"Boss Lu, you're doing a good job." Iron Slag grinned and said.

"Brother Tie, you've become a big shot, don't laugh at me." The big fat guy shook his head and said.

After the two old friends recognized each other, they sat down on the sofa in the living room. Later, Iron Slag asked Ju Amu to call Hillman Shiros up, after all, they are all from the middle of the Northern Wilderness, even if they don't know each other, they can be regarded as fellow villagers.

After a while, the four of them opened the bottle of wine, asked the chef of the restaurant to bring some food, and drank around the coffee table while catching up.

During the dinner, Lu Shanhai talked about the past three years ago......

At that time, Iron Slag entrusted him to contact the head of the Shiros family, saying that a noble girl from Silver City No. 17 had lost her way and wanted to find someone to take her home. Although he agreed, because his status was too low, he couldn't contact Layton directly, so he had to retreat and find the eldest young master, Hillman. But when he went to the Hiroth Manor, he heard Steward Song say that Hillman had gone to the Northwest City. He had no choice but to take another step back, explain the reason, and wanted Steward Song to introduce Layton on his behalf. But Steward Song disagreed, saying that this little matter didn't need to bother the master, just let him Steward Song handle it. At that time, I didn't know what was going on, so he agreed in a daze. What I didn't expect was that guy had already been bought by the people of Silver City No. 13......

"Do you know who that aristocratic girl was back then?" After listening to the big fat guy's narration, Hillman took a sip of wine and asked with a smile.

"Who else could it be? Isn't he just a little nobleman? The big fat guy asked rhetorically. But as soon as the words fell, he found that Iron Slag and Ju Amu were both looking at him with a smile and a word. He frowned for a moment and recalled carefully......

"Hmm...... Milky white skin, dark brown pupils, silver-haired ...... "Thinking of this, he seemed to catch something, but he couldn't remember.

"Who is the owner of this fortress?" Hillman reminded when he saw that the big fat guy was frowning and racking his brains.

"Silver hair...... Silver-haired aristocratic ...... Silver...... Lombal ...... "Thinking of this, the big fat guy couldn't help but exclaim, "Princess Temple! As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth in horror. The next moment, I saw cold sweat on his broad forehead, dripping down the horizontal flesh of his face.

"Brother Tie, save me ......" It didn't take long for the shrewd big fat guy to figure out the links, and then pleaded with the iron slag. He reckoned that Iron Slag's current status was bestowed upon him by the Templar princess.

"The past is gone, but ......," Iron Slag reassured, and then changed the conversation to add, "She's said to be very vindictive......

"Brother Tie, I was wrong, if you want to blame it, blame the eldest young master of the Xiros family, it's so bad, why did he go to the northwest?" The big fat guy hurriedly shirked.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Don't blame me for your own mistakes, this friend. Hillman's face turned pale, and he pushed the big fat guy and said.

"Anyway......" Iron Slag concluded, glancing at them, "it's all about the two of you." ”

"Brother Tie, don't ......" "What does it have to do with me!" Big Fat and Hillman shouted at the same time.

Seeing this, Ju Amu laughed innocently......

About half an hour later, the four of them drank to a certain extent, and they were all a little drunk, and the big fat guy took the opportunity to pull the iron slag and said sincerely: "Brother Tie, you are a big man now, just take care of your brother and do more business." ”

"What do you want to do?" Iron Slag asked casually.

"Haven't you run out of silver mines? I'll leave the dismantling work to me, and I'm sure you'll make it look good. The big fat guy patted his chest and said.

"Okay, as long as you can do it, I'll give it to you." Iron Slag said generously.

"Thank you, Brother Tie, thank you!" The big fat guy's face froze, and he said seriously.

Iron Slag has always been a man of his word, and after drinking, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go and see the silver mines." ”

After leaving the office, Iron Slag and Hillman each put on their power armor, and then Ju Amu drove the four out of the castle and headed towards the silver mine.

After driving on the road on the cliff for a while, the road gradually narrowed and the street lights became more and more sparse. Moments later, as the last street lamp was gone, the world was left with only the light of the jeep headlights and the spectacle of the cliffs.

Endless darkness is the true face of the bottomless abyss.

More than ten minutes later, there was a roar of machinery ahead. After a few moments, the jeep pulled into a meeting point. As far as the eye can see, there is a factory with a steel structure and a towering chimney built on the steep slope of the cliff ahead. At this moment, in the dim light, the chimney was emitting circles of black smoke as black as ink. It was the ore refinery that belonged to the Contemplative Keep.

"Brother Tie, since you're here, let's go and have a look." The big fat guy pointed to the factory not far away. He thought in his heart that he would visit the factory and see if there was a suitable business for them.

"Okay." Iron Slag said dryly. From childhood to adulthood, Lu Shanhai can be said to be his good friend second only to Lao Niu, although he is not as reliable as Lao Niu, but he has a lot of strange ideas, and the big fat guy has his own set of sophistication for human affairs, which can be regarded as a rare talent. Now that he has the corresponding status, he might as well bring more old friends to lay the foundation for his future.

