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However, the Starship was never completed, and they could only remain in this desperate lucidity forever. They could either actively immerse themselves in the twilight dream, having a beautiful but illusory dream with the Terran ancestors sealed at the bottom of the Matrix, or activate an avatar to walk on the land of Terra and endure another kind of despair.

What despair, what pain, could be deeper than this?

As the helmsman, your ship will never set sail; as the navigator, your goal will drift further and further away from you.

As a leader, your people have fallen into ignorance and even your homeland has vanished;

As a pioneer, your civilization is now scarred and utterly destroyed;

As a stoker, the engine and my passion cooled down together in the cold night...

“I want to talk to Koschei…” the Doctor suddenly said at the routine meeting. Everyone was puzzled by his decision. “Wait a minute, Doctor, why do you suddenly want to do this? It’s too dangerous.” Ace, as a veteran of the security department, was the first to object. Was Duke Koschei someone to be trifled with? The “Undying Black Serpent” was a name that was famous.

“I have my own plan, and I will proceed according to it…” The Doctor shook his head. He couldn’t express his true intentions, and even an alien might not be able to understand them. Due to his consistent correctness, the operators did not object, except for Kal’tsit, who continued to look at him coldly.

"You remembered?"

"To be more precise, I don't remember the past, but earlier memories have become increasingly clear." The doctor himself is an expert in biology and medicine. "Perhaps it's because some memory neurons that were previously blocked due to stimulation have been reactivated..."

"And what about me!" Kal'tsit slammed her weight onto the table, her knuckles turning slightly white as she strained. "And Theresa, you've forgotten everything!?"

"I remember some of it, especially about you." The Doctor looked quietly at Kal'tsit before him, a hint of nostalgia and pity in his eyes.

In his memory, Kal'tsit was still that white-haired girl in the incubation tank. He vaguely remembered holding her hand as they walked through the laboratory before her skill information was inscribed. Her small face was indifferent and cold. But now she had all kinds of expressions, vivid and lively.

However, she probably doesn't remember either, right? The doctor pondered. Although it was inhumane, in the face of the sun's rage, humanity, morality, and ethics were nothing but fleeting bubbles. Not even a tombstone would remain, and no one would know whether anyone on this planet had made a choice that was in accordance with humanity.

Her memories and personality were erased, leaving only a blank brain so that she could be connected to the Sagittarius Brain Matrix as an "immortal vessel" for the "Immortal Avatar" project. Now it seems that the erasure was not thorough enough, as she still has her own consciousness and story—"This is not necessarily a bad thing," the doctor said with a relieved smile.

"Ahem—" Kal'tsit coughed softly, straightening up without revealing her expression. "Then get some rest and try to remember everything as soon as possible." Her face was flushed, almost imperceptibly.

“Yes, but I must go with Koschei this time. I need to ensure that he or she will not become an obstacle to the ‘Ark of Tomorrow’ project.”

The doctor looked at his palm, his five fingers slowly closing into a fist. Barbayaka, Dr. Ivanley's sister, shared the same name as his grandmother.

Ivan's grandmother, Barbayaga, was the greatest female scholar in Terra's history, also known as "the Old Witch," and her achievements included—

Originium Arts, or rather, her achievement was the successful development of the Originium Effect Field formula, an achievement almost as great as Maxwell's equations in electromagnetism.

Based on this, the early people were able to fully utilize Originium and its effect field to create phenomena that resembled magic. From this perspective, it is indeed true that she was called the Old Witch.

His sister also uses the same name. Of course, this is quite normal in Ursus; it's not uncommon for three generations of a family to share the same name.

For example, someone named Ivan Ivanovich means that he and his father were both named Ivan, implying that he is Ivan's son. If his grandfather also had this name, the suffix would be longer; this is common in Russian names.

The Doctor no longer remembers what the girl looked like when she was a young girl. He only remembers that he and Ivan Ray put her on the transport ship to the Starship, and he also remembers Ivan Ray curled up in the room, howling like a cub, holding the brain hardening gel cube.

But I can't remember what she looked like. I vaguely remember that she seemed to really like the kind of dresses that were popular in Syracuse, called "Gothic style," and she also liked black.

"I hope it's Ivan Ray himself," the doctor prayed silently. He didn't believe in any gods; the gods of Terra had never favored this planet or any life on it.

However, due to his emotional side, he still hoped to face Ivan Ray himself.

