Global Mining.

Chapter 367 Bronze Flower
When Dachun was at a loss as to what to do next, Ailian took the initiative to talk about the topic: "Miss, do you know? After get off work, miners usually go to the tavern to drink and watch dancers, and the boss often deliberately gives away cocktails mixed with Red Dragon for free. As long as the miners drink it, they will be excited and unable to resist the temptation of the dancers..."

The lady was really interested: "What is a red dragon?"

"A cruder version of the famous wine Scarlet Agate, this name is loved by the lower classes. But even so, it's not affordable for ordinary citizens, so it can only be used to dilute wine..."

"Ah? So, what happens after temptation?"

"Of course, you just have to pay more. If you pay enough, you can even have the dancers take you to the bathhouse for service..."

The young lady laughed out loud: "Butler, why are you telling me this?"

"Of course, it's to let the young lady understand more about the people's sentiments at the grassroots level."

"Interesting, continue..."

Dachun was shocked. "I didn't even know this!" This chat wasn't just about fun; it was deliberately skewing things towards vulgarity...

Well, this is the way bitches talk, the way of bitches! It's not something I can understand, so I probably have nothing to do with it anymore.

So I switched to my trumpet, which was buried in the sand of the void, keeping watch. Nothing happened. I could only hear the sound of the little winged snake gnawing hard at its food under the sand.

Looking at Xiaohua, the Ugly Emperor is absorbed in doing math problems.

This sudden feeling of having nothing to do is actually quite nice. So I'll make the most of this time to get some more sleep and prepare for another all-nighter.

……

8: AM Golden Continent Time.

Michael finally came online. Compared to usual, he was an hour late. It was mainly because he stayed up too late last night, studying five astrology books and achieving a breakthrough, mastering elementary astrology.

For a skill of this level, being able to break through the elementary level so quickly is undoubtedly the result of multiple verifications of teaching materials, as well as the result of being a sage with great wisdom.

Michael was very confident. What if Dachun had been studying astrology since the public beta? This wasn't a skill you could just pay an NPC instructor. Once it came to learning, the fundamental difference between him and ordinary players was the rare attribute of "wisdom"!
At this moment, the butler reported: "Sir, there is a serious situation before Mr. Sariel goes to bed..."

Michael watched the video sent by Sariel and was shocked: "Sariel doesn't know there is such a place in Silver City?"

The butler said, "Yes! Mr. Sariel suspects that this is another backdoor left by Programmer Curry, so he needs you to go to Valhalla and ask Remya!"

Michael asked, "Has the Silver Flower returned to the mansion?"

"Silver Flower's residence is still under renovation. She went to the military headquarters' bedroom to rest."

Michael felt troubled. It was irrational to keep disturbing Valhalla these past few days. Besides, visiting Valhalla was all about synchronization; she couldn't sense any abnormality in her "dream"! Now that she wasn't living in the mansion, and her housekeeper was injured and gone, how could she, as the housekeeper, go to Valhalla and ask questions?
Perhaps there is only one way, let the other city beauties hold a party and invite her over.

Logically, Eve, the Gem Flower, who had the best relationship with her, should be the one to invite them, but Eve had been disturbed too many times, so it was not appropriate.

Then try looking for the Bronze Flower Tifa. First, she has never been disturbed. Second, she is set up as a playful type who is keen on magic machinery and is the most innocent.

Michael greeted Metatron in the chat group: "I'm going to Valhalla to visit Tifa, you go to my place to respond and synchronize."

Metatron was somewhat helpless: "I'm busy too, why don't I go find the Oak Flower?"

Gabriel smiled and said, "Your Bronze Flower knows how to build ships and deal with pirates. She could be the perfect solution to the Silver Flower's problem of being constantly targeted by pirates these past few days. She's the perfect person to invite!"

Michael smiled. "Yes, these reasons are more appropriate."

Metatron sighed, "Actually, this doesn't really fit her personality! She looks lively and outgoing, but she's more like a child obsessed with mechanical games. She's completely indifferent to family matters, let alone inviting friends. She's just perfunctory."

Gabriel smiled: "Didn't you design it?"

Metatron sighed, "What a hassle..."

……

Michael then returned to Valhalla, transforming into a steward and entering Bronze Flower's residence. At the same time, Metataron also visited his original residence, and the steward came out to greet him.

Then, they simultaneously entered the mansion's basement. More precisely, it was a bustling underground workshop. And after spatial expansion, the scale of this workshop was beyond imagination, even containing an underground dock.

At this time, the Bronze Flower was drawing a blueprint, and a large group of mechanical puppets were busy around it.

Michael and Metatron confirmed the scenes on both sides, and found them to be basically the same. They only needed to keep this "reality and dream" basically consistent.

Michael was acting as a butler, so he had to downplay his presence. It was Metatron, the real Metatron, who initiated the conversation: "Ms. Tifa—"

Tifa didn't even look up: "Busy!"

Metatron got straight to the point: "Miss, please invite Miss Remya to the party!"

Michael was about to explode! Xiaomei was simply a mechanical brain, how could she start the conversation with such questions?
Fortunately, Bronze Flower was different from the others and remained silent, asking, "Why?"

Metatron said, "Because, in the past two days, her mansion has been bombarded by the Pirate King and attacked by infiltrators. You can help her deal with the pirates... After all, her family is rich, which can alleviate our financial shortage—"

Tifa looked up angrily and interrupted, "Do I care about money? I want technology! Can our city's technology handle the Sea Overlord? Can our city build something of the same quality as the Silver Queen?"

Metatron sighed, "No."

Tifa said unhappily, "I'm glad to know. Don't bother me now. I'm busy."

Metatron spread his hands towards Michael.

Michael smiled and said, "Okay, you can go now."

Metatron only needs to make this start, and the rest will be handed over to Michael, the steward of Valhalla.

Michael just continued to watch his soul clone Tifa drawing quietly.

I have to say. Communicating with Chenghua was indeed a waste of time. Michael began to regret coming here in the first place. He should have gone to the library to check on the clown's learning progress, or to the shipyard to check on the progress of the voidship renovation.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Tifa looked up in surprise and noticed Michael's presence: "Butler? Are you still here?"

Very good! This is the synchronization between the original body and the soul clone, and the soul clone continues the original body's thoughts.

Michael advised: "Miss, I think you should also ask Miss Remya for help. After all, this is her most difficult time."

Although it was "persuasion", it was actually Michael's privileged hypnotic ability. She was irresistible in the dream.

Sure enough, Tifa didn't object. "She's in trouble, shouldn't I go see her?"

Of course I can't go to see her. Her real body is in the military and the dream is inconsistent!
Michael said, "It's better for everyone to solve problems together. We should invite all four of them. It's been a while since the young lady held a party."

Tifa nodded. "That's right. I'll change my clothes. You go to the courtyard and set up the reception..."

"Okay lady."

The invitation was successful. But how could I ask about this secret realm with all five of them present? I could only wait for an opportunity.

The "dream" setting only requires a simple scene change, and soon, the four city beauties gather in the courtyard for a cocktail party.

The four immediately expressed their concern for Remya's recent situation: "Ms. Remya, are you okay?"

Remya smiled, feeling touched: "Thank you for your concern...!"

Now it was time to chat and have fun. Michael had to concentrate on the garbage chat, waiting for the best opportunity...

　Today is a holiday, so I have a lot to do and drink a lot. I will try to make up for it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)