The final number of personnel distribution was determined by themselves, and Marin just just stood in front of the podium waiting for them to finish their discussion, and the archbishop of the Church of Justice sat down beside Marin, watching with great interest as the originally decent nobles and gentlemen in the audience arguing like small citizens in the market, while listening to Marin explain to him about the working mode of the institute.

Since no one had ever picked up such a full-size warset armor, Marlin's opinion was that a certain amount of personnel from each race would be selected every day to form a research team, record the progress of the research every day, perform a progress review once a week, and after confirming that it was correct, the progress of the week would be bound once.

"Are you so distrustful of these guys?" The old bishop asked, smiling.

"No, I think it's better to do it from the beginning than to make them suspicious of each other, and if there is still an accident in this way, whoever makes trouble will hang him at the door of the research institute." Marin replied as he looked through the manuscript paper in his hand, looking for anything else that needed to be added.

"Well, is the rope around the neck or around the ankles?" The old bishop turned his head and glanced at Marin.

"The first time I put my feet on my neck, the second time I put on the neck above, it's useless for anyone to intercede, if he runs away, I'll find your boss to hunt him down, if he's too busy, I'll find that red-skinned kid to him." Marin replied half-positively and half-falsely - it was really that he really had the courage to find the Lord of Justice Anonymous to kill this little man who was making trouble, and the fake thing was that he couldn't find the Horror Lord to do this anyway, just now he leaned out half of his body, and Marin already felt that this side hall had slipped towards the abyssal state, if it weren't for the Lord of Justice Anonymous turned around and fished out, now the person sitting here is either the Great Demon or the Chosen Champion, if you want to be a prince, it will be a shame online.

"Don't bother that one, someone is dead, let's kill it, if it's far away, I'll find the mage tower to help, and the dwarf tower master will definitely help." The old bishop smiled wryly and stopped Marin's thoughts.

"Then I'll leave it to you, but I suggest that it is best to set up a plane anchor when the institute is established, it is very easy to do things, and it will be troublesome to leave, right?"

"A must." The old bishop nodded knowingly, and then motioned to the guys to finally get the personnel distribution figures.

Mr. Elf, who had come to welcome Marin at the gate, handed over the form.

Marin took a look and was startled by the numbers.

Elves, a group of 429 craftsmen, a team of elf druids are responsible for managing all the animals near the institute, a team of rangers can be responsible for internal and external security, and 20% of the public expenses are apportioned, and all personnel expenses are at their own expense.

"Do you have so many great craftsmen?" Marin asked suspiciously, looking down at him.

"Of course, this is the best, the best and the most capable, and I have eliminated with my companions some of the old craftsmen who are too old and inflexible." The elf nodded proudly to Marin when he said this: "Please believe us elves, our excellence and pride make us face all this with the most serious attitude." ”

Does it count as anything including tearing up with the dwarves?

Marlin grumbled in his belly, then looked at the second row.

Dwarves, a group of 1082 craftsmen, a team of dwarven shield guards can be responsible for internal security, at least twelve dwarven sages, 20% of the cost is apportioned, and all personnel expenses are at their own expense.

Marin's neck seemed to be mechanically twisted towards the dwarven owner, who immediately walked over without Marlin speaking: "Mr. Marin, I found that you need me to answer. ”

"Yes, is there really no problem with your numbers?"

"Yes, at the Peak, we have thousands of great craftsmen, and this is the most reliable and neutral part of our selection from the various dwarven kingdoms, and there will never be any unpleasantness with each other because of the smell of some long legs, and I think this institute needs our craftsmen to make testing machines, right?"

You dwarves and elves are this a blood feud?

Marin nodded helplessly: "Okay, but like you said, no matter who you are, you can't fight in the institute, this is my bottom line, if you want to fight, you can go to the arena, but in the institute, you must, and can only speak with numbers and facts, and you must not discriminate against anyone's race." ”

"Rest assured, the dwarves' frankness and stubbornness will show up in every aspect you can see."

So as he watched the owner leave, Marin looked at the third line.

The dwarfs and halflings really united, and the number was also 722 people that reassured Marin...... Sure enough, looking at the 4-digit numbers of the dwarves and the 3-digit numbers of the pair, there were not so many surprises and puzzles in my psychology.

The gnomes and halflings, the 722-man artisan regiment, did not join the security troops, but they also contributed 20% of the public expenses, and all personnel expenses were borne by themselves.

Smiling and nodding at the head of the gnomes and halflings, Marin looked at the fourth row.

Mage Tower, 1096 master craftsmen, per capita high-level mages, welcome all the top iron heroes, out of a public expense apportionment, all personnel expenses at their own expense.

…… Marin turned his head, still looking at the tower master, and the dwarf came to Marin in a flash.

"Our personnel are divided into two groups, one group is 70 people, 10 people a day, and they follow the research team throughout the shooting of the magic crystal, and the rest of the personnel are all high-level mages of the mage tower, they are divided into two groups, one group will be responsible for the collection and sorting of data, and the other group will join the research group, and everyone is an instant combat force, with them, the big demon has to weigh whether his bones are hard enough, if he encounters a hard idea, they can also pull people ......" Speaking of this, he pointed to himself: "For example, me." ”

"That's hard work for you." Marin reached out and shook his hand.

