In recent times, Geese has rarely gone to his office because he killed a lot of craftsmen in one go.
There might occasionally be red blood seeping out of the cracks in the floor, which made him feel sick.
Killing is killing, and although he is ruthless, he still finds the blood stains disgusting and affects his taste.
In a new room, there were craftsmen standing next to him. These craftsmen looked embarrassed and kept silent.
They are all newly promoted stewards, or persons in charge. These people are all talents in the technical field, and they want to report on their experimental results in the recent period.
A craftsman was sweating profusely. Finally, pushed by his companion, he took a step forward and explained: "Sir, we really can't experiment with this formula... It's too weird, there's no way to start."
"We have exhausted the means of inverse deduction, but its components are extremely unstable in some cases, and very stable in some cases... It is... too complicated, and we don't have a good way... ..." As the craftsman spoke, his voice became softer.
He also knew that Cyric supported skilled craftsmen like them with very high salaries, but now their skills were surpassed by people from another group.
This is not good news. It means that their wages and salaries are wasted. For Cyric, the money was not a pity, but the matter itself made Cyric angry.
What's more, they can't even reverse the opponent's technology, which is even more embarrassing.
At this moment, he was standing here, and he could even clearly feel that his calves were trembling, trembling involuntarily.
Sitting there, Geese was also thinking about it. He had already killed several highly skilled craftsmen, and these were all the intangible assets of Cyric Company.
The reason for getting rid of those people was not entirely because of his cruelty, but because he wanted to put pressure on the people below, exerting enough pressure to make them use their best efforts to reverse the opponent's technology as quickly as possible.
Under the threat of death, these highly paid craftsmen will definitely work hard to get what they want.
But now, these craftsmen have been experimenting for almost a month, but they still haven't come up with the formula for the ignition device they want. This means that their Cyric technology is really unable to imitate this thing.
Some people are not even afraid of death. If they stand here and explain, there is only one answer: incompetence! These people are incompetent! These people cannot imitate each other's technology, and they will never be able to get what Cyric wants!
"Ah...it's really a headache." Keith rubbed his forehead and waved his hand to interrupt the other party's excuse. His hawk-like eyes swept over these silent craftsmen.
"You... have failed to live up to Cyric's high hopes!" He stood up, his face became very ugly: "Now, get out! Get out!"
A group of people hurriedly exited Jisi's room one by one, as if they had been granted amnesty. Giss scratched his head and muttered to himself depressedly: "You are really annoying! Incompetent and in groups, it's hard to kill..."
It was impossible for him to kill all these craftsmen, because after all, they had to leave people to work for Cyric's workshop, so even if he had the urge to kill, he could only give up such thoughts at this moment.
"Sir..." A subordinate stepped forward, ready to persuade Giss.
As a result, his words were interrupted by Geese: "Shut up! I have been given a deadline by the superiors. Either pay or kill people. In short... I have to get this matter settled!"
"You, go to Ronin Fischereau immediately! No matter what conditions are given to him, let him remain neutral in the next matter!" Geese looked into the other person's eyes and ordered coldly: "No matter what he agrees to, If you don’t agree, please beg me properly!”
"Yes, sir!" The subordinate knew that no matter what he said, his master had already made arrangements, so he could only swallow and nodded slightly.
After the man walked out of the room, Giese looked at another subordinate beside him: "Prepare the carriage! Choose some good wine and other gifts for me...the best! I'm going to Bunas... Go there yourself! Let Baos go with me."
He originally wanted people from the kingdom's army to come forward and accompany him to Bunas. But after another thought, I thought it would be better to keep him in the royal city just in case something unexpected happens.
Originally, he was just the person in charge of Cyric. If all the chess pieces that Cyric deployed in the Wright Kingdom were exhausted, then he would definitely face punishment.
Therefore, after much thought, he decided to let a good old man accompany him, which seemed more sincere and could be considered a goodwill gesture.
When the subordinate heard the news, he was immediately shocked and quickly persuaded: "Sir, in the past month, we thought that Bunas had sent five groups of 'nails', but none of them sent back information! Bunas is obviously in danger. It's not a place we can control..."