Dr. Ivan Ray, the grandfather of the current founding monarch of Ursus, a scientist of the Ursus race, and a member of Project Ark Tomorrow, dedicated everything he could to this land and its people—his life, knowledge, love, and even his family.

After the plan begins, they voluntarily remove their brains, seal them in an active gel, and store them in the Sailboat Decision Matrix, so as to forever pass on their knowledge and wisdom to future generations and guide them to a new home.

If it were Dr. Ivan Ray himself, the doctor would be absolutely certain to persuade him. He wouldn't need many tricks or words; he would simply need to present the data and probabilities, and the doctor would make the ideal judgment.

The decision-making group's brains cannot be resurrected; they are eternally imprisoned within the matrix. Ivan Ray, who voluntarily entered the decision-making group matrix, would never let his emotions hinder his judgment.

Meanwhile, in the Duchy of Kosichear, the Duke leisurely flipped through a children's picture book from Ursus, seemingly engrossed in it, until he was interrupted by a servant. "Oh, the evil spirits of Rhodes Island want to meet with me? How interesting. That fellow is said to have obtained some knowledge of the ancients, isn't he?" The Duke pondered for a moment, "Alright, that's settled then, I agree."

Since Talulah left, the Duke's mansion has become deserted. Duke Koschke has never married, nor even had a rumored lover. When he brought Talulah back, everyone was speculating that the Duke had finally changed his ways, and many people were even betting that the Duke's mansion might welcome a lady from Victoria as its mistress.

Clearly, the guy who made the bet lost everything, and the Duke of Kosiché still only had the Duke himself in the mansion.

Even the once gentle and kind Miss Talulah is gone, which saddens the servants who have served the Duke for generations.

Miss Talulah went to the Northern Plains. I wonder if she suffered in that harsh land. "Ugh, it's all those wretched infected people who dared to abduct the young lady," the old servants muttered under their breath.

In the Duke's territory, the conflict between the infected and ordinary people was very deep, almost to the point of irreconcilable differences. Talulah's departure was cleverly linked to the kidnapping by the infected, further intensifying the antagonism among the people. This made the Duke's rule much more stable, and he only needed to mediate between the two sides.

In the Reunion Movement office in the snowy plains, Talulah exclaimed as soon as she entered the room, "It's so hot!" She ripped open the collar of her shirt, grabbed a folder and fanned herself roughly, then grabbed the enamel water jug ​​on the desk, filled a large glass with iced soda from the vending machine, and drank it all in one gulp before she could catch her breath.

After the sweat on my body had dried a little, I turned on the air conditioner in the room and enjoyed the comfortable cool air.

Directing the summer harvest under the scorching sun is no easy task. Don't think that she has it easy just because she doesn't have to go to the fields. The farm workers who go to the fields only need to harvest their own plots and then they can rest, but she still has to run to the next harvest site to oversee it.

They also had to watch the crops being sent to the drying yard, supervise the rough-and-ready young workers as they dried and aired the crops until the harvest was delivered to the warehouse. They also had to check the warehouse capacity with the warehouse manager and arrange the shifts of the transport team. They were incredibly busy.

Of course, the heat and hard work were worthwhile. Outside the office, Ursus farmers were carrying firewood and tables and chairs under the moonlight and industrial lights, while the research team, who had also been busy in the fields all day, were helping out.

"Put down that fish! Let me show you what I can do!" The cheerful sound of bagpipes echoed across the farm as the girl jumped off the tractor, swishing her tail as she joined the food processing team.

The air was filled with the aroma of newly harvested grain, along with the rich scent of spices and the smoke from the campfire. Two farmer uncles pulled out two guitars from somewhere and sat by the campfire, playing and singing Ursus folk tunes, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

The slightly hoarse voices of the Ursus people, accompanied by folk tunes, created a unique atmosphere amidst the snow-covered mountains. Suddenly, the sound of Victorian flutes blended into the music, and then a Sarkaz immigrant from Victoria turned a porcelain basin around and gently tapped it to the rhythm as if it were a hand drum.

Talulah looked out the window and smiled slightly. The fatigue of the whole day didn't seem so unbearable anymore, until Alina came in. "Talulah, don't sit here in a daze. Go take a shower. You smell as bad as the pickled fish shop over there."

Obviously, there's no such thing as "beautiful girls don't sweat" in this world, much less the idea that a beautiful girl's sweat smells good. Therefore, Talulah, drenched in sweat, also exudes a strange, sour smell.

