How to clean up pollution

The light in the room was always on. The gravekeeper seldom slept, so few people would disturb him when he slept.

This time he did it out of necessity. The visitor knocked on the door timidly, and only walked in after hearing the sound of "come in". He kept his head down the whole time, and tried to avoid eye contact with the other person.

"Mr. Gravekeeper, please come over tomorrow to discuss something."

"Have we reached our destination yet?"

"Yes, the situation of the residents of the City of City is currently stable. We are currently negotiating with the leader of the other side."

After a while, he heard a faint reply: "I understand. Go out. I'll be right there."

"I'll be waiting at the door. Just call me if you need anything."

The visitor responded briefly and left as if escaping.

The gravekeeper rubbed his forehead, his temples throbbing. He had a splitting headache, as if he saw someone sitting by the window. The profile was very familiar. One was talking, and the other was pouring tea.

The gravekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then the illusion disappeared. Yes, he was no longer the chairman of the council, but the leader of the Black Mist followers, the Gravekeeper. The unhealed injuries made him feel very tired. The gravekeeper exhaled lightly and stood up from the bed.

The sharpness of a sword unsheathed reappeared in those eyes, and the fatigue just now was swept away. The gravekeeper strode out of the room, and the Black Mist believer guarding the door bowed.

"Please follow me, Mr. Gravekeeper."

The middle-aged man followed the other person and took in all the sights along the way. The decoration of the craftsman's base was very peculiar, with all kinds of sculptures covering the walls, giving people a dazzling sense of complexity.

As they looked at each other, the sculptures on the wall suddenly moved, but when they looked closely, they seemed to have not changed at all. The gravekeeper understood. Yes, these sculptures are all alive.

Pollutants, pollutants, and more pollutants.

Pollution is everywhere you look. The decorative vases are pollutants, the wall decorations are pollutants, the doors are pollutants, and even the lights used for lighting are pollutants. There are so many pollutants that it is hard to take in, and they do not hide their whereabouts at all. Some of them occasionally peek at the gravekeepers, conveying a hint of curiosity or malice.

These are special, they are runaway level contaminants.

The craftsmen's base camp is well-known. Anyone who intends to attack will probably be killed instantly by these pollutants. The middle-aged man naturally withdrew his gaze and came to the hall under the guidance of the believers.

Ai Bo stood up and greeted him: "Teacher, you are awake."

The gravekeeper nodded and looked at the main seat: "Who is this?"

"I'm Lilith. Nice to meet you."

The woman sitting in the main seat spoke, her voice as flawless as her appearance.

This name made the gravekeeper pause slightly. In the era before the black fog, this was a very common name, but after the black fog spread, all families would avoid letting their daughters be named this, just because it was related to a disaster.

After seeing the exposed wires on the other's chest, the gravekeeper was basically able to confirm his guess.

"Are you Lilith from the Mechanical City, or a replica of her?"

"The wise man gave me a new life and ordered me to be responsible for the operation of the city. If you have any needs, you can ask me. I will do my best to meet your needs."

The gravekeeper sat down beside Aibo. The Black Mist believers took the initiative to withdraw, announcing the official start of the negotiation.

Lilith said: "Since you two are here, let me ask you on behalf of the wise, what is the purpose of the Black Mist followers coming here?"

Her eyes fell on Aibo. "Your ability is very interesting. But every plant and tree in this city belongs to the wise. Those little guys can't impress the hearts of the people who live here."

Then, her eyes fell on the gravekeeper again: "As a human being, your strength is admirable. But the end is coming soon. Your resistance is useless."

"Isn't this the same dilemma for you?"

Ai Bo smiled disapprovingly: "When that day comes, the black fog will cover the entire world. The Lord of Monsters will become the only ruler of the black fog. The wise men today can only survive under his afterglow. By that time, I'm afraid they will only become slaves."

"Even so, you don't have the ability to fight against the Monster Lord. You are not worthy of being an ally."

"Especially you - according to intelligence, you have surrendered to the Monster Lord, become his holy son, and have been favored. It is extremely dangerous to cooperate with you. I can't find any reason for you to betray the Monster Lord."

"Why can't I find it? The teacher is the best reason. Wherever the teacher is, I will be there. Following the teacher is the meaning of my life."

"According to my judgment, there is a 90.5% chance that what you said is a lie. I suggest that your companions be more vigilant."

“Oh my, that’s really harsh. Don’t look at me like that, I really don’t want this world to be destroyed—”

"No matter how powerful a monster is, it will become a slave to its instincts once it loses its humanity. I am a soul that longs to see humanity shine in difficult situations, giving everything for its ideals. I am willing to be its stepping stone, just to push this light to the top. As long as the teacher sticks to his ideals, he will shine forever. Who can resist this temptation?"

"So you don't have to think about alienating us. The teacher won't change his beliefs, and I won't change my position. But you, as a man-made man, can you tell whether your will is instilled by the wise or generated by yourself?"

Aibo spoke in a lazy tone, Lilith's expression remained unchanged, and the gravekeeper took a sip of tea. The three of them looked at each other until the gravekeeper spoke again.

