Chapter 2742 The Art of the Emperor

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, slightly embarrassed.

I coughed lightly and quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Father, how much have you studied ancient texts?"

The other three people borrowed the donkey from the slope and turned their attention to Master Dewey. The latter paused his writing and said slightly: "More than twenty."

Seeing that Master Dewey had answered, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Hall smiled and said: "Speaking of which, thanks to Xiao Yi, the development of submarines has progressed further. Now, it can safely dive to a depth of about 20,000 meters."

I looked at him in surprise and said in amazement: "Twenty thousand meters? How do you know? Could it be that someone has really dived there?"

Master Hall smiled and said: "Yes, not long ago, the first batch of test divers completed the test diving mission."

For a moment, I was silent. After a while, I murmured: "That is a deep sea of ​​20,000 meters. What if the hull cannot withstand the pressure or if it is attacked by a sea monster?"

"There are always people involved in driving, otherwise how can we get real data?" Master Dewey said casually: "If you want scientific research results to be true and effective, you must take risks, even if it means sacrifice."

I looked at Master Dewey blankly, remembering the time when he went on a dangerous trip alone to test a submarine.

After a while, I murmured: "Scientists are more willing to risk their lives than adventurers."

After hearing this, Master Dewey suddenly raised his head and said proudly: "Science is also an adventure, isn't it?"

After a few days of vacation life, it was quite pleasant. At the same time, I also learned about Fort Vicky's views on the source of the disaster.

Master Dewey has no opinion on the source of disaster, but judging from his behavior, he is still more inclined to eliminate all the monsters in the source of disaster to avoid future troubles. Otherwise, why would he be bored in the laboratory day and night? , studying various weapons inherited from the Tian Clan people.

Master Hall's view on the source of disaster is moderate. He believes that it is more appropriate to re-seal the source of disaster with fine gold and mithril - after all, he can directly get rid of the threat of disaster. At the same time, he does not know what is underneath the source of disaster. There are still many terrible disasters that have not yet appeared.

Compared to Master Hall's caution, the Dwarf King is much more carefree. He has always been a belligerent and always believes that disasters are unfair and melees will never end. But in fact, even if disasters are eliminated, there will still be melees. No less than before.

As for the Goblin King, who had always been at odds with the Dwarf King, he somehow agreed with the Dwarf King's point of view and believed that the most advantageous way to deal with disasters was war.

Cruel wars kill people, but at the same time they can inspire human fighting spirit. Fighting spirit is like a burning flame, and the sadness of death in battle is like grease. Adding it in an appropriate amount will make the flames burn even more vigorously.

When I heard this statement, my heart collapsed - I had always thought that the Goblin King was that kind of fierce anti-war element, but I was wrong, so wrong.

Far from being an anti-war activist, the Goblin King is even more ruthless than a militant.

When the Goblin King saw my expression clearly, he quickly understood what I was thinking, so he smiled and said, "Do you think I'm cruel?"

I honestly admitted: "A little bit."

"Cruelty is only for some people," the goblin king said, "and you, who are in a higher class, cannot regard this kind of behavior as cruelty, but as the art of the emperor."

Gently patting the back of my hand, the Goblin King recalled: "Once upon a time, I had the same idea as you, we both thought this was such a cruel act. Only a guy as cold-blooded as a devil could do such a thing, and something like this This cold-blooded guy should be hanged!"

"But" he breathed softly and said: "My father told me that this world will not be fair, and there is no fairness. Some people already have everything while they are still waiting for food, and some people are already old. But it is still not enough to feed. Some people do a lot of evil, but are happy and happy. Some people are honest and sincere, but have many disasters. As a superior, some problems cannot be viewed with the eyes of ordinary people. They must be viewed with the perspective of a superior. We must look at it with the proper perspective. Cruelty to ordinary people is not cruelty to us, but an opportunity. An opportunity to use the art of the emperor to the fullest. Such opportunities are rare and rare. But as long as we grasp it, our family’s status can continue and never decline.”

The Goblin King's words shocked me and made me a little sad.

Perhaps as his father said, on certain occasions, ignoring life is not cruelty, but an opportunity, an opportunity to display the skills of an emperor.

The one-week vacation ended quickly, and a group of people packed up and took the magic airship back home.

After arriving home, the girls sorted out the things they bought, while the men gathered around the yard to drink, chat and brag, while I hurriedly left and went to the adventurer base.

Through the call crystal at the adventurer base, I contacted Simmons Locke.

Originally, I could have contacted him using the calling crystal I carried with me, but I thought it would be more solemn and ceremonial to contact him using the calling crystal at the adventurer base.

Simmons Locke quickly answered the call, his voice as loud as ever: "It turns out to be Xiao Yi, why do you have time to contact me, an old man today?"

"I would like to ask you a question, Your Majesty."

"Oh? The tone is so solemn. Tell me, what's your problem?"

"What do you think of the source of the disaster?"

In the crystal, Simmons Locke's voice was slightly hesitant. After a moment, he said: "You want to ask me what I think about sealing disasters and eliminating disasters, right?"

"You are so wise," I complimented.

"Honestly," Simmons Locke said, "I am more inclined to seal the disaster."

"Oh?" I was slightly surprised. Simmons Locke is a militant through and through, and he is the type who dares to disobey and fight directly. Why did he suddenly become a moderate?

When I was confused, I asked again: "Why?"

Simmons Locke said: "Because I don't want to waste the adventurer's life on disaster, it is worthless."

"No value?"

"Yes, it is completely worthless," Simmons Locke emphasized: "They could have spawned more monsters in the dungeons, or even ventured into the little-known secret realms, but they died in the baptism of disaster like a fool. This is not only an insult to their strength, but also a disregard for the value of their lives."

Create more value?

Sure enough, although each monarch's imperial art sounds different, the essence is exactly the same.

"Since you are more inclined to seal disasters, Your Majesty, why don't you make similar suggestions to several other monarchs?" I wondered: "Are you worried about being ignored?"