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In the Old World, it was described as an infinite treasure trove of resources,6 and that the land was barren compared to the ocean. The condition of the New World is no worse than that of the Old World, and the total area of the six known lands is about 5 percent of the area of the ocean, and the vast ocean is undoubtedly a great treasure that cannot be discovered.

The number of sea races such as the Sawa Fishman and the Kotao Fishman is more than half of all known intelligent races in the New World, and it is easy to understand how nurturing the great ocean mother is.

In addition to traditional capture fisheries, near-shore seaweed farms are an important source of food for Wake Reef, and to be precise, seaweed farming has developed alongside the textile industry, although it sounds bizarre and intrinsically plausible.

Luo Zhengdao's subordinates are all humans, the number of aliens is very rare, and there are only a handful of pirates with the ability to breathe underwater, not to mention that they are unlikely to change careers to become farmers to grow seaweed and recruit the fish-man race to work on Wake Reef, which is even more spoiled.

Now that he can't even feed his own people, he still has to feed a foreign race, which must be the braincase of the person in charge who has entered the water, or something else. For example, in the old world, a populous country felt that a large number of people was a burden, and did not allow the people to have more children, saying that the social resources were insufficient and the country could not afford to support them! Decades later, all of a sudden, there was a cry for foreign immigration to meet the demand for labor. The common people who have made great sacrifices for the country really want to spit on those two-skinned brick beasts, Nima, is this your cage for birds? xx gives birth well, and blacks come to support the elderly?

Luo Zhengdao does not have the kind of perverted fetish that sticks out his face and hits people, so the seaweed cultivation at Wake Reef adopts a relatively simple method, fixing the sporangia of the introduced edible seaweed to a thick rope made of white hemp, and tying a boulder to the bottom of the rope as an anchor ingot.

Seaweed is a very good crop, and it doesn't need to be fertilized and watered, but if you wait patiently, the spores of these seaweeds will sprout in warm, sunny water, attach to ropes and thrive, until they become huge algae that are several stories high. When it is determined that the seaweed is mature and ready for harvesting, it can be completed by directly sending a fishing boat to pull up the buoy tied to these ropes with a winch, and there is no longer a need to send someone to go into the water to protect it

"The Earl is thinking about something, and orders that no one should disturb him."

"I'm sorry, there was an incident, and now I must meet the Earl immediately."

"No, you'll have to wait here, and I'll have to get permission from the Earl before I can let you in......"

From outside the door of the study, there was a loud sentry shouting, and the voice of the low-pitched conversation, Luo Zhengdao, who was constantly figuring out the enemy's thoughts, and recorded the exhibition points he thought of in hidden words, was interrupted, and he raised his head in annoyance, rubbed his sour shoulder joints, and said in a somewhat unhappy tone:

"Guard, what's wrong? The messenger came in. ”

After the last heresy crusade, the Second Goblin Empire fell into a strange state of aphasia, no matter how rich the family was, the will of the soldiers was not forged of steel after all. After repeated defeats on the battlefield, and even the incarnation of the Sage descended by Bane, the god of war and conquest, was sniped by Luo Zhengdao, it is not surprising that the morale of the Goblin Navy is low. At present, the top priority is to stabilize the morale of the army, avoid shaking the foundation, and at the same time step up the training of sailors to fill the vacancies, and for a while they will not have time to provoke Luo Zhengdao again.

It was clear that the goblins could not do anything about themselves for the time being, and Bane would not be reckless and throw his face out a second time until he was fully prepared. Luo Zhengdao thought that he could live a peaceful life, but people are not as good as heaven, and his rare peaceful time was broken by an accident.

"Earl, there's an accident."

Luo Zhengdao, the messenger with a flustered face, looked very familiar, and recalled it seriously, and then he remembered that the person was one of Zola Hegel's deputies, because the management method that the boatswain was good at was a leather whip and cold water, and he left the rest of the things alone, and the daily affairs and copywriting work were handled by the deputies.

Looking at the panicked expression of the person in charge, Luo Zhengdao's heart immediately sank, waved his hand to signal him to sit down, and said:

"Don't worry, what's wrong?"

"It's iron ore!"

As soon as he heard this, Luo Zhengdao immediately couldn't sit still, the ironclad ship under construction was like a gold-swallowing beast, devouring a large amount of steel and other metals every day, if something happened to the iron mine, it would affect all downstream industries. Immediately, Luo Zhengdao jumped up from the chair like an electric shock, and shouted loudly:

"Then what are you waiting for, take me to the scene."

The location of this iron ore mine is closer to the barren and hot hinterland of Wake Reef than the settlement, and the iron ore belt hundreds of meters deep into the ground is the settlement when the underground facilities were built by chance in the rock layer of the ore vein, continue to dig all the way down to the discovery, the ore grade of this iron ore is low, the reserves are not very small, but the ore body is mixed in the rock formation, and it is extremely difficult to excavate.