Well, Yelena can barely meet these two requirements, mainly because her body temperature is almost constant. Her Frost Originium Arts make it difficult for her to sweat. Although the fine sweat will have a smell, it is not as noticeable as the stronger hormones and feminine body fragrance.

The water splashed against her fair body, her delicate skin flushed a light pink from the hot water, yet her muscles and abs revealed her to be a seasoned warrior.

Talu stretched out her hand and wiped away the water vapor on the mirror. Looking at herself in the mirror, her hair was wet and stuck tightly to her cheeks.

Due to the labor and exercise, his cheeks had become thinner, and the wind and snow of Ursus had finally left their mark on him.

However, compared to the perfect, yet illusory, silver-haired nobleman in the Duke's mansion in the past, the person in the mirror now appears much more real, and there is no longer any confusion or wavering in his eyes.

With her crimson eyes blinking, the silver-haired dragon girl, suddenly seized by a playful impulse, made a comical face at herself in the mirror. "Slap!"

"Stop playing around, turn around, I'll scrub your back!" Alina came in wrapped in a bath towel.

"Ah, ah, Alina!"

“You only need to say the name once. You still have to attend the party and give a closing speech. Don’t waste time.” Alina slapped Talulah on the back as if she were dealing with a disobedient child at school.

"Oh—" The silver-haired dragon girl obediently turned around. She did have to attend the concluding remarks and didn't have much time to waste here. Besides, she also had to organize the summer planting and autumn harvest.

Even during the winter off-season, there are still many things to consider, such as fuel reserves and snow accumulation in the settlement, as well as the preparation and distribution of frostbite ointment. In short, there are countless things to do, and no time to wallow in self-pity.

Chapter Seventy: Edge of Tomorrow

Chapter 70

In Kazdel, the sweet potatoes are ready for harvest. Temporary farmers with hoes carefully turn over the tubers one by one and pile them on a cart.

Old Xia's sweet potatoes yield about 6000 to 8000 jin per mu. They contain a lot of crude fiber and about 15% starch. They are mainly used to produce crude fiber starch for processing into whole grains. They are often used in the Star Alliance's standard nutritionally balanced meals and are considered a type of meal for sick people.

The mountains of grain were a sight the ranchers of North Kazdel had never seen before. Grain meant survival, and survival was the most extravagant prize on this land.

Sweet potato vines, leaves, and tubers will all be sent to the automated processing center set up by Lao Xia. These are raw materials that meet the Star Alliance standards, so there's no need to use the agricultural machinery he's thinking of; he can just use modern high-tech products.

This equipment was originally designed to produce coarse fiber powder for human consumption. However, Lao Xia changed the production formula, producing mixed sweet potato flour with excessive cellulose and oxalic acid according to livestock feed standards. It was bitter and coarse, but it could indeed fill one's stomach.

According to local custom, 85% of the mixed sweet potato flour is combined with the green pulp of crushed sweet potato leaves. The resulting yellow-green cakes are quite durable and have almost no moisture, but they are dry and astringent, with a rather unpleasant taste.

However, compared to their original cakes made with mud and wild grass, this was already a more proper staple food. These mixed powders would then be stored and await the organization of caravans to begin dumping them from north to south throughout Kazdel.

Relying on the local caravans' limited cargo volume is insufficient; Lao Xia also needs to establish a warehousing and distribution center.

However, compared to the nomadic areas of North Kazdel, the settled areas of South Kazdel were his main market.

Destroying the economy of nomadic tribes doesn't require sophisticated methods like dumping grain. Simply pay with hard currency, Lungmen Dollars, then collude with the merchant guild on the other side of Lungmen to double the price of goods and suppress the purchase price of livestock by 30%.

This is a very simple business economic warfare tactic. Tribal chiefs and nobles will find that the price of livestock has dropped, their Lungmen Dollars are becoming scarce, and commodity prices have risen. In order to preserve their wealth and avoid losses, their inevitable choice is to "sell livestock but not buy any commodities or reduce the amount of commodities purchased"—a simple loss-cutting behavior.

Originally, a flock of sheep could be exchanged for enough salt for the entire tribe, but now it can only be exchanged for half. So the simplest solution is to exchange it for Lungmen currency, which does not depreciate and is used on the mainland. This measure is easy to understand.

The problem is, once winter arrives, without food, fuel, salt, and iron, Lungmen dollars are neither edible nor wearable, making the ensuing situation easier to understand—

Of course, this has nothing to do with those nobles. Even so, they have enough supplies to get through the winter comfortably. But what about those poor herders and slaves who have no food to last the night?

