I Became a God in a Horror Game

around the mining area.

The speed of Mu Sicheng's action began to slow down. He cautiously looked at the golden sculpture gathered at the entrance of the mine not far away, moved the headset to his lips, and reported in a low voice, "I saw the humanoid sculpture."

After speaking, he took a photo and sent it over.

The human-shaped gold sculptures in the photo are fixed at the entrance of the mine in various poses. Their expressions and expressions are very excited and hideous. Some sculptures even hold banners and seem to be raising their arms and shouting.

"The banner says [Never hand over the gold mine]." Mu Ke translated, "There are some swear words, I will not translate them here."

"Actually, I'm a little weird."

Mu Ke thought thoughtfully: "The newspaper I read before said that after a period of decline in gold mines, there was an explosive secondary growth. The map found by Mu Sicheng stated that the gold mines recently The increment also confirmed this. There must be something wrong with this second batch of gold, otherwise there would not have been a large number of new miners suffering from strange organ sclerosis diseases, and it is precisely because of this second gold increase that Georgia handed over the mining area The resistance has greatly increased, and the people have seen the hope of gold growth, and it is impossible to agree to the handover again.”

"But the problem is..."

"It is written in the fairy tale that God will only supply gold for a thousand years." Bai Liu calmly continued, "If it is the god we know, after the one thousand year appointment, he will definitely stop the supply of gold in an instant according to the transaction, not at all. It may be right to continue to supply gold, the second outbreak of this batch of gold mines is not normal."

"And Georgia is so determined to hand over the gold mine to the Heresy Processing Bureau, there is also a problem."

"He was a prince at the time. Even if he realized that there was a problem with the minerals, the most reasonable way was to investigate and deal with it after the closure. It is impossible to easily hand over the source of national dependence to the foreign organization of the Heresy Processing Bureau. This approach will also be more profitable. support."

"There is still room for things to turn around, and Georgia's approach could have been less radical." Bai Liu paused, "But it should be some third-party factor that inspired the contradiction between the two sides."

"This third-party factor must be something that Georgia cannot stop, that is, force majeure." Liu Jiayi continued to speak after a moment of contemplation, "and this force majeure factor should be introduced by internal people, and there are many people who support it. Otherwise, Georgia would not choose to cooperate with foreign countries."

"And this force majeure makes Georgia think that only the Heresy Processing Bureau can handle..."

It is inferred that Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu both stopped.

The specific content of this force majeure factor is ready to be revealed.

Bai Liu calmly said the answer: "At that time, in the ancient Loren Kingdom, someone sought cooperation and transactions with the gods again, so that the gold mine could continue to produce."

13 The mining area is located in the interior of the mountains. From the blasted exit of the mountain, ride the minecart down the long-built track. The two sides are like relics and treasures. They are all piles and clusters of gold mines. It doesn't take much effort to refine it after excavation, and it is already gold of quite high purity.

But twelve years ago, such a situation that lasted for a thousand years no longer existed in Ancient Loren.

After the long winter break, the first car mine in the spring was not even filled with half the mine car. The people looked at the miners sitting on the mine car in fear and confusion. Everyone was waiting for the first car of the gold mine in the spring to be ground. The golden dust is sprinkled high in the sky - this is the ceremony of the arrival of spring in Gloren.

But that year was canceled, and everyone knew that with such a barren output, they couldn't hold such an extravagant ceremony.

It was like some kind of revelation that spring in Gloren would never come again.

The mines of gold are declining month by month, the streets are full of unemployed miners and crying children, the monthly gold distribution by the Gold Issuance Office has halved, and his father is sitting in front of the fence, overlooking as if he is about to walk into an invisible edge. In winter, Guloren can't sleep all night long.

But Georgia was unusually calm, and he knew that day would come.

Guloren without gold is a disaster in everyone's eyes, but in Georgia's eyes, this may be an opportunity, an opportunity for everyone to go out.

Everyone has been trapped in this gold mine-like country for too long. A thousand years is enough to make everyone fear the outside world. Of course, there are indeed scary things in the outside world, but it is better than a ancient Loren without gold. Much better.

Georgia, who had already made a record, patted his father's shoulder on the night when his father knelt down and hugged him and cried bitterly.

His father raised his head tearfully: "Do you have a way to make Gloren produce gold again?"

"I don't," Georgia replied peacefully, "but father, talent is a country's most precious gold."

"As long as there are people, no matter how long the winter is, everyone can get through it. We have not reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted. The mining area is still producing gold. We will save this gold and open the window of ancient Loren to communicate with the outside world. Cooperation, exchange, and struggle, in this process, everyone's will will become stronger, and our country will become stable and strong."

"...You ask me to think about it again," his father said in a trance. "Think again."

Georgia guessed that there would be a lot of resistance in what he was going to do, but it was not absolutely impossible, but maybe naivety might be something in the bones of every ancient Loren-he naively thought that God would not come again, this would no longer be happy. Happy, believe in fairy tales of the ancient Loren country.

