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It turned out that Medici was quite interested in this matter.

Sauron took the lead:

"Why are all the juniors of your age thinking about leaving the family? Even though the Sauron family has declined, it's not like they can't afford to raise a little girl, right? She is already in her twenties and is still a Sequence 8, and she will definitely not be a half in the future.

For God's sake, this bloodline identity will not participate in the marriage, so why is she running away?"

Traynor nodded politely but perfunctorily: "You are right."

Then he realized that Sauron was asking him, so he immediately took out an account book: "The family's annual debt in 1359 was as high as 110,000 ferkin, including maintaining decent castle repairs and hunting grounds. In order to maintain the family's living standard, it was necessary to pay off the debt at the end of the year.

It’s the annuity deducted from the family division.”

"To put it simply, the families at the bottom are almost out of food."

Sauron was not interested in this: "So what, we are all members of the same family, wouldn't it be beneficial to separate the families?"

Traynor nodded politely but perfunctorily: "You are right."

"But after the coup, the influence of the Sauron family in the country was indeed very low. Because the Roselle people published many literary and artistic works that satirized the royal family. Unfortunately, the regime at that time was indeed quite corrupt."

"Now the Sauron family is only equivalent to an ordinary mid-level noble. Elaine is still a collateral member within the fourth generation, but she does not receive much preferential treatment from the family. Instead, she needs to go out to make money and even support the family at a young age.

"

Sauron's focus is strange:

"Why do you still keep the family's account books from last year?"

Traynor paused for a second.

He said: "Because I want to see which relatives have taken away the tainted factory I deliberately left behind."

He said sadly: "Although they all have serious illegal activities such as tax evasion, illegal sewage discharge, malicious attacks on competitors, illegal unpaid overtime, etc., the overall value exceeds 150,000 Filkin, which is enough to temporarily fill the financial hole."

.”

"There are too many people in the family who are greedy for these real estates. I deliberately didn't transfer the property rights before I left. The old immortals will definitely divide the property. Oh, by then the money to file lawsuits and establish connections will be enough for them to drink a pot."

Sauron first wanted to praise this conspiracy, but then he said: "Immortal?"

Traynor immediately lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I am wishing them a long life."

Medici couldn't hold himself any longer at first, and burst out laughing. He stretched out his hand and slapped Sauron back, who was aggrieved by his unscrupulous descendants, and talked about another thing with great interest:

"Your great-granddaughter said that there is a saint witch behind the little witch?"

It was hard to deal with it. Traynor, who just wanted to go to work safely and fish seriously, sighed secretly and couldn't escape: "Yes."

"Oh, regarding the last Loen smog incident, has the Iron-Blooded Cross obtained any information on the negotiations between various countries and the Witch Sect?"

Traynor rummaged through the drawer, then nonchalantly unfolded a paper airplane in the corner of the drawer and read:

"Intis has negotiated with the witch, and the information has not been updated yet."

"The Feysac Empire wanted to negotiate with the Witch Sect's 'Lieutenant General Disease' through 'Lieutenant General Dusk', but they had a fierce fight with 'Admiral Blood' on the way, but failed."

"Probably because Roen gave the Witch Sect considerable benefits during the cooperation."

Traynor put down the creased report: "It seems that the Witch Cult is not very enthusiastic about disclosing the inside story of the Great Smog."

Medici nodded:

"good."

"Let's go find the old witch behind the little witch and negotiate directly."

Traynor:…….

Traynor struggled: "Do you want to cause a diplomatic dispute? The personnel we have recruited have not reached the target line yet. With all due respect to Your Highness the Red Angel, this matter will be handled by informants from the intelligence department, so I won't bother you."

Medici laughed unabashedly: "From the New Year to now, for more than half a month, I can't even get information smoothly. How can I still have the nerve to call myself an intelligence department? It's better to quit eating dinner as soon as possible. It's better to resign."

"

Traynor also felt that the intelligence department was too lazy, but he still defended himself with two words:

"After all, this is a national matter."

"If you want to impeach Roen, you must have all the evidence..."

Medici roared loudly again: "That's it? You are tied up! Hunters are getting worse and worse. In fact, war does not need any legitimate reasons at all! As long as there is ambition, as long as there is desire!"

"Just think of it as human moral obsessiveness."

Traynor didn’t care about the so-called righteous excuse: “So…”

"Forget about those things. How can you find excellent hunters and soldiers sitting in an office?"