"We come here with good intentions. If the wise are willing to cooperate with us, we can share resources and secrets."

"What secret?"

"The Monster Master is no longer in the Black Mist."

Lilith stared at the wise man. She communicated with him in silence for a while. Just as the gravekeeper had expected, this news was extremely important to them.

If they can confirm that the Monster Lord is not in the black mist, they will have the opportunity to do more.

After thinking for a moment, Lilith said, "We can cooperate to a limited extent, but you have to explain everything clearly. The level of cooperation will be determined by the value of the information you provide."

The gravekeeper acknowledged this and said slowly, "To be precise, the Monster Lord is still in the black mist, but He will leave soon."

“Where is He going?”

This time it was Ai Bo who answered: "Go out of bounds."

"A long time ago, the god of death left behind a dagger. It can kill evil gods. But when the gods fell, it was hidden in an unknown place. The Lord of Monsters is looking for that dagger. The current God of All Things and All Powers, the recently promoted God, is actually an evil god. As long as he is killed, the human defense line can be completely broken. Digging up the dagger in the realm will be disturbed by fate. That is a curse from the goddess of fate. Therefore, if you want to find out the whereabouts of the artifact, you must go outside the realm."

To the Lord of Monsters, the Twelve Gods were like cockroaches that would occasionally rob corpses. They could not change the outcome, so they made a series of desperate struggles, including the curse of the goddess of fate.

He cursed the Lord of Monsters not to spy on the whereabouts of Destiny, so the latter must go to a place where the power of the Goddess of Destiny is not covered.

Break through the barriers of the world and go to the outside world.

During this time, his control over the events in the Black Mist will decline sharply. This is also an opportunity for him to be selected as the gravekeeper.

"The Lord of Monsters wants to exterminate humans. When he returns, he will not hesitate to kill humans. We hope to induce mutations in humans as much as possible and let them join us. Now all those living in the City of Insects are followers, Black Mist believers and their families, and villains who cannot survive in the human realm. But this is far from enough."

"I have heard of the Wise's ability. It is said that he controls the core of the promotion of uncontrolled pollutants, and therefore has a large number of uncontrolled pollutants following him. In this field, only he can compete with the Monster Lord, or even surpass the latter. To achieve this goal, we need the help of the Wise."

"I see. In exchange for your help, we need you to do something as well."

The two sides whispered to each other for a while, and finally reached an agreement. The gravekeeper and Aibo said goodbye and left. Lilith looked at their backs and suddenly asked, "Why don't you transform into a mutant? Living in the black fog as a human, you will die if you continue like this."

The gravekeeper said calmly: "I will not die before humans are rescued. This is enough."

“I don’t understand.”

"If you can understand that, then you are human."

After saying this, the gravekeeper left without looking back. Lilith stood there, with a confused look on her face for the first time.

“People, people…”

Something flashed by and then was forgotten.

She didn't think for too long, as the Wise Man spoke in her mind at the right time, interrupting Lilith's thoughts.

"Strengthen the guards and strengthen security monitoring. I have transferred the plan to your chip, just follow the plan."

"clear."

The android answered without hesitation.

…

Nidhogg, the Little Flower Girl and the Queen of Insects were all found, so the harvest was not small.

The next step was to get back home. Oleus tried calling the portal, but there was no response.

Blood can help the portal recover quickly, but it is another matter if the other party cannot accept treatment at all. Oleus simply checked his three capable generals.

Little Flower Girl, S level, passed.

Queen of Insects, Grade A, PASS.

Nidhogg, Grade A, PASS.

Two of the three most capable generals were unable to pass the barrier, and their hopes of leaving on their own were dashed.

There is no other choice but to upgrade and build camps on the spot.

The first rule of building a camp: choose the right one.

After the red-haired young man surveyed the terrain, Mason turned around and found the architect of Guixiang City and reported his needs. He turned his troubles into the troubles of his subordinates.

The architect was completely confused and called a few friends over overnight to finish the work in order to fulfill the Earl's request.

They drew designs and wondered what on earth this place was.

The first requirement: It can be built with claws.

This…

In order to complete this requirement, the architects stayed up for two nights. After finally completing it, they looked at the second item.

The second requirement: easy to defend and difficult to attack, easy to fight and rebuild, fireproof, theft-proof and underground attack-proof.

Architects: “…”

Remember, the other party is the city lord and the earl.

Even if you are crazy, you can't throw paper and pen in the other person's face!

The architects contacted their good friend who was a mechanic overnight, recruited him into the drawing team, and started a new round of hard work.

While the architects were getting angry and trying to become stronger, Mason assigned a new task and set up [post stations] along the trade route.

In this way, the caravan can rest in the post. At the same time, each post will announce a clearing mission on the bounty order and recruit wandering bloodlines to maintain the safety of the trade route.

The young man held three consecutive meetings and negotiated with the Mechanical City branch staff in Guixiang City. With their help, the construction speed of the [Post Station] will be greatly improved.

At the same time, he summoned the dragonborn and told them the good news of Nidhogg's return.

The dragonborns couldn't believe their ears. The quiet reception room suddenly exploded. One by one, the dragonborns asked about Nidhogg's situation, which made Mason laugh and cry.

