Chapter 1195 The Worried Governor

"White tungsten mine?" Brutus, who was a consultant, looked at Governor Carlos in shock.

Realize that you have inadvertently said something you shouldn't have said. Carlos couldn't help showing an embarrassing look on his face. After realizing that he couldn't hide it, he nodded and admitted: "Yes, I just learned the news recently, but it hasn't been fully confirmed."

From the expression on Carlos' face, Brutus realized that he should not have too much contact with the purple tungsten mine, at least not now, so he took the initiative to change the subject and said: "If it is really purple tungsten mine, then will that lady Could it be for this too?"

Carlos thought for a while, shook his head, and denied his previous guess, saying: "It's wrong, the time is wrong, and even if she knows about the purple tungsten mine, she shouldn't be thinking about it now. She has other, more important things to worry about."

"The timing is wrong? Are you concerned about more important things?" Brutus looked blank, completely unable to understand what his boss said.

Carlos did not explain, and directly took out several newspapers from the documents on his desk. These newspapers are the newspapers with the largest circulation in the Kingdom of America. Although the Tinder Tribe has moved to the depths of the southern wilderness, they But they don't want to be completely out of touch with the outside world, so they will always collect all information from the outside world, and buying newspapers is the best way to collect information.

Not only the newspapers in the Kingdom of America, but also the newspapers in other parts of the Mozambique continent, they also ordered a copy, which will be brought to Tinder City by the caravan every ten days, and then a new batch will be printed in Tinder City and distributed to The lords and governors of the subordinate settlements.

For this reason, these newspapers are often delivered to people like Carlos a few days or even more than ten days later than the date of issue, and the news on them has often become old news.

However, even if it is old news, it is also very new news for these people in the depths of the wasteland, and it also has great reference value. For example, both myself and Brutus suspected that Sylvia was aiming at When the purple tungsten mine came, but after he calmed down, he was able to deny his and Brutus' guesses from the contents of the newspaper he read the latest.

After quickly reading the contents of the newspaper, Brutus also felt that he must have guessed wrong, because the biggest trouble that the Dodd Group has encountered now is not ore, but food, no matter how stupid people are, they can read It can be concluded that the food restriction order of the Kingdom of America and California has a great impact on the Bodo area controlled by the Dodd Group, so now Sylvia should be most concerned about the food issue, not the ore issue.

Brutus quickly made a new judgment based on the contents of the newspaper and the information that Sylvia would appear here in person, and said: "It seems that the lady really passed by here by accident, she I’m afraid the purpose of coming here is for food, but I just learned something, and I took this opportunity to make friends with us and the Yinyue tribe, so that I can buy enough food from here.”

"Well, I thought so too." Although Carlos didn't think so much, he still pretended to understand, and then the expression on his face became extremely serious again, and said: "So, she The things mentioned should be almost true, and we need to prepare."

"Should we send someone to the nearest Silvermoon Tribe to explain the situation?" Brutus immediately suggested.

"This is definitely the way to go. If you can explain the situation, find out the instigator, and avoid conflict with the Silver Moon Tribe, that would be the best." Carlos nodded and said, "But the question is whether the Silver Moon Tribe is willing or not." To calm down this matter, there is also whether the Yinyue tribe knows about the purple tungsten mine. If they know that there is a large amount of purple tungsten mine here, are they still willing to reconcile, or simply use this incident to make peace with the tungsten mine? We..." As he spoke, his expression became more and more serious and tense, and he stood up from the chair, walked back and forth in the office, and said: "We can't expect to reconcile with them, we have to do well Prepare. On the one hand, send people to the Yinyue Tribe to explain the situation. On the one hand, this place must be prepared to be attacked. In addition, it is necessary to send people to Tinder City to explain the situation and ask for help. The purple tungsten mine here is very important. , it is not up to us to decide.”

After hearing Carlos' decision, Brutus had no objection, and offered to go to Tinder City for help.

Although Carlos knew very well that his subordinate wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to ask for help, let himself stay in a safe place and get involved in the possible fights here, but he had no way to refute Brutus' proposal, because he now For a while, I couldn't find any more suitable candidate than Brutus.

Just as the governor of Sobanth was discussing with his advisors how to deal with the possible crisis, Sylvia and Leo had already negotiated the price with the owner of the ship going to Badisa, boarded the ship, and waited for the night to set off. the boat.

The ship the two of them took was a very traditional double row oar long shuttle boat, which was the favorite type of ship used by pirates in the early Villen continent, because this kind of ship can not only sail on the sea, but also can go deep into the sea. Inland river, and the speed is very fast, the only flaw is that it is not suitable for transporting goods. There is no special warehouse, and all goods can only be piled up on the deck.

After the later ocean-going sailing ships appeared, this particular ship was quickly phased out.

However, as the colonists entered the Mosang Continent and brought all kinds of knowledge into the depths of the Mosang Continent's wasteland, this kind of ship that was eliminated in other places was reborn on the dense river in the depths of the wasteland. Now this kind of ship Basically the most important ship on the barren river.

Although in name, the ship that Leo and Sylvia boarded is a passenger ship, but it is not much different from other cargo ships. A place was purposely surrounded at the bow, a few tables and chairs were placed, and a simple passenger rest area was built, even if it was converted into a passenger ship.

"Why do you have to sail at night? Isn't it safer to sail during the day?" Sylvia sat on a chair in this rest area and asked the sailor who was tying up the cargo not far away. The language used was A common tribal language written in sacred mountains.

The sailor was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was asking himself, so he immediately spoke quickly in another tribal language, and made quick gestures with his hands. Although he couldn't understand his words, it was not difficult from his gestures. Guess what he meant was that he couldn't understand Sylvia's words.

