a day, nor will it disappear overnight.

I know what you want to do for the world, but again, priorities, the problem of hunger is more important and urgent than smog, isn't it?"

Listening to these words, Albert was silent.

He knew that Mr. Luden was right.

But, emotionally, Albert couldn't accept it.

The more he knows and does, the stronger his sense of powerlessness becomes.

Sometimes, Albert even doubted whether everything he did was meaningful.

The answer needs to be found by Albert himself.

No one can help.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, Albert and Hannibal took their leave and did not continue to disturb Luden.

On the way back, Albert suddenly said,

"I'm going to take half of my time."

Hannibal asked curiously,

"Take half of your time? What are you going to do?"

Albert confessed his thoughts,

"I wonder if there is a clean, harmless energy source that can provide heat, grow food, generate electricity for factories, and drive machines."

I have to say, this is a crazy idea.

Looking for an energy source that does not exist in reality?

It is absolutely impossible to achieve it at the current level of science.

Anyone who does this kind of thing is either a madman or a genius.

Even Hannibal has to admit that Albert is special.

It's more likely that he is a genius on the road to driving himself crazy.

He may be composing his own rhapsody.

"I'm afraid I can't be of much help in this matter."

Hannibal is a doctor, not a scientist.

"However, this little thing may be able to give you some inspiration."

As he spoke, Hannibal took out a small, delicate metal box.

After the box is opened, a small fragment lies quietly in the box, emitting a faint light. If you touch it with your fingers, you can feel the slightest warmth.

Albert looked at this delicate little thing and asked curiously,

"What's this?"

Hannibal introduced,

"In the Kingdom of God four hundred years ago, the people of the Kingdom called it Warm Stone, and it was the favorite of the Senate."
Chapter completed!