"Everyone, rest assured. Nidhogg is safe. It has inherited the legacy of Dragon Valley and will only become stronger."

The flax-haired boy spoke, gently but firmly suppressing the noise of the dragonborn. The latter finally picked up their heads and asked.

"How do you know all this?"

"The World Tree watches over us, and the stars are our most solid connection."

Human: Because we are from the land of stars, and we are protected by the World Tree. If you want to join us, you can do it, but the question is, can you do it?

The dragonborns naturally couldn't do that, so they could only shut their mouths and listen to Mason continue.

When talking about Nidhogg being able to remain calm after fusing with the dragon bone crystal, his eyes began to glow with gold when he heard about the bronze dragon in the Dragon Valley, and when he heard about the countless stone statues of dragons in the Dragon Valley, some dragon descendants had already started pressing the contactor.

Mason had to stop them for the second time: "Don't be impulsive. You will definitely change once you enter the depths of the black fog. Besides, you are not allowed to leave the barrier unless you are S-level. If you do, you will be trapped inside."

"We will not act rashly. Thank you for your advice. If you need anything, you can come to us at any time. There is only one thing we need. We must ensure that His Highness Nidhogg returns safely."

Uncle Edward was the first to regain his senses, and he suppressed his excitement and sincerely thanked Mason. After receiving the latter's assurance, he took a deep breath and hurried to report to the herd, with an indescribable joy in his back.

The other dragonborns were arguing, and the boy struggled to come to the conclusion: What price do you want to pay to bring Nidhogg back? Asking for less would be underestimating the value of the young dragon!

...Okay, you are worthy of being a dragon.

Mason rubbed his forehead. This was the first time in his life that a sponsor insisted on giving him money. He had no choice but to accept it. Well, well, he mentioned the matter of the Eastern Academy.

The Dragonborns readily agreed and went there eagerly. They were not afraid that Mason would not ask for anything, but that he would not ask for anything. As long as they owed them something, why would they worry that he would not satisfy their wishes?

Mason struck while the iron was hot and wrote a letter to the first family, the Owen family.

After receiving the letter, Patriarch Owen asked for opinions at a family meeting, and an elder raised the issue of labor.

If everyone goes to study, who will be willing to work? Who will open up the fields, who will dig the mines? Who will do the work? This will be a fatal blow to the territory.

Learning is a good thing, but what leaders need is a small number of smart people and a large number of fools, the former for development and the latter for management.

Ofili, the woman who had shined in the trials of the Kingdom of God, has now risen to the middle level of the family and has a seat at the family meeting.

"I think we can agree. First of all, Earl Mason is the youngest and fastest-rising earl in history, and he is worth making friends with. Secondly, with the Dragonborn paying, we can definitely do him a favor. Last but not least, Earl Mason promised that as long as we open a school, the Mechanical City will send a group of people to teach."

She looked around and said seriously, "Also, they have mastered the method of mechanical purification of pollution."

This was a piece of gossip that Mason deliberately leaked, which was successfully received and then spread to the meeting.

A method of mechanically purifying pollution!

The eyes of the bloodline members suddenly became hot. Until now, the church has monopolized the method of purifying pollution and relied on it to be on an equal footing with the noble association. If only machinery was needed to purify pollution, the nobles could get rid of the constraints of the church.

With this trick, the proposal to build a school in the east was passed unanimously. The nobles kept an eye on the progress of the school's construction every day, and asked the Mechanical City about it openly and secretly.

Ham held the letters that came to him like snowflakes and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Mason really guessed it right.

When he left Guixiang City, Mason specifically reminded him: "The identities of the androids are special. Although we know that this batch will not get out of control again, it will definitely cause an uproar after their identities are exposed. You should disguise them as members of the Mechanical City first. Don't rush to send them to various places, because those nobles will beg the Mechanical City to send the androids over."

The letters asking for help are piling up like a mountain. Everyone is eagerly waiting for the Machinery City to release technology that can purify pollution.

The person in charge of communications rushed to report: "Mr. Ham, another batch of letters has arrived. What should we do with them?"

Ham waved his hand impatiently. "Reply according to the previous template. Once they have built the school, we will send someone over."

"OK."

The person in charge left in a hurry, with thick dark circles under his eyes. The machinery factory already had many contacts, and he didn't expect there would be more!

But this also proves Mason's foresight. Long before the Mechanical City came to the East, his apprentice had already thought about what to do next. Ham felt a sense of regret, and then he became worried.

His eyes darkened. Although the effect was remarkable, it was not all good.

The method of purifying pollution is the lifeblood of the church. Although Ham is a genius who can research the method of creating artificial humans to clean up pollution, it has been a thousand years since he was alive. Is it true that there is no new genius born in this world?

Not entirely.

But these geniuses either died young, disappeared, never had the chance to express their conclusions, or joined the church.

Ham knows very well that in this world, the struggle will never stop unless all human beings die!

The so-called human beings are noble enough to give everything for hope in the face of disaster, but they are also vicious enough to bite their companions even when monsters come knocking on their door!

Now that the news has been released.

The church will never let this go!