Global Mining.

Chapter 368 Discovery of History Being Falsified

Michael waited for an hour but didn't get any chance!
These city beauties have endless fashion to talk about and endless jokes to tell, but the key is that Michael doesn't see what's so funny and has to laugh along.

Michael couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the opportunity to propose: "Miss, why don't you invite everyone to visit your workshop?"

As long as they didn't talk about fashion and boring jokes, Michael would have a chance to ask serious questions.

Tifa happily accepted: "Okay, sisters, come and see my work!"

So we came to the underground workshop, and everyone praised it highly.

But amidst the praise, Michael clearly noticed that Fafner's words were a bit insincere.

Michael seemed to understand. Perhaps it was because Iron was often ranked alongside Bronze, but in reality, it wasn't equal either. Iron City was designed as a low-end player city, and it was neither convenient nor desirable for clan members to settle there.

The Iron Flower was simply a star mage. Whether in terms of city power, family wealth, or other skills, the Iron Flower was a notch below her. After all, the Bronze Flower was not only a mage but also an excellent mechanic. The Silver Flower was also a bishop saint, the Oak Flower was also a healer, and while the Gem Flower didn't have a multi-tasking job, she was a magical genius, her magical realm unmatched by the other four.

But as a mage, it's impossible for Black Iron Flower to work part-time as a warrior, right?

Of course, this is also a deliberate imbalance, designed with simplicity in mind. The goal is to observe how the Black Iron Flower, with its intelligence, will react to this imbalance. Will it stand timidly in the corner at events, smiling and accommodating? Will it dress in a way that highlights its celebrity personality? Or will it engage in some kind of confrontation to show off its ego?
So far, it seems she's achieved all of them. For example, after being isolated for shielding Dachun, she organized a pirate treasure map event to counter the art reading event organized by the other four city beauties. At these gatherings, she still stands in the corner, smiling and agreeing.

But now, Michael discovered a new change in her. Was this "insincere" expression expressing a complex emotion of jealousy and dissatisfaction? This kind of emotion usually needs to be concealed, but she failed to do so!
Perhaps Michael had found a new breakthrough! If it wasn't convenient to ask anything here, the next stop should be to Fafner's mansion and ask her what she thought.

While she was lost in thought, Tifa finally spoke up. "Ms. Remia, I heard you've been chasing the Pirate King's Sea Overlord these past few days. What do you think of that ship's performance?"

Remya sighed, "Unfortunately, the two most advanced ships in my pursuit fleet are the Silver Queen and the Silver Duke. Even with a two-pronged attack, we can't effectively track them. I can only say that their performance is far inferior."

Tifa sighed, "These two ships are heavy warships, so they're not suitable for pursuit. But if it's an oceanic showdown, the Sea Overlord might not be a match, right?"

Remya said helplessly, "They are pirates after all, and the pirate code is to avoid direct confrontation with the navy. Besides, the Sea Overlord is said to be a legacy of the pre-imperial era. In terms of power, even the current Golden Empire cannot catch up."

Tifa sighed, "My requirements aren't high. As long as Bronze City can replicate something like the Silver Queen, I'll be satisfied."

Remya smiled: "You think this is not too high a requirement?"

Fafna sighed, "It's a waste of effort for you in Bronze City to even build a Black Iron Blade."

Tifa was stunned and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Michael couldn't believe it either. Was Fafner openly mocking him? Why would she lose her composure to such an extent?

Seeing the awkward situation, Leah, the Oak Flower, spoke up: "Time is running out today. I still have a few patients to deal with. Why don't I invite all the sisters to get together another day?"

Eve also said: "In that case, I will go back too. We will meet again another day."

Fafna seemed to be not finished yet: "Let's do it another time. It's so boring here!"

Tifa's face changed again!

Remia also looked embarrassed: "Then Miss Tifa, I also--"

Tifa grabbed Remia and said, "Wait a minute!"

This pull also made Michael breathe a sigh of relief, at least he was able to leave Remia alone.

After the other three left, Remia asked, "Ms. Tifa, what's going on?"

Tifa said, "Ms. Remya has been having some trouble lately. I just wanted to ask if there is anything I can do to help. Please tell me, Ms. Remya."

Remia laughed. "That's really unlike Miss Tifa, isn't it? But you really can't help with the pirates. The shipbuilding technology isn't up to par, and time doesn't allow for it."

Tifa said, "We don't necessarily have to build a ship. We can change our thinking! Didn't Miss Remia catch that wanted criminal? He stole Miss Eve's Space Explorer, and there's a precious Flamebird core in his wheelchair. If we repair and combine the two, we can convert it into a craft that can fly in normal space. Then we can quickly spot pirates and attack them from the air!"

Michael was shocked! Even the Bronze Flower was talking about that Dachun? He was clearly a criminal, and should have disappeared from the sight of the NPC bigwigs!
Remya was surprised: "Is this okay?"

