Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 470 Goodbye Fendona

The news came in the afternoon.

Lin Mo had just finished eating and was about to study magic in his office when his communicator rang.

Representatives from various ethnic groups requested a face-to-face discussion regarding the retention or dismissal of personnel involved in the seed program.

He stood up and muttered to himself:

"They arrived quite quickly."

Everyone had arrived at the open space outside the command post.

The Holy Human, Kyle, stood ramrod straight in his white robe, his expression maintaining his usual aloofness.

Thorin the dwarf had his beard sticking up and his eyes darting around, as if he were doing some calculations.

Grom, the centaur, was plump and strong, his four hooves pounding the ground, his head bowed, seemingly lost in thought.

The dragon Adis lay half-reclined at the edge of the clearing, its scales gleaming metallic in the sunlight, its tail lazily sweeping across the ground.

Lin Mo glanced around and his gaze settled on the elves.

To his surprise, it wasn't Elder Muyu who came.

Emerald green eyes, a moon-white fitted robe adorned with the flowers and plants unique to the Elven race, and silver hair gently ruffled by the wind...

She was like a celestial being descended to earth, ethereal and otherworldly.

It's Fendona!

"Why are you here?"

Lin Mo had just opened his mouth when Fendona saw him.

She was clearly taken aback, then her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, and the corners of her mouth turned up.

But soon, her expression turned icy cold, she turned her head away, and gave a soft snort.

Lin Mo: "..."

He touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed.

He stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Princess Fendona has become even more beautiful in the two months I haven't seen her."

Fendona turned her face away from him and remained silent.

Thorin, standing beside him, glanced at him sideways and chuckled:

"What's wrong? Do you owe them something?"

Lin Mo coughed lightly, choosing not to respond.

He did owe it, and it was a reply.

The soldiers of the Great Xia had already brought chairs and arranged them in the open space, adjusting the spacing according to the body size of each ethnic group.

Adis was too big to fit inside, so everyone sat down outside.

The dragon lay on its side, its eyes half-closed, its expression carrying a nonchalant air of "since they're here, I don't really care."

Lin Mo and Zhao Gang sat down opposite each other.

Zhao Gang spoke first, his tone unhurried:

"We have a guess as to why you've come here—it's about the placement of personnel for the Seed Project, right?"

"Please feel free to share your thoughts."

Kyle nodded, indicating that he should speak first.

His voice was steady, and his words were clear:

"Now that the great war is over and Terra is stable, the elites of all races should return."

"We request that Daxia send back all personnel involved in the Seed Project and return the materials and resources that were originally delivered."

The others nodded in agreement.

Clearly, they had already discussed it beforehand.

Zhao Gang didn't speak, but looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo rested his chin on his hand, slowly glanced around, and began to speak:

"We can send the person back."

He paused.

"However, the supplies cannot be returned."

The moment the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the open space tensed.

Thorin slammed his hand on the armrest first, his beard bristling:

"What kind of logic is this? Although you gave us a nuclear bomb, that was to pay our dwarven craftsmen for engraving runes on your spaceship."

"Our clan also provided quite a bit of ore and runes!"

Grom also frowned, but didn't say anything.

The orcs didn't have much to offer at the time, except that they promised a few seventh-tier warriors to serve the Great Xia for a year.

Kyle didn't say anything either. Now that Lin Mo was the Holy Son, appointed by the Pope, it wasn't appropriate to question him too much.

The dragon Adis snorted coldly, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Lin Mo raised his hand, signaling everyone to calm down.

"The supplies have already been distributed and used in Great Xia. Returning them untouched is simply impossible." His tone was calm, without the slightest hint of guilt.

"But Great Xia isn't going to take it for free."

He brought up a file on the terminal.

"All the supplies delivered at the time can be converted into gold coins at market price and deposited into the procurement accounts of each ethnic group in the Great Xia."

"You've just finished a war, and you're facing significant shortages of ammunition, armor, and weapons. The balance in your account can be used to offset subsequent purchase costs."

The scene was quiet for two seconds.

Representatives from various ethnic groups looked at each other, remaining silent for a moment.

Just then, a voice came from the side, melodious and clear, yet tinged with resentment:

"That's unnecessary."

Lin Mo turned his head and saw Fendona staring at him, her emerald green eyes saying, "Don't think this is the end of it."

"We can't possibly spend it all," she said curtly.

"You've just changed your wording, but you're still not going to refund."

Lin Mo smiled.

This girl is still angry.

"Can't spend it all?" He shook his head.

"Don't worry, Princess, we'll definitely have enough to spend."

Fendona: "Hmph."

Lin Mo didn't argue with her, but turned to the others and spoke slowly:

"You have all visited the Great Xia Dynasty and seen our underground city."

"Toothbrushes, soap, light bulbs—you might think they're just novel, but what happens after you've used them for a while?"

Thorin opened his mouth slightly, his eyes began to wander, and his thoughts returned to Great Xia.

"A mobile phone can make calls in real time, and it can also be used for entertainment," Lin Mo continued.

"And there's electricity. Once it's built, we won't have to rely on burning charcoal for heating in winter, and we won't have to endure the heat in summer. Electric lights will provide illumination, and there will be plenty of food in Daxia..."

He added casually:

"Hot pot, barbecue, and all kinds of drinks and alcohol—Elder Thorin should remember them."

Thorin suddenly looked up, his beard twitching.

Of course he remembered it.

That meal of baijiu and tofu pudding was the most amazing meal he had ever eaten in his hundreds of years of life.

There's also hot pot, barbecue, and so on.

"Hiss—" He wiped his drool.

Grom slowly straightened up; the roasted meat from Great Xia smelled wonderful.

Although neither Adis nor Fendona had been there, they had both heard of it.

Lin Mo observed this without showing any emotion.

Fendona wrinkled her little nose, still with a cold face.

Zhao Gang spoke at this moment, his tone more composed than Lin Mo's:

"What Da Xia means is that the supplies will not be returned or exchanged, but the remaining balance will be in your account and you can use it at any time."

"We will continue to fulfill our commitments to deliver weapons and equipment to all ethnic groups, and subsequent trade channels will remain open in the long term."

"In addition—" he paused.

"Seed Project personnel from all races, we recommend that you remain on Earth."

The atmosphere changed again after those words were spoken.

Kyle frowned slightly: "We have already offered to bring them back."

Upon hearing this, and seeing that the other party was still at a stalemate, Zhao Gang immediately said:

"You are all aware of the situation in Terra."

"Whether the demon wormholes have been completely eliminated is still uncertain."

"What if," Lin Mo slowly picked up the conversation.

"How about a few more Tier 8 monsters?"

The open space fell completely silent.

These words struck a nerve with everyone.

A century ago, Terra gathered the strongest forces of all its races and barely managed to win, at a terrible cost.

This time, it was the technology of the Great Xia that single-handedly saved the day.

What about next time?

No one can guarantee that the Great Xia Dynasty will be able to make it in time for the next one.

The Seed Project is essentially about leaving a root for each race on another planet.

Everyone fell silent.