When everyone was stunned when they found that there was sterling silver in the dead giant lizard corpse.

Donner's reaction was the most direct. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily, saying, "Let's kill all the remaining lizards quickly and take out all the money! With this gain, this trip is not a big loss."

Pan Long nodded, used a mirror to reflect the sunlight into the cave, and continued to kill other lizards.

Although he was puzzled why lizards could also mine, since they could get sterling silver, of course, they would get the money first.

Isn’t it stupid to keep the interests in front of me?

But Milton kept thinking, and his face became more and more gloomy.

After a while, he said, "Let's go, let's go now."

Donner, who was burning the silver pieces from the lizard corpses to remove the possible remnants of the "disasters" in it, asked in confusion: "Why?"

"We'd better not get involved in this matter." Milton said helplessly, "Our Felix family cannot afford such a thing."

"What can't bear to bear?" Donner was puzzled.

Milton sighed and explained: "Lizards are not born to mine, especially this kind of lizard that can be regarded as a 'disaster', which is definitely not naturally generated. There must be someone behind them."

"I know, there is a strange guy behind them commanding them." Donner said indifferently, "But so what? That guy can't come out during the day either. We just need not be stupid to come over at night, what can it do to us?"

Milton shook his head: "Things are not that simple! Brother, you have to believe me and we will leave now. If you don't believe me, then I have no choice but to leave first."

Donner frowned for a long time, and finally sighed deeply: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

He said to Pan Long: "Norman, are you leaving?"

"Then let's go together." Pan Long didn't have much desire for money. It was good to get such a batch of silver, but it didn't matter if he couldn't get it.

In contrast, he was even more curious about what Milton had thought of?

In fact, he also had some conjectures about these lizards, but he didn't know whether his conjecture and Milton's conjecture were consistent?

They brought the silver pieces back to the hillside, called everyone, and returned to Holy Salt Town in a carriage.

Milton divided the silver cubes into three parts, put them away all the unburned ones, and asked someone to carefully wrap them up, then locked them in the box and buried them underground. The burned ones were distributed to the Clap family according to the agreed proportions in advance, and then the rest was sold, and the money they had been sold directly to the families of the dead subordinates.

After assigning these tasks, he introduced his ideas to Donner and Pan Long.

"I always felt that 'disaster' was not naturally generated." The first sentence he said, he was shocking.

Pan Long nodded slightly, without questioning.

Seeing that neither of them objected, Milton couldn't help but smile and continued to introduce his guess.

Over the years, many people have been studying "disasters". Milton has also been exposed to a lot of information on this aspect because of his family affairs. The more he comes into contact with these information, the more he feels that "disasters" seem to be deliberately controlled.

First of all, the "disaster" broke out in a very regular manner. At first, it broke out in some sparsely populated or weak military areas. People in those places lack the ability to resist "disaster" and suffered great losses.

Then, the army arrived and wiped out the "disaster".

Then, after a while, the "disaster" broke out in other similar places.

This has been repeated several times. When people have become accustomed to the occurrence of "disasters" only in relatively poor and weak places, it suddenly erupts in various major cities throughout the Ameri Kingdom at one time.

The "disaster" that time always broke out, causing heavy losses to the Kingdom of Ameri. Famous places such as Viron City, which were gathered in upper-class society, were all ruins.

When Milton looked at these records, he always felt that things were not so coincidental.

Why didn’t it break out in crowded places before? Why did it happen almost at the same time when it broke out?

It would be strange if there was no organization behind this to manipulate it!

If only these purely speculations were the things he said with confidence that “disasters were not naturally generated”. He had some other evidence.

For example, adventurers have witnessed more than once that people walking alone in the wilderness can repel the "disaster" with strange sounds.

This is a famous rumor, but it is a rumor for a person to say this, and many people say this... It is groundless and there must be a cause for things.

In addition to the weird lizard this time, it is even more obvious.

These lizards obviously belong to the category of "catastrophe", but their weaknesses are obvious. As long as you are careful, they will not cause great damage to people. In contrast, their special abilities that can extract silver are of great value.

If you can raise them in large quantities, using them to mine seems to be a good choice.

The lizards they saw were very large in number and were really "raised in large quantities".

"Under normal circumstances, there are not many 'disasters', and there will definitely be thousands like this time." Milton sighed and said, "I suspect that the people who control thedisasters behind them may have made some technical breakthroughs. Now they can control these dangerous things well, so that... can cultivate suitable disasters according to their needs and use them as miners."

Pan Long thought for a while and asked, "Then what do you think these people are doing these things for?"

"Power? Status? Wealth?" he continued, "this doesn't seem to be true. Everything about us humans depends on our social groups. When our society is destroyed, whether it is power, wealth, reputation or status... all of this will lose its meaning."

"Those who can control disasters have a better way to obtain these things. Why do they use methods to destroy the entire country, destroy society, and destroy everything?"

"Maybe they just want to destroy." Donner guessed, "In the story, the devil and the like... aren't they just thinking about destroying the world all day long."

"Stories are just stories." Pan Long shook his head.

Milton said: "This is what I am most puzzled about. If a person really masters the means to create and control disasters, his normal approach should be to create an army, fight against the kingdom, or even overthrow the kingdom and become a king himself - assumption, I mean assumption, I have such means, and I can come up with many ways to ensure my safety and strive to become a king at the same time... To be honest, this is really not difficult."

Pan Long agreed with his statement that the world's technological level is not high and there is no powerful extraordinary force. If a person or a group of people can create and control disasters, it is really not difficult for them to acquire a country or even become kings or lords.