Tifa said, "I want to try!"

Remya smiled and said, "It seems that we need to conduct a thorough interrogation. Then, I will go back as well."

"Then take care, Miss Remya."

Michael had to seize this opportunity to be alone with Remya: "I will take Miss Remya out."

Just when Michael sent her out of the mansion and the scene changed, Michael simultaneously activated dream transformation and hypnosis!
Scene switching is equivalent to dream switching. The fragmented nature of dreams will make the dreamer not care about the logic of the scene. It is like eating in the previous dream and going to work directly in the next dream, with no disobedience in between.

The five palaces of the city flowers in Valhalla are distributed in the shape of a pentagon, and the empty courtyard in the middle is the dream space that can be transformed at any time.

At this moment, Michael forcibly transformed the scene into the underground mine of Silver City.

This is somewhat incongruous, but as part of the dream analysis project, Michael still decided to give it a try.

Fortunately, Remia, who was in the mine and hypnotized, did not show any discomfort. Instead, she calmly raised her hand and waved a magic ball of light to illuminate.

Michael continued to follow as the butler, but now the butler's identity was switched back to Butler Remia.

A few blurry figures appeared in front of me, playing cards. They were the jailers guarding Dachun. Because this was a dream, the images were blurred.

Michael reconstructed the scene and took the initiative to ask: "Where is the prisoner?"

Those people were still defiant: "Where are the prisoners? What's the prison number?"

Remia asked, "Where are the people?"

One of them pulled out a magic crystal screen and said with a helpless smile, "Sent him in there to play with, but he didn't move at all all night. Oh, how boring!"

At this point, the dream had completely replicated the scene Sariel had experienced at the time. However, at this point, Sariel was teleported back to the city on the grounds that he "did not have sufficient authority to inquire."

Michael is very nervous now. As a butler, will he be teleported?

Fortunately, there was no such thing! Remia continued to move forward, and Michael continued to follow! The scene began to update continuously. This was the result of hypnosis, which was equivalent to interpreting her memory.

Then a fluctuating space rift appeared in front of Remia.

Michael asked, "Miss, what are you doing?"

Although she was hypnotized and could only tell the truth, Michael asked very carefully. He couldn't ask where this place was without knowing whether the butler knew about it. Otherwise, his identity as the butler might be in jeopardy.

Remya said in a deep voice: "During the pioneering period a hundred years ago, our family discovered this mithril mine, but the monsters inside were too strong, so the strongest members of the pioneering team went in to dig for mithril -"

Michael shuddered at this. There were mithril mines in Silver City? This definitely wasn't Sariel's design. Mithril, like the Godstone mine, any deliberately designed gift package would be destroyed by the intelligent system...

Remya continued, "Among them, the strongest group formed a secret organization beneath the mine and privately built a smelting furnace. Instead of depositing all the mithril they dug up in the bank, they either smuggled it away in extremely secret ways or buried it in a secret treasure trove within! In short, we couldn't leave them alone anymore, so a mining disaster buried them all. However, their greed and resentment, fueled by the mithril, formed powerful evil spirits, even more difficult to deal with than they had been in life! So, we sealed the mine. Even if the Golden Empire later joined in protecting Silver City, they wouldn't necessarily know about it." Michael couldn't believe it. What kind of hidden plot was this? But this plot clearly had nothing to do with Sariel; it could only be Dachun!

Michael asked, "Then why send that wanted criminal? If the evil spirits here are so strong, what effect can he have?"

Remya said, "Of course, his identity as a blasphemer is useful! As a blasphemer, his entire body is infused with negative energy, so evil spirits will mistake him for one of their own kind and likely avoid attack. But when it comes to the treasure vault, he doesn't know what his mission is. All we have to do is observe his progress."

That's it!

Michael asked in surprise, "So how is he progressing now?"

Remya once again displayed the tracking information on the magic crystal screen and couldn't help but sigh: "He's not moving!"

Michael was stunned: "Not moving?"

Remya said, "But this at least proves one thing. The blasphemer must have been treated as one of their own kind by the evil spirits, so he wasn't attacked. Otherwise, something bad would have happened if he had entered this evil spirit mine."

Michael was anxious, worried that Dachun had discovered the hidden mithril treasure, but also worried that he wasn't making any progress. So, with the power of the family's sages, could they get in? No, Sariel had been teleported away! A sage's authority was less than that of a wanted criminal!
Michael was anxious: "What should we do?"

Remya shook her head helplessly: "I'm tired from chasing pirates all night. I'm going to rest - ok?"

Remya suddenly came to her senses: "Butler, are you healed?"

Michael's heart skipped a beat, and she realized that she couldn't continue this dream.

"Even though it's not healed, I still have to take care of the young lady..."

As he spoke, he dissolved the dream scene and lifted the hypnosis.

