"Forget about fate or whatever. The key question now is, roughly how many samples will you need to make the shells?"
"For the initial experiments, I'll probably need around fifteen kilograms."
"Fifteen kilograms? Isn't that a little too little? How about this—I'll get you a hundred kilograms directly!"
Hearing this, Marda immediately waved her hand grandly and spoke with swagger.
She had already read the report Doran had just sent over. According to it, the current reserves of this "Unstable Crystal" amounted to at least one hundred and fifty thousand tons. As long as she casually bluffed a few times, getting a hundred kilograms would be child's play.
However, just as she was about to rub her fists together and head straight to Silverstone Mine to demand the ore, Caroline's next words snapped her back to reality: "I know the former Lieutenant General Doran. He has considerable insight into mineralogy. I don't believe that this gentleman is unaware of the true value of this mutated crystal."
Marda froze, then immediately understood. Her face filled with disbelief:
"What! So you're saying that big eater deliberately misled us?"
Big eater?
What strange title was that?
Caroline was somewhat puzzled, but she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she pushed up her glasses, then pointed to the report stating that Doran had requested these "dangerous minerals" be treated as waste rock and said in a low voice:
"That's highly likely. After all, based on my experience, I don't believe that a professional scholar capable of becoming president of the Imperial Mining Association through sheer ability in a matter of days would make such a basic mistake as treating extremely valuable ore as waste rock."
Looking at the expression in the report, Marda said nothing, but a cold glint flashed through her eyes.
She considered