Chapter 4173

"Yes, the Temple of Eternity is located in a void; that place is not somewhere you can fly to. Dimensional jumping doesn't work either. Without coordinates, there is no way to arrive using any ordinary method, so don't waste your effort. I will relay any news to you, and don't worry too much."

"That's right, abstract entities have emotions. They are personified law forces, and their personalities are all different. If you have to say, the personalities of Eternity and Death are more lively, while the others are all a bit introverted..."

"Dimensional demons are also a rare thing for you? Not necessarily, right? But they are indeed more mysterious than ordinary demons; after all, they possess their own dimensions and don't show up much usually. Oh, you've met Mephisto? That cunning old goat..."

"I'm usually too busy; after finishing surgery, I have to go to the magic academy to teach students, and then go back to Kamar-Taj to handle affairs. But recently Kamar-Taj has high-speed rail, and I can even go to Sichuan for lunch..."

"You're talking about mutants? Their magic is not quite the same as the kind I use. They belong to talent and must have that kind of gene to use it. Mine doesn't need that, but I still need to have some magic talent; this thing is very metaphysical. If you have it, you have it; if you don't, you don't."

"Electronic life? Of course not. How can pure logic organisms learn magic? They don't even have associative ability, so they definitely can't learn it. Robots can't either, unless it's the kind of robot with a soul and emotions, which is actually no different from ordinary people."

Strange picked up the water cup next to him and took a sip of water. He was dry-mouthed from talking, but the ministers below were still staring at him with bright eyes, as if he were a delicious meal or some beautiful person worth looking at. The green light coming out of their eyes looked like starving ghosts reincarnated.

Today's evening meeting was exceptionally strange, Strange felt. Environmental work was originally very inexplicable, and his subordinates should have had many questions to ask him, but he didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth to ask about the progress, they all patted their chests loudly and swore to heaven to guarantee the completion of the task.

When he asked them if they had any difficulties that needed his help, they all shook their heads like rattles. If he pressed them, it would seem like he didn't trust them, although he didn't really trust them in his heart, but out of encouragement, he couldn't say much.

Then all the content of the evening regular meeting was completed. The draft Schiller wrote for him had no content left. Then these ministers started pulling him to talk about this and that, asking about news of the Temple of Eternity one moment, and asking how the human starship progress was the next.

What made Strange despair was that the work group they pulled him into was also occupied by cat memes! Where the hell did these people download them from?!

He could understand that these people might need to learn some human pop culture to get close to him. But the problem is, he is not that kind of popular person, and he doesn't understand most of the popular memes on the internet. Now communicating with these aliens makes him look like an outsider!

Moreover, many English memes are in abbreviated form, meaning a few capital letters can represent a sentence. Also, because there are several countries that use English, the English memes of each country are a bit different. So as they talked, Strange had to check what those capital letter abbreviations or certain English slang meant. It was indeed a bit too difficult for an American.

The evening regular meeting was originally only half an hour; logically speaking, the Interstellar Council does not advocate overtime, but I don't know why these people just won't leave. The water in his cup had been refilled several times, and his throat was about to smoke from talking, but no one had any intention of getting off work.

Strange was really a bit tired, so he had to wave his hand and say, "Alright, if there's nothing else, don't stay here, off work!"

Everyone was still reluctant to leave when they left. And although people left the council office, their souls remained in the group sending memes, chatting enthusiastically until midnight. Strange got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, opened the group to see, and the memes had changed to a new batch, from cats to panda heads.

Early the next morning, as soon as Schiller walked into the office, he saw Strange holding a mobile phone, pulling his hair there.

"You come and see quickly," Strange shouted at him, while straightening the monocle on his eye, squinting like an old man, pointing at the mobile phone screen and saying, "What is written on this? What does this Chinese sentence mean?"

"Ah, it just means praising you for being very powerful." Schiller answered absent-mindedly.

"Then why is he making this expression?" Strange frowned and said, "This is obviously mocking, right?"

"Don't you have translation software?"

"Translation software says the same thing as you." Strange sighed and said, "I'm afraid I will never understand what's popular."

He threw the phone on the table and leaned back. Before his back touched the back of the chair, Jarvis "beeped" twice and said, "Morning meeting time is up, everyone has arrived, just waiting for you."

Strange stood up with a carp jump, and while walking towards the door, he didn't forget to look at Schiller and say, "That bunch of ministers has become very strange recently, it must be you who did it, right?"

"I'm just encouraging them to work hard." Schiller smiled and said, "Of course, I don't think you need my encouragement, right?"

Strange rolled his eyes and left.

And Schiller, who stayed alone in the Speaker's office, waited for the slightly haggard Supreme Intelligence. Logically speaking, he is an electronic life, and what he controls is a robot, so you can't tell if he is haggard or not, but perhaps the heat dissipation module of this batch of robots was indeed not designed to deal with this situation, and there was still a faint burnt smell on him, and I don't know how many more days this newly replaced body can last.

"Good morning, Mr. Secretary-General." Schiller walked up and shook hands with him, then said, "How is your health recently?"

The Supreme Intelligence tried hard to control the rotation speed of the radiator, gritted his teeth and said, "Not bad."

"It seems you have been very busy recently and haven't come to the Speaker's office much; I think this is very good. Everyone performs their own duties, completes the work that should be done, and adds bricks and tiles to interstellar society together."