"They are all from the tribe of another generation. Except for the shaman of their tribe, they have never been to the holy mountain or the outside world, and they cannot understand other languages ​​other than their own." At this time, the captain took A wooden basin with some fruits came over, and while putting the fruits on the table in front of Sylvia, he explained in the holy mountain language: "Ma'am, let me answer your questions! In other places, maybe It’s easy to sail during the day, but it’s different in the wilderness, especially on the Dajiao River.”

"Because it's dangerous to sail during the day?" Sylvia asked.

"Yes, the danger of sailing during the day is much greater than at night." The captain nodded, then pointed to the distant surface of the Tutu River and said, "Don't look at the calm water now, but in fact there are already lurking underwater." There are many dangers. There are a large number of mutated monsters hidden in the water, as long as there are ships sailing on the river, they will attack, and they will never die."

"In that case, why is it safe at night?" Sylvia asked again.

The captain explained: "Because at night, the sons of Tatum who are sleeping in the water will wake up, they will patrol their territory and clean up the mutant monsters in the territory, we just need to be careful not to rush into the middle of the river, Tatum sons of men will not attack the ships on the river."

"Tatum? Is the waterway master?" Leo murmured to himself after hearing what the captain said.

Because he was going to the depths of the wasteland, Leo also had a little understanding of the wild gods who were revered by various tribes in the wasteland, and Tatum was also among the wild gods he knew.

According to the legend of the wilderness tribe, Tatum was originally the chief of a small tribe called the Land of Thousand Lakes deep in the wilderness.

The Land of Thousand Lakes is somewhat similar to the Black Forest Swamp where the Hanossa Alliance in the Velen Continent is located. It is mainly composed of forests, swamps, and lakes.

At that time, Tatum was a man with extraordinary talents. He annexed the surrounding tribes by various means, gradually expanded the power he controlled, and finally unified the entire land of thousands of lakes, and established the first and only one in the wasteland. A quasi-dynastic regime.

After that, he even planned to extend his territory beyond the Land of Thousand Lakes, but he didn't expect that during a banquet, he drank too much wine, fell into the water and drowned, and even the body was never found.

Also because of his sudden death and the absence of a bloodline heir, the dynasty-like regime he established fell apart in just a few years, and the Land of Thousand Lakes fell into a melee for hundreds of years. Everyone wanted to become The next Tatum, no one wants to be controlled by another Tatum.

Also because of the century-long war, people in the Land of Thousand Lakes began to miss the prosperous period when Tatum unified the Land of Thousand Lakes, and a rumor began to appear among the people, saying that Tatum did not fall into the water by mistake He died, but was recognized by the nature of the wilderness, summoned by the wilderness, and became a wild god, so his body could not be found.

After this statement came out, it was recognized by the local shaman, and related altars and sacrificial ceremonies also appeared. After that, Tatum's reputation gradually spread from the Land of Thousand Lakes and became a legend in the wilderness. One of the wild gods.

Regarding the legend of Tatum, Leo rarely read it twice. The reason for this is that Tatum can be said to be the first example of an ordinary human being becoming a god of desolation in the wasteland, although there were several times when humans became gods of desolation example, but the origin lies in Tatum.

"What are these sons of Tatum?" Leo asked curiously.

"It's the son of Tatum." The captain didn't answer directly, but just gave a completely useless answer, then turned and left.

"Is there a problem?" Sylvia asked.

"It's nothing but curiosity." Leo shook his head and said, "If you can drive away mutant monsters, it's impossible for them to be ordinary beasts, at least they are extraordinary creatures, and so many extraordinary creatures gather, this kind of scene cannot be seen outside the wasteland. Arrived."

Sylvia shook her head and said: "It's not common even in the wasteland, at least it was not common in the past. I stayed in the wasteland for a long time, and the number of times I saw extraordinary creatures can be counted on one hand. come here."

As time passed, Leo and Sylvia stayed on the boat very leisurely. When they were bored, they even asked the sailor for two fishing rods, and sat on the boat to catch fish.

As the sky darkened, the number of people on the pier gradually decreased, and the ships loaded with cargo had also sorted out their cargo. The sailors sat on the oars respectively, eating the food in their hands, and waiting for the captain's order.

And all the captains did not look at the situation on the water surface, but turned around and looked at the lighthouse not far away. Although the brazier of the lighthouse had been lit, the signal to sail had not yet been issued, and the shaman in the city was passing by. The secret method sensed the situation of the river, and only when they sensed the appearance of the son of Tatum in their mouths, would the signal to start the boat be sent out, otherwise, no boat would set sail even at night.

As time passed, the sky was completely dark, and the river surface was even darker. Even the moonlight could not illuminate the river.

At this time, some lights suddenly flickered on the river. These lights were not the waves produced by the moonlight shining on the water surface, but the lights from the bottom of the water. The moment these lights appeared, all the ships made a slight noise. Cheers, at the same time, the fire on the lighthouse also flickered under the control of the fire watchers, sending a signal to all the ships waiting to sail at the dock.

As shouts with their own tribal characteristics sounded one after another on the pier, shuttle-shaped ships drilled out of their respective docks like sharp arrows off the string, and those experienced helmsmen relaxed They found the gaps between the ships and got in and out, nimbly as if they were swimming fish, but those inexperienced helmsmen inevitably rubbed against other ships, and the scolding immediately spread across two or more ships. There were rumors between the boats, and even some people started to raise their oars and prepare to do it.

Those boats that didn't have time to get out of the boat could not help being blocked in the pier by these disputed ships, and they couldn't help but join in the scolding battle when they were anxious to leave, and the water surface of the pier fell into chaos for a while. among.

For this kind of situation, the management of the wharf seems to have been used to it for a long time. They each drove their small canoes to mediate the disputes among the ships that had disputes, and charged a mediation fee by the way, which was considered as their extra income.