The Original Seeker Chapter 855: Slow
"If you say so, you can't even touch it." The two couldn't help thinking.
Since Bai Mo's hint is so obvious, they can basically confirm that there must be his shadow behind the black magic, and Cuomo, this silly boy, is just the right time.
"The matter is big, and the matter of black magic, we will study it with other electors in the Imperial Council." Ye Dexian did not refuse face-to-face, but kicked a ball.
"If I said that the birth of black magic itself really has nothing to do with my body, would you believe it?" Bai Mo asked suddenly.
"..."
After leaving this rhetorical question, Bai Mo's consciousness began to slowly dissipate in the air.
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"Do you believe what he said?" After arranging dozens of investigative spells and confirming that there was no lingering consciousness around him, Xiliu was silent for a long time and asked.
"As far as I know him, he doesn't bother to lie directly, but his lies are often presented in a way that only tells half of the truth."
Ye Dexian hadn't made his mark hundreds of years ago. He was still an unknown young man. He used to be an assistant to the "Baizhi" for a period of time. He helped them organize their information and run errands back and forth. The information has a more in-depth understanding.
"Believe it or not, I will definitely not touch black magic." Xiliu said.
"I will submit today's information to the Imperial Council for discussion."
"Vinice used black magic to kill your avatar, just forget it?"
"When she takes that step, I will calculate another ledger." Ye Dexian replied calmly.
"Why don't you say that they can't understand my painstaking efforts? It took more than a hundred years to fly to the nearest neighboring galaxy, which is rich in matter, with the impoverished cosmic navigation technology of the empire."
"For more than a hundred years, except for a few newly discovered small worlds, the huge empire has not received any material money at all. It has been consuming its inventory until it has entered the Proximal Galaxy to get new supplies."
"If many monks are allowed to upgrade at will, as before, all kinds of heaven and earth spirits will only be quickly consumed, and then they will fall into greater disaster."
"In their eyes, I'm just waiting for people who are blocking the way for my own sake, how can I hear it."
"According to the current development speed, most of the material in the Proxima Galaxy will be mined in 83 years. However, the next galaxy, at the speed of our fleet, will take nearly 300 years to fly."
"Even based on the current number of transcendents, the development of a complete reserve of spiritual materials in the neighboring galaxy can only meet the needs of less than four hundred years. If there are more monks, I will fly away. The resource inventory of the next galaxy is not enough."
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They feel that they are not simply suppressing the latecomers for their own selfish desires, but the universe is really desperate, and the empire's interstellar navigation technology has not been able to keep up.
Feeding many civilians is not difficult, but many cultivation resources, geniuses and treasures, lack access to obtain, so we can only artificially limit the number of advanced cultivators to protect the rights of existing cultivators.
"We are still too slow." Xiliu couldn't help feeling sighed.
The next target galaxy is close to 30 light-years away from the neighboring galaxy. Even if it is flying at the speed of light, it will take more than 30 years to fly without sleep.
The current technology of the empire can only support the main fleet to advance at one-tenth the speed of light.
One-tenth of the speed of light is super-extreme speed that cannot be reflected in the present world, but when viewed from the perspective of the universe, it is still as slow as a tortoise.
With a distance of thirty light years, the imperial fleet needs to fly continuously for three hundred years, which is the time of ten generations of mortals.
Even a Tier 6 monk with a life span of nearly three thousand means that another tenth of his life will be consumed on a long journey.
As for a mortal, it will be the relay of life for several generations. The baby at the time of departure, I am afraid that only his great-great-grandson, grandson of his grandson, will have such a glimmer of hope to have the opportunity to set foot on the destination.
Unfortunately, there is no way. Although the Imperial Academy of Sciences has worked hard for more than three hundred years, it is still far from the super-light-speed navigation technology.
If one day does not exceed the speed of light, one day can only go on with the existing methods and systems.
Trillions of people, tens of billions of monks waiting to be nurtured will be born. They will eat up all the training resources along the way, and then continue to the next place with abundant spiritual materials.
In fact, the technology of artificially planting and cultivating middle and high-level spiritual flowers and spiritual plants, or industrial synthesis to generate various spiritual materials has also been quite mature, but it is generally time-consuming and long. In the absence of "innate aura", it is always easy. It takes hundreds of years to gain something.
For the fast-expanding monk team, it is undoubtedly that distant water cannot save near thirst.
The acquisition time period for mid-to-high-end resources is too long, and there are too many monks and porridges. This is the fundamental reason why many true immortals agree to secretly support and restrict latecomers.
They don't want to be the high-ranking monks of the ruling class, and they also need to fight against each other because of the fierce competition for survival.
On the contrary, they are ordinary people who can't cultivate. Under the current technological level of the empire~IndoMTL.com~, even if they live on the leader ship all their lives, they can actually live on, without worrying about every day like the extraordinary.
The empire inherited a special policy of the Huaya Federation in the age of the earth—an unconditional fixed monthly payment.
Any imperial citizen with an identity ID will receive a monthly income of one thousand imperial yuan in their terminal account to support the most basic needs of life.
The fully industrialized artificial meat and synthetic starch, as well as many daily necessities that have been fully automated, are extremely cheap. The cost of living for a single person is 1,000 empires a month. There is no problem in living.
As for the cost of issuing money... It seems that most of the prices of goods have not changed over the years. After all, one thousand yuan has been in the hands of the poor, and they have to buy all kinds of necessities before they are covered. Road clothing, food, housing and transportation shops on hand.
The various shops trace their roots, and in the end they can almost be attributed to the background of certain characters.
It is with this in mind that the empire is happy with such a policy of issuing money.
Before the money was issued, the money was only from the imperial treasury. After the money was issued, the profits from consumption went to one's own pockets.
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"Report to Her Majesty, the Imperial Speaker is about to hold a meeting." In Sanshou Palace, a female officer hurriedly walked from the communication room.
"I see, step back."
"Komoqing, do you want to attend the meeting together?"
"No more."
If Cuomo yesterday heard such words, he would happily disguise as the queen’s adjutant and walk into the parliament hall together.
And now, as long as he thinks of the relationship between the two of them just using each other, he feels uncomfortable even being close to each other.
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