Chapter 1598: Well, foreign language teaches well.

Suddenly quiet in the Chamber, Michael and Roland fell into meditation.
McGonagall did not speak either. He probably knows a little more than the two of them, but so far it is still not certain whether his judgment is correct.
"If it is the former, then the world was completely destroyed under the scourge of the old dominators. The world civilization has experienced a very long fault, and it took a long time to develop into what it is now." Michael frowned: "But, are those guys really able to live so long?"
"If their strength is strong enough to destroy the world and spend some long time in this way, I don't think it's hard to understand." McGonagall calmly said: "And, the races are for them. Like a leek, cut one after another."
"Amount... This is true." Michael opened his mouth and was speechless.
"If it is a complete fault in the inheritance, who is doing this? If it is the ancestor of all ethnic groups, knowing that there are terrible demons, shouldn’t warnings and warnings for the younger generation?" Roland put forward his own doubt.
"The dragons believe in the dragon gods, the demon people believe in their own demon gods, the orc people believe in the beast gods, the elves believe in the of life, almost all races have their own beliefs, forming a strong belief.
It is assumed that the strength of these gods is determined by beliefs. Doomsday dominance is strong by controlling various ethnic groups to believe in themselves. The evil spirits have very powerful means to deceive people and can easily corrode and control those who are deficient in the soul. .
The best way to get the Nolan continent out of the dominator is not to let everyone wake it up, but to completely forget it and sever the connection with him. Therefore, the gods of all ethnic groups may, after sealing the doomsday dominator, erase all records related to it and the memory of all people in Nolan. Meg slightly frowned: "These are my inferences."

"The gods of all ethnic groups are mostly only in the legend. Although they can get some supernatural gifts, is it really a gift from the gods, even if I can't make a certain judgment now?" Michael shook his head and thought about it. Again: "As for the power of faith, if the gods really exist, it may be true. Otherwise, there will be no worship of the gods in all ethnic groups."
"The two kinds of inferences, if it is the latter, at least the various families also have the guardian of the gods, but if it is the former, how should we deal with the doomsday dominators who have begun to be eager to become the most difficult thing." Roland frowned.
"No matter what kind of thing, the most important thing for us at the moment is to immediately end the trend of hegemony that various ethnic groups may appear, to alert the entire continent to the emergence of black fog, and to find the doomsday dominator, to kill it completely, or to impose more For a complex and firm seal." McGonagall said solemnly.
Both Michael and Roland nod, as Meg said, this is what they can do now.
"This is the stone statue that Rex handed over to me. The stone statue that was obtained at the site of the Oba tribe at that time should be the evil spirit that the Erba tribe worshipped and worshipped at the time." McGonagall took the stone statue from the stone sarcophagus and placed it on the table.
"This ugly thing that makes people feel disgusted, why is it the totem of the Erba tribe?" Ang Michael looked at the stone statue, only to feel a hint of gloom in his heart, and quickly removed his gaze.
"This is exactly what makes it strange. If the tragedy of the Oba tribe spread to the entire Nolan continent, it must be a human tragedy." McGonagall took up the stone statue, and its appearance made the chambers cold.
"The Grey Temple will refer to the investigation of the black fog and doomsday dominance to the highest level of authority, full investigation and monitoring." Roland Shen Shen.
Michael also said: "The city government will try to establish contact with the various ethnic groups and exchange restraint with the various ethnic groups. Before there is no definite evidence, it is difficult to let the races of all ethnic groups disappear completely."
"Well, I will continue to pay attention to this matter. If there is anything I think of, I will dock with you in time." McGonagall nodded.
The trio had a brief discussion on the black fog and doomsday dominators, but the information currently available is too small to discuss what is substantive.
However, the three have reached a consensus that it is necessary to produce persuasive evidence before the various ethnic peace talks so that the various ethnic groups can unite and fight against the common enemy that may arise.
"Mae Boss, I heard that you turned the best winemakers of the Fak tribe back?" Out of the Chamber, Michael looked at Meg and smiled.
"Not abduct, she is willing." McGonagall looked at Roland with a smile. "It is still the informant of the Grey Temple, but with her ability to stay in the Fakk department for a lifetime, I am going to waste, so I will go to the Roland Hall." I have to be personal."
"Old Sim is the best informant of the Grey Temple in the Fak tribe, but the boss of Mai has made us lose a lot of gray temples." Roland's face also showed a smile.
McGonagall gave a speech and Dix personally sent him back to the restaurant.
"The investigation of the Ministry of Property Rights?" Michael looked at Roland and lowered his voice.
"It has basically ended. From the results, you need to recruit a lot of people again." Roland took a parchment from his arms and handed it over.
Michael began to look at the parchment for a while, his face became darker and darker. After a while, he put it down. Some of them were annoyed: "These guys are really insatiable, they have a little power in their hands, they really regard themselves as an official. I made the property department look like this under my eyes!"
"These are able to be investigated. As for the hidden deeper transactions, if necessary, the Grey Temple can also be dug up." Roland is quite calm.
"Not only the Ministry of Property Rights, but also the Marquis family. In these years, there is really no money and energy to operate. They all regard the city government as their own. If you want to open any proof, you can prove it!" Michael frowned.
"In the past few years, because of Bennet's relationship, many industries of the Marques family have begun to diverge between black and white. If they need to be rehabilitated, they can always make them hurt."
"That's a good idea to investigate, don't let Bowen have a good pain, he is afraid to forget who he is." Michael coldly said: "The warehouse has just been a little empty, and the development of steam locomotives is very burning. Things."
"Yes, I will let them start the investigation of the Marques family when I go back." Roland nodded slightly.
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"Minister, what are the little beautiful people who sent you to your house last night?" In a luxurious box, Bowen looked at the middle-aged man who was trapped in the double beauty of the two beautiful women. Road.
"Well, the foreign language teaches well." The middle-aged man nodded with a satisfied face, and his hands were a little restless in the arms of the two beautiful people walking.
Bowen’s mouth was slightly tilted, watching the man continue:
The final ruling of the property and industry in Bennet...

"I will give you approval tomorrow." The middle-aged man waved his hand and his eyes fell on Bowen's body. His eyes narrowed and he smiled and said: "Old rules, you are seven, I am three."