"But they didn't do that. Instead, they chose to hide in the dark and do things that no one knew for no reason, neither getting wealth nor having reputation." Milton said. "This is a big problem, so I was not sure that there really was such a group of people."

"If it is not necessary, do not add substance." said Donner, "this is the words of the wise and wise men."

"But now, I have evidence!" Milton's expression was serious and heavy, "They will deliberately mine silver mines and get silver!"

"What does this mean?" Pan Long asked.

"This means that they have a pursuit of wealth!" Milton said, "Since they have a pursuit of wealth, they are not my fictional fantasy, but real!"

Pan Long thought for a while and asked, "What are you going to do after proving this?"

"Do nothing," said Milton. "This matter is too big and too serious. Whether it is me, the Felley family, or even the Saint Salt City... I can't stand it. If it is leaked, maybe the conspiracy of this person or these people will be shattered, but we will most likely have to be buried with you."

He sighed: "The Kingdom of Ameri is already like this, and it doesn't make sense to care about the previous things. I just hope that someone can come forward to clean up the mess, restore social order, and even rebuild the country. As for whether he is a hero or a demon, it doesn't matter."

Speaking of this, he showed a bitter smile: "Even if the Demon King is, as long as he can let us all sleep peacefully at night and go out to work peacefully during the day, that is acceptable."

"It's better to be a peaceful dog than a troubled person!" Donner sighed.

Pan Long nodded and expressed his understanding: "Since that's the case, then forget it. I originally wanted to investigate, but what you said makes sense. Even if it is found out, what if it is found out? If these people are really willing to restore the order of the country, then they are nothing more than a group of overlords who came to power through special methods."

"Yes, a disaster broke out and killed many people, but war also killed many people. Is there really a big difference between dying from disasters or dying from war?" Milton sighed and smiled bitterly, "Anyway, I just hope that this country can restore peace as soon as possible, even if it is ruled by the demon king."

They sighed and went home. Before leaving, Milton also reminded Pan Long not to tell these speculations, and not even those from the Clap family.

Pan Long agreed-he had no intention of telling Weima and others.

Moreover, he has some of his own conjectures, which can only be verified by himself.

When he went back and avoided the important things, he explained it slightly. Pan Long went to the guest room upstairs of the hotel to sleep until the evening. He switched to the profession of "Little Powerful Thieves", used the stealth skills that he had not used for a long time, and quietly went out.

The patrol soldiers could not detect his traces at all, and the towering city walls could not stop him. After a while, he had left Holy Salt City and headed straight for the mine.

He came to the mine in one breath, and he sneaked again and entered the mine.

The mine was pitch black, but fortunately he had night vision and didn't need to ignite a torch.

At first glance, I didn't see a lizard, but there was a sound of biting and chewing in the distance.

He walked over silently and walked to the hole that had been cut before. Looking from the hole, he saw that there was a large underground cave on the other side, with a lot of water in the cave. Countless lizards were biting the rock walls and chewing on the bitten stones.

They are indeed mining!

Pan Long frowned and searched carefully.

After a while, he saw a little above the cave, and there was a small hole, which seemed to lead to somewhere. At the entrance of the cave, there seemed to be a figure sitting.

His eyes lit up, and he quietly touched it, used the skill of "Xiaoqiang Running", walked directly from the water, and walked up the steep cliff, directly to the entrance of the cave.

Sure enough, a man wrapped in a black robe was sitting on a wooden stool, looking at the group of lizards under his feet from a distance.

He had a whistle in his mouth, probably by the sound of the whistle to control the lizards.

Pan Long ignored this man - he knew at a glance that he was a man who ran errands and could not have known a lot of information.

He walked carefully along the road and avoided several traps along the way. These traps were not large in scale and were not very dangerous, but they had one thing in common - as long as they were triggered, they would make a loud noise immediately.

That is, they are just some alert traps.

Seeing these alarm traps, Pan Long narrowed his eyes and felt a little guess in his heart.

The cave was obviously dug out by hand, straight and wide. Not long after Pan Long walked, he saw the light.

The light came from a wide basement. In the basement, an old man with white hair and beard was lying on a chair, covered with a blanket, and was muttering to himself while reading a book.

"...The improvement of the third type has reached a bottleneck. It can be determined temporarily that productivity, control, combat power, and reproductive power... There is absolutely no way to get both of these four. The types that can be used for production, no matter how they are strengthened, their combat power is very weak, and they can only rely on quantity to fight - in this way, they are just the level of cannon fodder."

"Pure combat-type control is still a big problem until now. Simple instructions are fine, complex instructions, or instructions that violate their cruel nature, are not effective."

"Oh! It seems that we still need to develop the fourth type!"

From something next to it that looked like a speaker, a much younger voice came: "Then let's develop the fourth type."

"But... we don't have much time!"

The voice blew a sarcastic laugh: "Time? We have so much time. As long as you don't be stubborn about the meaningless 'human' identity and transform yourself like me, let alone three or five years, even a hundred or a thousand years is not a problem!"

The old man shook his head: "This is not possible. Humans are very conservative. They will only be willing to be ruled by the same 'human'. Once they are no longer 'human', I will lose my most important identity."

"Let your students inherit it."

"I still hope that I can accomplish everything myself." The old man sighed, "Our lifelong ideal is always realized by ourselves, which is the most satisfying."

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang beside him: "But, my teacher, Sol Guda, didn't think so."
Chapter completed!