What he said was not a lie. Cyric indeed sent many investigation teams to Northridge. These people had entered the Bunas area and lost contact with Cyric, and no useful news was sent back.
Finally, a team of people sent back the news, saying that the business there was extremely prosperous and there were all kinds of fun places. These few words can only add some mystery to Bunas, but have no other effect.
Then, the team that sent back the news was lost in Bunas and could never be found again. Everyone in Cyric knows that in Bunas, there seems to be a hidden force that has become the climate.
Giss looked at his subordinate, with a disdainful expression on his face: "You can create such a big battle under our eyes. If I don't go and see it for myself, wouldn't others? Are you laughing at me for being as cowardly as a mouse?"
In fact, what prompted him to go to Bunas in person was not the rumors, but the real butcher knife on his neck.
Even though he kills people just like mowing grass, within Cyric, the real high-level officials are very harsh in dealing with people in charge like him.
Although they won't be killed easily, they will still be severely punished if they mess up.
Recently, all Cyric's arrangements between the Kingdom of Susus and the Kingdom of Wright have been destroyed. This responsibility has made the superiors very dissatisfied with him.
However, to scare the monkeys, Susus was defeated. Cyric dealt with the person in charge of Susus, leaving Guis with an opportunity to redeem himself and make meritorious deeds.
This opportunity to make amends is to find a way to obtain new weapons and return Cyric to his position as the world's most advanced weapons production group.
And the order Cyric gave him was: no matter what the cost! It can be seen from this order how much attention the superiors attach to this matter.
If something goes wrong again, his fate will only be worse than that of the person in charge of Susas. In this case, he didn't care about anything else and could only bite the bullet and take action himself.
"Sir..." His subordinate wanted to continue to persuade him, but his words were interrupted by Giese waving his hand.
Just listen to Keith insisting: "Don't worry! I went to give him money, not to find trouble. I have the minister of the kingdom accompanying me, so it's not that easy to have an accident."
"Sir, please think about it again...your safety..." The subordinate looked loyal and loyal, and he was a born actor at first glance.
However, Giss still enjoyed the feeling of being cared about. He patted his subordinate on the shoulder with satisfaction, looking touched, but his words were very vicious: "Up to now, even our own enemies have I don’t know who it is! If I didn’t go there myself! Counting on you idiots, I might have been ripped off, and I don’t even know who I lost to!”
"My subordinate, go get ready." The subordinate was not discouraged, but still looked very respectful and exited the room.
Seeing this flattering subordinate leave the room, Giese complained disdainfully: "Working with people like you is such a despairing experience."
Walking to the door, he checked whether it was closed tightly, and then looked at his last remaining confidant: "Go to Beiling yourself... don't let anyone know, if you have a chance, just... ...Although Becky is the sharpest hunting dog I have, in terms of ferocity, how can a dog...be compared to a bear..."
His voice became softer and softer until he could no longer hear clearly from behind. The man's face gradually turned gloomy, and he replied in a low voice: "Yes!"
Outside the corridor, Guise's subordinate summoned an entourage: "Go to the lord's cellar and find a few bottles of good wine... He may have to go to Bunas himself."
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
"What are you going to do over there..." A charming woman yawned as she passed by and asked seductively.
"We, as servants, dare to ask more about your lord's affairs." The subordinates did not dare to offend this countess who was not familiar with Lord Guise. This widow came over from time to time and often stayed here.
"Go quickly! Go quickly!" This subordinate did not dare to complain to the countess who inherited her husband's noble title, but dared to whisper to the waiter on the side: "Don't delay your business!"
The waiter hurriedly ran to the basement where the wine was stored. The waiter standing beside him bowed slightly, letting the two of them pass, and inadvertently glanced at Keith's office not far away.
Soon, a note was sent out of the manor without anyone noticing. Not long after, a fast horse rushed out of the gate of the royal city and rushed in the direction of Bunas without looking back.
