In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1639

In the temple, the handsome man [Emperor] with naked upper body and wearing a golden crown walked towards Gao Changkong with a smile.

"Garuda, I hope you can remember that it was Bharata who saved you when you were in the most dangerous time."

He put his big hand on Gao Changkong's shoulder, and stared at Gao Changkong's eyes with deep eyes.

"Don't do anything stupid. Otherwise, the Three-phase God will never forgive you! Me too."

Gao Changkong felt a huge sense of oppression.

Although he is now a strange person close to the Black Chariot level, he is also ranked at the top in the entire Tianlong Babu.

But when facing the real pride of heaven, the owner of the top Brahman bloodline, and the strongest man in the Bharata Alliance, he still has a huge gap.

Gao Changkong put his hands together and saluted in the standard posture of Brahmanism.

"I will not forget your teachings!"

When he bowed his head, at an angle that others could not see, the corners of his mouth raised a disdainful arc.

…

The sharp sound of the wind whistled over the snowfield, passing through the frozen jungle.

Even the huge coniferous forest could hardly survive under such a temperature, and was frozen into rows of silver ice sculptures.

Deep in the woods, there was a quiet and peaceful area, where an ancient Gothic castle stood.

On the third floor of the castle, in an ancient library.

The red bookshelves carried the breath of the vicissitudes of time, and the bookshelves were filled with thick books, which were old versions that were extremely rare in the outside world.

You know, in this electronic age, most people have basically said goodbye to reading paper books.

And this library looks at least a hundred years old.

Because there are even parchment scrolls and thread-bound books with very rough sewing craftsmanship on the bookshelves.

An old man with silver hair walked to the bookshelf alone, searched for a while on the bookshelf marked with the [Economics] area, and then took down a copy of Adam Smith's "The Wealth of Nations", then walked to the mahogany desk next to him, opened the pages and started reading.

However, as a classic European building, and such an old study room, it was unexpected that the almost necessary "Holy Book" was not seen in a conspicuous place.

The old man was dressed elegantly, and the flannel suit made of British textiles fit his upper body, looking low-key and meaningful.

He did not have eye surgery to adjust his presbyopia, but chose to take out a pair of old reading glasses from his chest pocket, hung them on his ears, and slowly flipped through the great book in the field of economics.

The old man read for a long time, ignoring the whistling cold wind outside the window. When the cold wind knocked on the window, the irregular sound made him enjoy it.

I vaguely remembered the time when he was young and studied business administration in Massachusetts.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock at the door outside the old wooden door.

The old man slowly turned his head to look at the door, and then said, "Come in."

"Squeak--"

The heavy wooden door, which was almost black in color, was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in an expensive suit and elegant appearance walked in from outside.

He had a silk handkerchief from Berlani on his chest. After entering the door, he first carefully wiped the marks he left on the door handle with the handkerchief.

This looked very much like a killer's plot in a movie, but this gentleman's action was just to prevent the sweat from his hands from corroding the original door handle from the 1930s.

The middle-aged man walked not far in front of the old gentleman, bowed his head respectfully and said, "President, we have received a request for assistance from Huaxu Country."

The plain-looking old man on the table, who could be seen everywhere in the library of any university in the world, slowly took off his reading glasses, then gently closed the book with his wrinkled palms, and looked up at him.

"Hua Xu Country?"

He confirmed again.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man bowed his head.

"What we are most worried about has happened ahead of time. The mysterious civilization underground in Xingdao, due to repeated invasions by neighboring countries, took the initiative to attack the human country."

"The four major regions of the entire Hua Xu Country, as well as the fleet stationed in Neon Port by Columbia, have all been attacked."

The old man leaned back in his chair and nodded slowly.

"We know that this day will come sooner or later."

The middle-aged man said: "President, should we use our own power to help them overcome the current difficulties?"

The old man crossed his hands on his knees, lowered his eyebrows and thought for a long time, and then slowly said: "The meaning of the existence of [Tong] is to fight against destiny. It is precisely because of this that we formed it hundreds of years ago to unite many like-minded people around the world.Together. "

"And I have the honor of serving as the president, and I have always felt guilty, fearing that I can't bear this responsibility."

"This time, it is the first time that the human kingdom has a large-scale collision with the underground civilization. This marks the beginning of a new era, and such situations may become more and more common in the future."

"No one can predict how dangerous this war will be."

He said a lot, and then fell into deep thought again.

The middle-aged man, [King] Miwide Bratt, the 32nd level member of the [Pupil] organization second only to the president in front of him, Charles Louis Montesquieu, said in a gentle tone: "Your concerns are correct. Moreover, the [Chaos] in Huaxu Country that we have just paid attention to recently has a big conflict with one of the four knights."

Montesquieu thought for a long time, and Bratt waited patiently on the side.

After about two minutes, the air was silent for a long time.

Montesquieu said: "In our plan, Huaxu Country is an indispensable force. Whether it is the little girl called [Hou Tu] or [Chaos], who we have recently paid attention to, they may become one of the [Four Horsemen of Dawn]. "

"Do you mean to mobilize the members of [Tong] to support them?"

Brat asked.

Montesquieu shook his head.

"We don't know the current situation at all, and our biggest enemy is not the human country, nor even those underground civilizations, but those lackeys who worship God."

After thinking for a while, he slowly said: "Although we can't send people over, let's express our sincerity!"

Brat said: "You mean..."

Montesquieu waved his hand at him: "Speaking of which, we haven't dealt with the newly rising boy from Huaxu Country yet! This time, let's send him a valuable gift!"

Brat heard this and immediately understood what Montesquieu meant.

There are not many gifts in this world that can be useful to a Black Chariot-level alien.