A few minutes later, the jeep drove into the gate of the refinery. As soon as the current director heard of the visit of the head of the hot Contemplative Fortress, he hurriedly ran out with all the management and greeted them personally.

Subsequently, under the support of the factory director, the director of the technical department, the safety director, the financial director and others, the iron slag and other four people walked into the refining workshop and visited.

"This is the Mithril Ore Calcining Furnace...... "The factory director pointed to a large furnace where more than a dozen workers were busy around the front and back, "Here, the Mithril Mine will carry out the first step of separation, remove impurities such as silicon, and the heat generated by the furnace will be transferred to the distillation chamber......" The factory director pointed to a steel boiler several meters high along a heat transfer pipe, and said, "The distillation room will dissociate the spirit stone ore for a second time to form a crude liquid psionic ......" Then, the captain followed another smaller pipe, Pointing to a smaller iron container and the oil tank next to it, as well as the workers who were packing and transporting it, he went on to explain, "Due to the high toxin content of crude liquid psionic energy, it has to be transported back to the biochemical pharmaceutical factory in the Central Continent for microbial dissociation before it can be used to make the ...... of the garter."

After an hour......

After visiting the workshop, the four of them came to the factory office. After some explanation by the factory manager, the iron slag learned that it could only be roughed here, and its main purpose was to reduce transportation costs. After all, the road is far away, and there are many dangers along the road, so the ore can only be preliminarily refined, reduced in volume and weight, packed and shipped back to Yincheng World, and then further processing.

After introducing the situation of the factory, the director took out a few pieces of Mithril ore with a black surface but a little silver light shining in the light, and showed it to the iron slag: "Lord Wilderness Knight, you see, the color of these Mithril ores is getting worse and worse, and the content of Mithril is getting lower and lower, if I guess correctly, our Mithril ore veins will be depleted in two months, so we must mine new ore sites as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a fault in the production of the factory; As a result, some workers have nothing to do, and the overall efficiency declines, but these workers are not easy to dismiss, after all, there are not many skilled technicians who are willing to work in the abyss, and it is difficult to hire them......"

After listening to the situation report, Iron Slag nodded his head, indicating that he understood. Then he got up and took his leave, led the people out of the factory, and got into a jeep to inspect the silver mine.

About forty minutes later, Iron Slag and the others came to the Mithril mining area along a bumpy mountain road. The person in charge of the mine personally received them and pointed to the cave that stretched for several kilometers on the cliff and said: "This is a landslide area, where stones are mixed with soil, and the mine needs to be supported by a large number of I-beams in order to carry out deep mining." ”

"Most of these holes have been depleted, and some of them have some tailings, and when they are fully mined, we will have to hire someone to recycle the I-beams for the next mine," he said, pointing to some dimly lit mines. ”

"What is the soil density and the abyssal collapse rate here?" After the person in charge of the mining area finished speaking, the big fat guy continued to ask. The former immediately looked at the iron slag with an inquiring gaze, and after getting the agreement, he replied: "The density is 0.97, and the abyss collapse rate is 3.69 per 10,000. ”

"The collapse rate is very low." The big fat guy couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not low for the mining area." The person in charge of the mining area glanced at the former with a frown and said. A landslide rate of 3.69 per 10,000 means that 30 to 40 skilled miners die every year.

Realizing that there was something wrong with his words, the big fat guy immediately laughed, patted his big head and said, "I'm sorry, those of us who do waste mine demolition are not so sensitive to the collapse rate." Hearing him say this, the person in charge of the mining area immediately shook his head and said modestly, "I don't know that you are engaged in the demolition of the mining area, but I misunderstood, and I should be sorry." "You know, the demolition of waste mines can be more dangerous than mining. If you are not careful, the entire demolition team will be buried alive inside. This is not only a technical job, but also a desperate job, and its degree of danger is no less than fighting on the battlefield.

Next, Tie Slag asked the person in charge of the mining area to take the big fat guy around to understand the situation here, and instructed: "They will be responsible for the follow-up demolition work." ”

"Yes, my lord." The head of the mine, dressed in a coverall, dark-skinned and wearing a yellow miner's lamp helmet, bowed deeply to the iron slag and responded.

"Toot toot...... Doodle...... Doodle...... Doodle...... Doodle...... Doodle...... Toot ......"

Not long after the big fat guy and the person in charge of the mine left, the iron slag communicator suddenly rang. When the voice was connected, Jerome's calm voice came from inside.

"Boss, the Dawn Expeditionary Force's outpost has spotted the trail of a red Abyss Archdemon and is asking you for advice on how to deal with it."

"Wait until I'm over and have a look." Iron Slag replied, and then hung up the voice, leaving Ju Amu in the Mithril mining area, and Hillman was in charge of driving to the outpost coordinates sent by Jerome.