Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Chapter 319 Trapped

"Mr. Archbishop, I have a question that I don't understand."

"Oh? Mr. Flossman, please go ahead. I will do my best to answer your questions."

After a moment's thought, Flesman raised his eyes and met Michelle's gaze.

“Mr. Archbishop is so powerful that it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the strongest among humans.

Just declare your strength to everyone, and all the resources in the world will be yours. Forget about going to war, and you don't even need to negotiate.

Hiding your strength will only cause trouble in the end, right? "

A great magician who may have been promoted to LV7, in order to hold back a mere A-level adventurer's guild, used all sorts of schemes and conspiracies.

The key point is that Michelle still needs to show up in person to ensure the smooth implementation of the negotiation plan.

No matter how much Flesman thought about it, it didn't make sense.

Michelle sighed.

He naturally understood what Flesman said.

The strength level of LV7 can indeed make all kingdoms surrender.

But such supremacy can only last for a thousand years at most.

When the demon coalition invades again, he, who is known as the "strongest" by the world, will inevitably become the first hunting target of the demons.

Even someone as powerful as Tartarus would not expose himself to everyone's sight.

As a mere LV7, he naturally didn't dare to expose his true strength at will.

Faced with Flosman's questions, Michelle made up an excuse.

“The black crystal vein is indeed very tempting, but it is not worthy of me exposing my strength.

No matter how tough the northern kingdoms are now, they dare not really go to war with the Holy Kingdom.

I just need to slowly apply pressure and sooner or later they will relent.

Oh, yes, they actually relented.

It’s just that the price has not been negotiated yet, but I believe there will be a result soon.”

Hearing this news, Fulesman felt sad and uncomfortable.

“Your Holy Kingdom of Veratis is already the most powerful country on this continent.

There are endless gold coins, the largest number of troops, and an extremely powerful magician like you.

Why must we snatch a tiny mineral vein from small countries like us!"

Flesman was overcome with emotion.

Michelle smiled and said, "Mr. Flesman also said that Veratis is the most powerful country."

He paused, his eyes twitched, his expression became cold, and his tone became cruel.

“It is so difficult for the most powerful country to buy the mineral vein from the weak northern countries.

Even with a massive army approaching, they could not give in during the negotiations.

You can imagine how valuable that mineral vein is."

Flossman was speechless.

Michelle's dry face returned to a smile, but this time it was a sarcastic smile.

"The leaders of the northern countries are trying to rely on that mineral vein to achieve a sudden increase in national strength.

But the stronger the strength, the greater the ambition. How can this be possible?

So I told the King about this matter, and he was very decisive and immediately decided to send troops north."

Flossman clenched his fists and his lips trembled slightly.

"No wonder, that's how it is..."

After listening to Michelle's explanation, he couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Black crystal magic ore is an extremely scarce material in itself.

The Nameless Guild was established more than 20 years ago, and it has only saved up the black crystal on the Folesman wand.

No matter how much money you have in the market, you may not be able to buy it.

And its efficacy cannot be compared with red crystal.

Whether it is for making props or weapons, it is the most ideal material.

The emergence of black crystal veins may be the only chance for the northern countries to turn things around.

And this only chance seems to have disappeared.

Fulesman felt upset. If their guild had never entered the dungeon from the beginning to the end, perhaps the northern countries would have been able to keep the mineral vein.

At least, some of it can be left behind.

"My request is very simple. You just need to stay quietly in this dungeon for another half a month. No one will die in this half a month."

Michelle spoke slowly and leisurely, as if she was chatting with everyone.

But even so, the tense atmosphere around them did not ease at all.

“Everyone relax a little, it’s not that serious.

His Majesty the King meant to spend gold coins to purchase the mine, not to plunder it violently. It's just a normal transaction, so there's nothing to be nervous about.

As long as you do what I say, there will be no war."

Michelle's words were spoken lightly.

But Flosman was furious when he heard this.

"Your Holy Kingdom army has surrounded all of our northern countries. Do you think this is a normal transaction? Isn't this just forced buying and selling, violent plunder?"

Michelle smiled, showing the carefreeness of a superior.

"Mr. Flesman, I heard that the Nameless Guild is only interested in the Great Labyrinth Kataklin. Countries and the like should not be important.

I remember that when Sword Saint Raymond stood up to support the Kingdom of Filris, you guys were just cowards.

You are so tough now, do you think our Holy Kingdom is easier to bully than Raymond?"

Flesman let out a breath and looked at Michelle with contempt.

“Mr. Raymond advocates a ceasefire and peace between the two countries, which deserves our respect.

You, on the other hand, are just the opposite.

Mr. Archbishop, just for your despicable trick of letting the liar Macnick to trick us into the dungeon, you are not worth a hair of Mr. Raymond. "

After being glared at by Foresman, Marknick quickly moved closer to Michelle, holding the magic sword tightly in his hand.

He kept an eye on everyone on the opposite side, worried that someone would suddenly attack and end up like Rob.

Only by hiding beside the Archbishop can safety be guaranteed.

Michelle's squinting eyes suddenly opened, and a murderous aura instantly emanated from him.

"Mr. Flesman, I still say the same thing. As long as you stay quiet in the dungeon, I will not kill anyone again."

This was his final notice to everyone on the 89th floor.

Seeing that the archbishop had no intention of giving in, Flesman was at a loss as to what to do.

Just when everyone was silent, Cassius stood up.

His blond hair fluttered and his eyes were resolute.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, is my elder brother involved in this matter?"

Michelle looked closely at the prince, whom she had paid little attention to before, and was shocked.

"His Majesty the King is seriously ill, and most of the government affairs are handled by His Highness Cross. Naturally, the deployment of troops must also be approved by him."

Cassius' chest heaved and his eyes were filled with anger.

“I think it’s reasonable for my older brother to be strict with me and my sister, as he wants us to grow up quickly.

I didn’t think it was a big deal to kick my sister and me out of the house. My eldest brother definitely wanted us to be exposed to the hardships of the outside world.

But this time, I am sure he is wrong. He must be wrong.

My Lord Archbishop, I can't let my brother make the same mistakes again and again, I have to leave here and stop this!"

Michel's eyes were dazed. It turned out that what shocked him just now was that the little guy had grown up, but his heart of justice had never changed.