Remia vanished along with the scene. This was the equivalent of her dream ending, either continuing to sleep or waking up. But after waking, theoretically, the original body would only feel that what she thought about during the day had been dreamed about at night, and would not have much memory. This is the necessity of synchronization.

So should I wake Sariel up and tell him? Never mind, he's not slept enough and won't be able to handle it properly.

Let’s go to Farna’s mansion and see, Farna is not normal.

Michael came to Farna's mansion and transformed himself into a housekeeper, only to see Farna sitting in the courtyard angrily.

Before Michael could say hello, Fafna called out, "Butler, make a pot of honey black tea!"

"Okay, miss!"

Michael came forward with tea and said, "Miss, why don't you look happy?"

Fafner snorted, "Of course the party's not going to go well! How dare this Tifa show off her workshop in front of me?"

Um... this is the advice I gave her! I just want you women to stop with your silly jokes.

Fafna continued to complain, "Think back to the five main cities. Our Black Iron City was the first to gain a firm foothold and develop. All kinds of shipbuilding machinery were developed in our Black Iron City! Look at Dachun's wheelchair. It's made with our Black Iron City technology, and it's just a wheelchair!"

Michael was stunned! What was going on? The background didn't explain which of the five major cities came first, so how could Black Iron City be the first to develop? And there was no mention of shipbuilding machinery being a strength?

Fafna continued to curse, "Her family's Bronze City was able to stand firm thanks to the solid support of Black Iron City. As a result, her grandfather slandered Black Iron City to the Empire, saying that the Empire couldn't let Black Iron City's technology become too powerful. So the Empire transferred its shipbuilding technology to Bronze City. Bronze City then developed, and our Black Iron Shipyard declined! But their family didn't gain much benefit from this slander. The Empire was on guard against us as well as them, and their family didn't get the Empire's advanced technology..."

Michael's scalp was tingling! This is not right, is this how history works?

Michael remembered how difficult it was to defeat the Southern Canyon Village and that Dachun had obtained his wheelchair from this village. He hurriedly asked, "Miss, surely the glory of our city won't disappear so easily? Some of our advanced technologies should have spread to the nearby villages, right?"

Fafna snorted coldly: "Is this a good thing? The village is more difficult to manage when it has technology! This is why our Black Iron City can't develop..."

Michael's heart skipped a beat: "Then we have to find a way to reclaim the village's technology?"

Fafna sighed, "Isn't that what I've been doing? Forget it, I'm tired, I'm going to take a rest..."

"Have a good rest, miss."

……

After leaving Valhalla, Michael was indescribably shocked!

History has seriously deviated from the setting! Originally set as a low-end, beginner city, Dark Iron City was the first to be firmly established and even developed a decent shipbuilding industry. What does this mean? Pirates of all kinds, including the Pirate King, would use Dark Iron City as their base!
So where else could the secret group that Remya mentioned smuggling mithril go? If it could be smuggled out, it could only be to the already established Black Iron City!

The heritage of this Black Iron City is beyond imagination! No wonder the spices of the Shenqian team were lost inexplicably, and no wonder this Dachun has developed so...

In short, Michael immediately issued an urgent notice in the chat group: "Everyone come to the meeting, butler, wake up Sariel too, don't sleep anymore!"

The gang was in an uproar: "This is the first time I've seen the boss so serious!"

"Is Sariel awake?"

Sariel was anxious: "Boss, I'm waiting for your investigation results in my dreams!"

Michael said in a deep voice: "Everyone, watch the video..."

As expected, the chat group was shocked and in uproar!
Sariel reacted instantly: "It must be the two Curries! They've rewritten history!"

Gabriel asked, "What role does Dachun play?"

Sariel snorted coldly, "A captured character... No! Raphael, this Dachun can't stay in Silver City anymore. He's a wanted criminal in your city anyway. I'll extradite him to you!"

Raphael was anxious: "That won't do! I will never tolerate this guy appearing in my city. He's polluting the air!"

Metatron snorted coldly, "Stop arguing. Since my Bronze Flower is interested in his Flame Bird Crystal Core, bring it to my city. I'd like to see it for myself."

Michael sighed, "Everyone, don't get sidetracked! We're talking about how to plan for Black Iron City. Our biggest mistake was that no one settled in Black Iron City, allowing Alpha to exploit the loophole."

Xila said, "Let me do it. I'm bored of playing single-player games in the old world!"

Uriel was stunned: "You and I are both villains!"

Xila laughed: "Villains are great, no need to bother with power struggles, just kill them directly!"

Sariel became excited. "I think that the tomb-guarding angel Feng Kuti Kuti Guara Guana Hill, hired by the Black Iron Church, is particularly suspicious! How about Xila come over and kill her?"

Michael said in a deep voice: "It's indeed suspicious!"

Xila smiled: "Wait for me to get ready..."

(End of this chapter)