"No, it's an honor for the Mage Tower to be able to serve you." The old dwarf smiled and stepped back.

Marin looked at the fifth row.

Harvest Goddess Church, ah own people.

Then look at the numbers, 15 of the observation mission, no assessment, all personnel at their own expense.

Marin turned his head, what's the matter with you, there are hundreds of people in other organizations, and you have 15 of them, can you not embarrass my apprentice.

The Archbishop of the Goddess of Harvest seemed to have known that Marin would look at him with doubt, and the old man stood up: "The 15-member observation team of the Goddess of Harvest will be divided into two groups, one group of 8 people will be responsible for confirming the performance of the testing machine and the possibility of transforming it into a farm machine, and the other group of 7 people will be assigned to the research group, which will be mainly responsible for data collection and healthy diet for each group. ”

Marin thought for a moment...... Finally nodded.

Indeed, you let the engineering department of the Goddess of Harvest Church make guns and bombs, it is all to deal with the spirits that can threaten the farmers and the self-preservation of the farm, and let them do this thing, it is indeed a little difficult for them, it is better to do this, it seems to be a hand, but it can also show the existence of the church, and the church is really rich, if the agricultural type can be made, who can not love a buyer waving a check.

Thinking of this, Marin continued to look down.

Sidney united, sent a group of 70 scholars, the land needed by the institute, 20% of the public expenses of the institute, and sent at least one corps as the perimeter security of the institute, and all personnel expenses were borne by themselves.

Marin smiled at Count Robben, who smiled as well.

Most of the next organizations did not have any apportionment, and of course they had few personnel, so it seemed that they had little confidence in the institute, or maybe they were here to participate in the grand event, but the big organizations didn't feel that they needed to cause trouble.

In the last line, Marin sees the Church of the Lord of Justice.

The 475-member Magi Corps of the Church of the Lord of Justice is responsible for research, and 300 paladins are responsible for internal security and patrol security.

The doppelganger who is responsible for guiding the Lord of Justice is very scary, and Marin feels that even if he opens a clone, it will destroy everything, and who would dare to come and find death.

"Well, in terms of the institute, in addition to the main drawings, I will also draw you enough dormitories for your personnel to use and a large number of ancillary functions, which may cause an increase in the upfront costs......" Marin didn't finish here, and the leaders began to pledge in unison, Marin finally handed over the errand to Count Robben - so far only the United Kingdom of Sidney has joined it, Marin decided to let them pay for it, if the institute can be carried out on a regular basis in the future, Then Sidney Union is the only designated area where the Institute is located.

At least until he, the director, relinquishes power, or the kingdom is under major threat, otherwise this will not change in any way.

"Very well, since the most troublesome work has been done by you, then I will draw the drawings in the next two days, do you have any other questions?" Marin looked at everyone in the audience.

After a moment, the fellows finally replied in unison, "I hope you don't contact him when you're okay, because we don't know who else was with him at the time." ”

Marin smiled wryly and nodded as a promise.

So the meeting was adjourned, and Marin and the old bishop of the Lord of Justice walked out of the side hall, and watched the decent or not so decent old men sit on all kinds of decent tools and leave.

"Can you catch the game?" The old bishop asked.

Marin sighed at this: "They won't let me play. ”

The old bishop laughed twice at this answer: "I have forgotten about it, but your classmates will definitely play." ”

"yes, so I have to finish drawing in these two days, or I won't be able to catch the first game between my classmates and my sister." Marin saw his church's carriage coming and nodded at the old man: "I'm leaving, may you live a long life, by the way, can you borrow your gun." ”

"Thank you." In the realm of Sidney, may you live long is the purest blessing of young people for old people, the old bishop smiled and took this blessing, took the revolver from his waist and handed it to Marin.

Marin turned and pulled the trigger on the coachman.

He walked up to the coachman, kicked him in the face that he was not looking at, and found that there was still a skin on his face, no wonder there was nothing to see from his face.

"I didn't feel any surgical reaction, how do you see it?" The old bishop walked over and took the revolver that Marin handed him, and asked out of curiosity.

"Usually Old Jack won't come over at all if he doesn't see me beckoning, and he must be a deception when he comes so strangely today." At this point, Marin saw that the twigs of the World Tree had sliced through his coat, revealing the evil tattoo within.

"In psionic vision, this guy is all blackened into eggplant, if I don't kill him, who else can I kill." After saying that, Marin frowned: "How am I going to explain it to that old man in my church." ”

"What explanation." The old bishop asked.

"Old Jack is his coachman, and I may have to tell him with regret that it's time to change one." Speaking of this, Marin stretched out his hand and pushed the old man under the carriage, looking at the door of the store that was pushed open not far away, and looking at the humans who pulled out their guns, Marin frowned: "Old man, what is the murderer who is controlled." ”

"Kill first and then write a report, or if you are killed, I will write it for you, choose one yourself." With that, the old man handed out his revolver again.