Then they can only wait to die. At that time, the entire Longnan Desert will be a hellish place where people can't live. Then, those herders will start to flee one after another, either to the south, or to the north, or to the west to join the increasingly brutal civil war.

Either way, it would increase the burden on the remaining forces in Kazdel, making them even more in need of food to feed these refugees.

Of course, these people were also high-quality soldiers, and Lao Xia's grain was enough to feed these refugees. As a result, the market purchase price decreased and the farmers' taxes increased.

[During the Yongle reign of the Ming Dynasty, a similar tactic was employed against the then-existing Mongol Empire. Large quantities of cattle and sheep were purchased, and while prices were driven down, a large influx of fine copper coins flowed into the grasslands. The result was not that the Mongol Empire became wealthy, but rather that it simply submitted, because the nobles preferred hoarding the valuable coins rather than buying anything.]

Besides sweet potatoes, the farm also harvested a large amount of crabapples and carrots. After washing, crushing, stirring, pulping, adding water and corn syrup, a "mixed fruit and vegetable juice" with a slightly strange taste was made. Lao Xia did not hesitate to label it as a healthy drink and prepared to sell it in Longmen. He thought that white-collar workers and the wealthy would like this kind of thing.

This kind of thing is very common in the Star Alliance. After all, according to food testing standards, it is indeed as healthy as it gets, with all kinds of vitamins, low sugar, low calories, and rich in fiber. As for the problem of poor taste, there are Soul Eaters to buy it.

Different eras and societies with varying levels of productivity employ different methods of exploiting people. For instance, this approach might not work on the Sarkaz, but it's incredibly effective at exploiting the middle class in Lungmen. Of course, it's also incredibly effective at exploiting the overly privileged Soul Eaters of the Covenant.

So, what do you use to cut down the Sarkaz?

"Selling weapons? Are you crazy?" W looked horrified. Had this guy gone mad with greed?

"They'll buy weapons and then come to attack us! Don't think your economic theories work here. Yes, they need to sell their entire flock of sheep to buy good weapons, but after they get the weapons, will they continue to raise sheep for you? They'll use them to rob their neighbors right away!"

"And who is the richest neighbor in the entire Longnan Desert? It's us!"

"Stop right there. What I meant by selling weapons was saturation sales..." Old Xia said. "If we don't arm those herders, how can they possibly be a match for those professional warriors?"

“We are also a wealthy neighbor. If you arm them, they will no longer be herders!”

"Yes, but which would you choose to rob: a farm with strong military defenses or a nearby prince? Would you travel thousands of miles across the wilderness, or simply target the nobles around you? Especially when they take your cattle and sheep."

“You’re oversimplifying things. As your security advisor, I object to this proposal.” W shook his head. “You always like to measure things in the manner of a rational person. But people aren’t rational, at least not the Sarkaz here.”

"Alright, let's put that issue aside for now. So how do we get those herders to take up arms and wipe out those nobles and chieftains for us? How do we get them to join us willingly?"

"You've done enough."

"However, it's not very efficient. I mean, the clearing is not very efficient. The herdsmen with only bone weapons can't possibly fight against elite warriors, and the poor tribes in the north are no match for the wealthy neighbors in the south."

Kazdel is not a place of balanced development. Of course, there are no truly balanced countries in the world.

South Africa's capital boasts a modern landscape. However, heading north to the border region, only tribal people remain. Similarly, even in China, the most remote mountains and the nearest cities seem to exist in two different eras.

These tribal people are absolutely no match for the mercenary groups and towns in the central region, a point that W and Mudrock both agree on, and they are even less likely to be able to defeat them in the south.

Big Bob stated that the mercenaries hired by the farms in the south could even be equipped with standard heavy armor. Even the old equipment that Ursus had phased out was still standard equipment, and the mixed-use equipment of the central and northern tribes and mercenaries was not an opponent they could defeat.

The further south you go, the more fertile and prosperous Kazdel becomes after crossing the mountains. Prosperity means you can support full-time warriors and a large number of workers, thus developing industry and commerce. Industry and commerce mean that they can produce standardized equipment, even if the technology is backward, it will still be a professional army, not a loose tribal alliance.

Mudrock rarely offers suggestions about "selling staffs," but when she does, they are always well-considered. "Sarkaz are generally not allowed to obtain staffs." This is a prohibition against selling staffs in Kazdel by various countries, because it would be too much for someone of Demon Lord blood to possess a staff.

"The herders won't learn Originium magic; they don't have the learning curve."