Those who eat people have short mouths and take others with short hands. This is a view that Mag has always agreed with.
So after Xi finished three bowls of rice, took away the last piece of braised pork from the pot, and showed a satisfied smile, Mag began to interrogate.
"Is it delicious?" Mag asked with a smile.
"Not bad." Xi wiped away some grease from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, showing a trace of unnaturalness in his calmness.
"This pot of braised pork plus three bowls of rice, in exchange for three questions, isn't that too much, right?" Mag continued with a smile.
Xi's expression froze and he glanced at Mag: "I said, I have no right to disclose information related to the dungeon."
"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking some basic questions, and there won't be any secrets involved." Mag took a sip of wine, "Besides, since people in the dungeon like to sneak away, I will be able to catch one or two sooner or later. Questions will come out of their mouths sooner or later, right?"
"This idea of yours is a bit dangerous." Xi frowned, but could not refute Mag's words.
Hundreds of underground city residents sneak into the City of Chaos every year. With Mag's current strength and identity, it is not difficult to catch one or two.
However, Mag's idea has already touched upon the rules of the dungeon.
"Then I'm going to start. The first question: Is the dungeon controlled by a large chaebol?" Mag said directly.
Xi looked deeply at Mag and said, "No."
"Is your military commanded by a unified government, or is it an independent entity?" Mag asked again.
"I can't answer this question." Xi refused directly.
"Is this mecha sent by you today?" Mag asked the last question.
"no."
"Okay, three questions over." Mag smiled and picked up the wine glass, "For peace."
Xi stared at him for a while, then picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Actually, I don't have any ill intentions towards the dungeon. If the two sides maintain the same status as before, it would be fine if we never interact with each other until death. Of course, the premise is that things like today will never happen again." Mag put down the wine glass and said calmly: " It was my mother-in-law who died today, and that guy just lost a mecha, I will remember this grudge."
The vigilance in her eyebrows softened a bit. She had already reported today's incident, but due to her level, she would not receive relevant feedback from her superiors.
However, this demigod-level mecha definitely does not come from the military.
The simple reason is that the mechas currently owned by the military are far less powerful than the ones that appear in the elves today.
Even in the dungeon, I had never heard of the existence of a demigod-level mecha before.
You know, even in the dungeon, the tenth-level strong man is still the top existence.
And there are only a handful of extraordinary people, almost elders who don't care about worldly affairs.
Demigod-level mechas appeared in Nolan Continent. When the news came back to the military, Xi could already imagine the shock it would cause.
The military will definitely want this mecha back.
If Mag didn't give it to her, she wouldn't be able to get it. The military would naturally send someone who could get it to get it.
But just like Mag said, this mecha killed the Elf Queen and a dozen elves today. Although the guy hiding behind the mecha lost one mecha, he himself was not damaged.
He was unwilling to hand over the mecha to her, probably because he had a deal in mind.
"It's still unclear who controls the mecha, but if you don't want to give it to me, someone else will come to get it," Xi said.
"Then let him bring what I want in exchange. After all, you have to pay with your life for killing people. I don't know if this principle is applicable to your dungeon." McGonagall clasped the wine glass lightly with his knuckles and made a clear sound. sound.
"Farewell." Xi stood up and went out.
"No." Mag's voice came from behind.
Mag looked at the slowly closing door and was silent for a while, poured himself another glass of wine, and then asked in his mind: "System, have you learned it? If you can reproduce it, you can use this broken mecha to replace it." Stainless steel washbasins are also recycled waste.”
"Host, are you not a human being if you let a food system do such a thing? You are forcing this system to not do its job properly!"
"Aren't you a system that loves learning? Now that higher-level civilization products are in front of you, don't you have any ambition at all?
You have to know that even if you are growing vegetables, you must always have a positive heart. Otherwise, how will you go with me to conquer the world in the future? ! "Mag said passionately.
The system was silent for a while and said quietly: "Why does this sound a little wrong? As the system, shouldn't I be the one urging the host to work hard and learn?"
"As a system, dishonesty is the original sin." Mag clicked his tongue: "Look at Amy's system. The printer she took out is nuclear powered. Tell me what you can do."
"I...I can grow vegetables!" System said weakly.
"Then let me ask you, if the underground city invades Nolan Continent, with your current ability, can you protect your farm and pasture? Can you guarantee that the fish you raise in the fish pond will not be taken away by them? Can you guarantee that you Will the rice you have worked so hard to grow not be trampled by them?" Mag was heartbroken.
"No...can't?" The system's voice was slightly vibrating.
"Now, I will issue you a new task: dismantle and understand this mecha within three days, find an alternative reproduction plan within seven days, and reproduce the first prototype within a month!
Mission completion reward: a demigod-level door god!
Punishment for mission failure: the ownership of all the markets may be transferred to other people’s names! Mag said with a serious expression.
"I accept...wait a minute!" the system's voice paused, "Why does it feel weird? Why am I now the host issuing tasks to the system? And, didn't I make this reward myself?"
"The task has been released. Whether you can complete it or not is up to you. Doesn't your system have a group? If you don't understand anything, you can ask a water friend. Don't tell me. You've even been kicked out of the group chat, right?"
"System learning..."
A line of small words floated through Mag's mind, and the system immediately went offline.
Mag was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "Good guy, you won't really be kicked out of the group chat, right? It's really embarrassing."
After drinking the wine in the glass and cleaning up the table and kitchen, Mag went upstairs.
After washing, I didn't go directly to bed. Instead, I went to the study room and took out the "Miss Black Cat" picture book hand-drawn by Annie.
People can't make money beyond their cognition, and they can't tell stories beyond their cognition.
Vicki comes from the underground city, is a young lady from a big family, and should have a certain relationship with the military, so she owns an independent battleship and can skillfully operate mechas.
Therefore, Mag planned to carefully study "Miss Black Cat" created by Vicki. The social structure of the dungeon may be hidden in it.
(End of chapter)