He also naively forgot that the pain equivalent to a thousand years of gold cannot be covered by the howling of a child.

When Georgia was nervously and carefully implementing his own filing, he heard a lot of strange voices from the court, and some ministers began to chat with his father frequently night and night. At that time, he mistakenly thought it was his own filing. His behavior caught the attention of these old-fashioned ministers, who objected to his father, but Georgia didn't care because the filing was going smoothly.

Until one day, his father found him and squeezed his hand nervously and excitedly: "We have found God!"

"He is willing to trade with us again!"

At that moment, Georgia's mind was blank, and he could only subconsciously ask: "God?"

"Yes!" His father was so excited that he almost jumped up, "Our high priest heard from the Holy See that there was a guest who would sell the island suspended in the sea, very similar to the god we described, the high priest spent After a lot of hard work, the other party is finally willing to meet us!"

"He will come to Guloren today, and I asked the people from the distribution office to welcome him at the gate of the country!"

"Let's not say whether he is a god or not." Georgia pushed down his excited father's hand and shook his shoulder, leaning on the table to try to keep calm, he raised his head and asked coldly, "Even if he is, the god at this moment is here to take our pain. What are you going to do? What can you do?"

Under Georgia's gaze, his father became a little uneasy and cowardly: "...The guest said that he could trade with us again."

"The content of the transaction..." Georgia almost tried her best to control her roar, but calmly asked, "What is it?"

"He can supply us with gold for a period of time, through a special stone [pointing stone]." His father explained a little nervously, "We have tested this stone, just need to bury it in the ground, the gold mine will indeed There is a large increase, and no clear side effects have been found, so you don’t have to worry so much!”

"There's no gold in this world, father." Georgia closed his eyes. "What does he want?"

After a long silence, his father said, "Pain."

"He said that when the time comes, the pain will be charged to us."

"When the time comes, when is it?" Georgia opened his eyes and asked softly, the disappointment in his eyes uncontrollable.

"At least not today, not this year!" His father also became angry, pounding the table, "At least the touchstone he brought can make our people have a good spring this year! At least let the children have a good time in This year, I can lie down at home listening to fairy tales and sleep peacefully! At least tonight, after the golden stone is buried in the mining area, I will not hear the cry of people who are afraid of not being able to survive at night!”

"Georgia, why do you keep thinking so far!"

"I can't handle the things in front of me. Is such a distant thing really related to us?!"

"What if he comes to collect the pain, after the next thousand years?!"

Georgia was silent, fists clenched, and the king questioned aggressively, pointing out the window, staring straight at Georgia: "Would you like to see these people struggling outside?"

"There is no more gold this spring. When winter comes, they will starve to death. Do you want them to starve to death this winter?"

"Put my strategy and your strategy together, who do you think the public will support?!"

Georgia took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently: "But..."

"No but!" The king slapped the table sternly, "The most important thing is to keep the people in front of you alive. Those long-term considerations of yours will be discussed later!"

Looking at Georgia's white lips, the king paused and eased his tone: "For those strategies of yours recently, just pause for a while."

"You are very tired doing these things. During this time... take a good rest."

When Georgia walked out of the palace, there was no expression on his face. It was as if his soul had been drawn out of his body. He walked down the street in despair, surrounded by closed shops, daily necessities with rising prices, and broken fingers and a sad face. The man who counts how long his gold will last.

His face is well known to many people, so whenever he passed a person, someone would ask him expectantly:

"His Royal Highness, when will the gold be issued?"

"When will the mining area resume work?"

"Gloren wouldn't be without gold, would it?"

"God won't abandon us, will he?"

In front of those innocent, almost frightened eyes, Georgia opened his mouth, but did not say the last word, the heart in his chest was beating violently, and the blood was hot because of some kind of turbulent emotion-in his very heart As a child, before he learned to draw a bow, he learned to control his emotions.

The crown prince cannot be impulsive and emotional, and his every move must comply with regulations, be elegant, decent, be nationally oriented, and must not have any inappropriate behavior, so in order to do all this, Georgia almost rigorously trained Himself, after he was five years old, hadn't cried—because it was indecent.

When Armand would cry because of the fall, Georgia would just pat his bleeding knee and get up, and then carry his brother who was lying on the ground with tears in his back, as if nothing had happened, step by step Go to the palace.

"Don't run so fast next time, Armand." Little Georgia reprimanded his brother calmly, "It doesn't look like a prince at all."

Armand sobbed and wondered: "Brother, you fell too, don't you feel pain?"

Georgia paused: "It hurts."

Armand whispered: "Then brother, why don't you cry?"

"Because if even the crown prince of this country is crying because of this pain." Georgia raised his head, he looked at the brightly lit Gloren, his voice was very soft, "Then who will bear the price of the deal with God for them?"

"Well, then I won't cry anymore." Armand said shyly.

"No." Georgia paused. "You're just a child, not the crown prince. It's normal for a child to cry."

"Just don't cry in front of people, Armand."

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