Medici waved his hand coolly, took his coat off the hanger and threw it on his back, then walked away coolly:

"Once the war spreads, hunters will get wind of it and come! You write a request for leave and ask Lei Na to come back to work."

"It's Raymond." Traynor complained sharply, "As expected, you got impatient during the interview in the human resources department and wanted to go overseas for some fun, right?"

"Your little mouth is really full of honey. You can pay for the boat ticket."

Medici's voice was filled with a smile: "I must come back to the Holy Communion of the Iron Cross Society. The new Holy Communion bread has arrived!"

Communion bread? What... Traynor shook his head and resignedly began to pack up important documents.

…

Frank looked at the piece of paper floating in the air in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise:

"Aurora wants to buy my failed technology and wheat seeds?"

An extra line of words appeared on the piece of paper hanging in the air: Yes.

Then, the handwritten Northern Continent Common Language gradually appeared in the next line: If you agree, you can quote the price yourself.

The pie he made was a huge hit, and Frank received a dozen compliments and food feedback (although only a third remained after cutting out all the crazy praise for the true Creator), and the Aurora Society followed suit.

Hou Di made a request to purchase technology and improved seeds, which surprised and shocked Frank. He had to seriously think about whether his recent vigorous research had gone too far and got too close to a famous cult organization.

Already.

"This... I don't know how much this technology is worth. How much are they willing to offer?"

A price list appeared on the note: technology and seeds, totaling 10,000 pounds.

So high! If Aurora values ​​my technology so much, and they are willing to spend so much money, they will definitely get greater rewards... So why do they directly ask for such a high price? Should I say they are crazy or simple-minded?

Frank's tanned face showed a serious expression, and he answered carefully: "Great 'mentor', can I ask what the Aurora Society wants to buy technology and seeds for?"

The existing writing on the paper slowly disappears, while new words are constantly being updated:

Aurora will think that your technology is similar to the doll manufacturing technology of the "Generalist" path, and wants to buy it back for research, and use the technology for farming and increasing food production, freeing up manpower to a certain extent.

This sounds like a good thing, but... Frank hesitates.

"Dear 'mentor', I can't tell whether the Aurora Society can do all of this."

Without strong notarial means, and with the extremely poor reputation of the Aurora Society, Frank simply could not believe these words.

It is said that in Loen last year alone, the Aurora Society was involved in the assassination of Ambassador Intis and the infiltration of foreign spies. There are also quite a few people who believe that the Aurora Society must also be involved in the great smog tragedy at the end of the year.

It's hard not to make Frank feel that helping them is equivalent to increasing the number of cultists and helping them attract followers to the evil god "True Creator".

A small order like food can be mutually beneficial, but the unstable and dangerous technology in your hands cannot be delivered so simply.

There was an updated line of text on the note in mid-air: The Aurora Show means you can go and inspect it at any time.

...No, that's not the problem! If I go there, I will become one of the believers of the "True Creator", right?! For my mother's sake, I will never easily step into the camp of the evil secret organization!

After hesitating for a while, Frank shook his head firmly:

"Dear 'mentor', please help me tell them that my technology still has major flaws and I will not sell it for the time being."

"And rather than researching and improving the failed technical route, my top priority is to quickly complete the roasted chicken-flavored apple."

The next sentence appeared on the note: OK. What about Wheat Seed?

Speaking of this, Frank showed a smile on his face. He looked at the sack of wheat seeds that had been prepared in the corner and the cultivation instructions packed inside, and said:

"I'm going to sell the wheat seeds to my friend. I believe he can use these seeds to save more people."

"His name is Richard Ernst, and he is a famous philanthropist. It's just that he hasn't replied to my letter during this time, and I haven't had time to tell him about the wheat seeds and gifts."

There was no new writing on the note for several seconds. Then, the "mentor" on the other side wrote:

You can contact Him directly by name.

Him? Frank was stunned. He stared at the word and didn't react for a moment.

Yes, He. The handwriting appeared unhurriedly, and there was even an emoticon of drinking tea at the end. He can respond to His name all over the world. Do you want me to tell you His name?

Frank became confused in the wind. He didn't know whether he should be proud that he knew an angel or be shocked that his friend was actually an angel. At this moment, he suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the ceiling directly above him.

It seemed as if something fell to the ground, followed by a series of heart-wrenching sounds of scratching on the wooden board.

——Due to Cattleya's request, his laboratory was set up directly below the captain's cabin.
To be continued...