Riding in a richly decorated four-wheeled carriage, under the escort of the attachés, Luo Zhengdao hurried to the location of the underground mining area. Here, the furious Zola Hegel had ordered the evacuation of the miners' slaves and unrelated persons, leaving only a limited number of armed men nearby, ready to deal with any eventuality. Don't forget, the New World is a place of intense magic, and who knows what will pop up from beneath the ground? The boatswain's cautious approach is nothing more than the principle of caution and no mistakes, after all, the dangers of the underground world, Zora, who has the blood of the drow elves, knows more and more in detail than ordinary people.

“…… There is supposed to be a natural crack in the rock below, and after the gray dwarf slaves dug up the iron ore above, the crack could not withstand the pressure and began to spray. ”

Really approaching the scene of the incident, Luo Zhengdao's complexion suddenly changed, touched his nose unconsciously, and muttered:

"It smells so bad, it's ......"

With a strange gurgling sound, the unpleasant disgusting smell quietly diffused in the air, and if you look closely, it seems to have a rotten egg feeling.

Due to the location of the underground mine, it is difficult to take care of the preset vents and air supply machinery on the ground, and it is all up to the manpower to blow the air twice, and the boatswain drives people away, and the air circulation is more and more difficult, and the foul smell is particularly unbearable.

Luo Zhengdao, who was walking forward, noticed that the companion thing that appeared at the same time as the foul smell was some black and sticky liquid, which filled an iron ore mining tunnel directly below, and was slowly rising along the mine shaft. Fortunately, the viscous liquid did not gush out too quickly, and according to the description of the overseer on duty, except for the first strong squirt, the three gray dwarf slaves were instantly devoured by the black liquid, and there were no major casualties.

I can't say it, these slowly surging black liquids gave Luo Zhengdao a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen it somewhere. After hesitating for a while, he suddenly patted his head and blurted out:

“…… Look familiar...... Oops! ”

After a few mutters for unknown reasons, Luo Zhengdao showed a frightened expression on his face, panted and greeted everyone present and said:

"Extinguish all the torches, take out the lighting crystals, evacuate the workers to seal the mine, and notify the two mage advisors to come over immediately."

The two mage consultants, whose main business is to operate the Wake Reef Water Supply and Drainage Company, hurriedly rushed to help after receiving the news, and after Luo Zhengdao instructed them to inspect the scene, after some conversation, the two of them said word by word:

"Well, it's black oil."

"Your Excellency, Lord Count, you have done it in the right and timely manner. When these black oils come into contact with open flames or volatile gases, they will ignite a fire when they encounter high temperatures, and I don't know how many people will die. ”

"The mine has to be closed, and the aftermath will be difficult."

Luo Zhengdao didn't want to hear people praise him for being far-sighted, shrewd and capable, he waved his hand tiredly and said:

"Putting this aside, is there a way to stop the black oil leaking?"

It was not for nothing that the two mage advisors desperately put on top hats for Luo Zhengdao, the reason was that they couldn't think of an immediate way to resolve the crisis, until they were forced by Luo Zhengdao to be anxious, the two of them simply spread their hands and said:

"If you can go down to the vent of that crack, you can turn mud into stone to deal with it, but the problem is that you can't get down!"

Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao was completely disappointed with these two old slippery heads who had practiced the hand of shirking responsibility to the realm, and said:

"Okay, then plug the shaft here!"

Zola Hegel was stunned for a moment, and interjected:

"Your Excellency, it's easy to close the shaft, and the iron ore below can be ......."

With a wry smile, Luo Zhengdao couldn't help but sigh and said:

"It's okay, black oil is now, it's worth more than iron ore, and soon you'll know why I'm saying that."

Indeed, compared with the old world where scientific and technological civilization reigned, the natural science exhibition of the new world is relatively sluggish, which is a fact, and it can't stand the fact that the new world has magic!

Regardless of the economic cost, magic can completely replace the role of science and technology, this is not a nonsensical obscenity that you have a cannon and I have miraculous skills, in addition to the cost is always a hard flaw, the external production capacity can not be popularized to the whole people, and the arcane and alchemy are not inferior to the natural sciences of the old world in terms of the depth of study. The research and understanding of the objective material world by those top-notch Arcanists and Alchemists is not necessarily much worse than that of the scientists of the Old World, but it can only be said that they have embarked on different paths of exploration from the very beginning, and time can only prove which is higher or lower.

The black oil in the mouths of the two mage advisors is the oil that the earthlings are familiar with, which surprised Luo Zhengdao a lot, and the special geographical environment of the New World can actually produce oil, which is indeed full of incredible mystical feelings.

A few years ago, when Luo Zhengdao was idle at home, he was ready to devote himself to crude oil futures, and by the way, he checked some relevant information on the Internet, and he clearly remembered his novelty.

The theory of crude oil generation, which has been appearing in compulsory education textbooks for a long time, is simply called "organic oil theory", which holds that oil, like coal, is the remains of organisms in ancient times, buried by sediment in a hypoxic state similar to a water environment, and then undergoes complex and long geological changes to finally form hydrocarbons, which is called black gold. Competing with the former is the relatively unpopular "inorganic oil theory", which believes that the generation of oil has nothing to do with living things, and is purely a masterpiece of nature, crude oil is an inorganic substance such as methane, which is a naturally occurring compound in the special environment of high temperature and high pressure in the depths of the formation, in other words, oil is not a fossil energy at all.