The Supreme Intelligence really couldn't help it; his heat dissipation module started buzzing again, and he couldn't help but ask how Schiller, a carbon-based organism, could spit out such cold words.

The twenty trillion that Schiller conjured out of thin air almost exhausted him to death. He was busy suppressing public opinion on one hand and busy clarifying facts on the other, but in fact, it didn't play any role at all.

The Supreme Intelligence already understood what kind of game Schiller had set up, or rather, he thought he had understood.

Actually, the key point of this matter is to make this huge sum of money unaccounted for. Don't look at Nick inciting Star-Lord, and Star-Lord discussing with Yondu, and finally the Ravagers team admitting to this matter, but through Yondu's ambiguous response, it made this matter even more unresolved.

Still the same sentence, what the official denies must be the truth. Yondu stood up and said he swallowed this huge sum of money, but instead, more people didn't believe it. On one hand, the Ravagers really couldn't produce evidence of spending so much money; after all, their equipment has always been tattered, and the place they live is not good either. Yondu is even a model leader, not touching the five poisons, and no one has ever seen him squander, so this statement is very untenable.

And Yondu said some ambiguous things, which were those Nick gave to Star-Lord. One moment questioning others' motives, the next wanting to drag others into the water, it was almost explicitly saying "it's not that I want to admit it." Everyone is a smart person, who doesn't understand the subtext?

And through his words, many people also confirmed that there really was such a sum of money. This matter seemed even more suspenseful, and the secret investigation launched by the upper levels later confirmed the existence of this huge sum of money.

It's a pity that this money is indeed fictional, and no matter how much you rack your brains, you can't find out where it came from or where it went. But because the train of thought was guided, they won't think that this money is a number knocked out. After all, first the Minister of Propaganda blew himself up, informed sources revealed it, the official denied it, and the interstellar pirates had to take the blame; this series of processes is the standard process for real leaks, how could it be fake?

Since the money really exists and can't be found where it went, then it can only be that the three major empires did it, because only they have this ability to wipe the traces clean. So everyone guessed what the three major empires did with this money.

Anyway, they definitely didn't do anything good. Don't look at these civilizations, some are also dissatisfied with the control of the three major empires, but if the three major empires really don't control them and hide from them to do something, they are also a bit unhappy.

Don't look at the three major empires always controlling interstellar society, but for the sake of stability, they have indeed helped some civilizations. Although it is that kind of drinking poison to quench thirst, they did give things after all.

Many such civilizations will think: you three major empires, are you planning to cast us aside and go it alone? Wanting to research some particularly powerful technology, but not telling us. Who are you guarding against?

Anyway, after one thing and another, this matter spread. It's not just high-level civilizations; low-level civilizations also know that the three major empires spent a huge sum of money to get a big guy, because the accounts didn't match, so they could only pin the blame on interstellar pirates.

Some civilizations want to bump into the three major empires, and some are purely worried that this big guy might threaten them. But the same thing is that they all started to draw themselves out of the camp of the three major empires, and without any psychological burden at all.

This is actually a kind of psychological guidance. Schiller used a interlocking plan to facilitate a situation where "the three major empires made mistakes first." All civilizations will feel that it was the three major empires that were dishonest first, that they were the ones who made dangerous goods first, and that they were threatened, so they wanted to fight back; this is all legitimate defense.

This can give other civilizations good psychological comfort, making them feel that they have a famous teacher, that they are the just side, and at the same time put the three major empires on the opposite side, on the evil side, creating a non-black-and-white opposing scene.

Since they have all stood on the opposite side of the three major empires, is there any need to say who to rely on? Now, isn't it humans who can wrestle with the three major empires? It just so happens that the current Speaker is a human; if you don't flatter him now, when will you?

This group of people brainwashed themselves: anyway, flattering the three major empires is flattering, and flattering humans is also flattering, and humans are also carbon-based organisms like most of them, much stronger than that group of robots; isn't it more handy to flatter them?

So, at the morning meeting, as soon as Strange walked in, everyone stood up in unison, which gave him a fright.

"God, what are you doing?!" Strange scolded, "What kind of madness are you having early in the morning?"

The Minister of Finance immediately greeted him like a dog, and then said, "Extend my most sincere greetings to you, sir. Did you sleep well last night?"

Strange looked at him with the expression of looking at a mental patient. Hell, what's with this Oxford accent?! How many years has it been since America became independent!

"Oh, please don't listen to this old guy's nonsense, we have no intention of offending you at all. Just, to express our respect for you, we studied the language of your hometown overnight and made a series of adaptive adjustments to the accent and grammar. I wonder what you think?"

"So your adaptive adjustment is to adjust everything to a British accent?"

"To tell you the truth, we think this kind of accent and expression is very suitable for government work within the Interstellar Council. The function words, subjunctive mood, vague expressions, complex sentence structures, and diverse vocabulary sources are simply miracles created by God. I have to admit, this is simply a language born for politics! Let's toast to English!"

"Cheers!" Everyone cheered.

Strange was dumbfounded. But they had already adjusted, and he didn't seem to have any room for change. So he could only walk to the front of the table and say, "Sit down, meeting."

"Yes, Sorcerer Supreme."