OBS Chapter 303 Caliber
Chapter 303 Caliber
The blood soup was distributed and the slaves recovered their health. At this time, another twenty minutes had passed and there were only forty minutes left until the scheduled ignition time.
Howard had better be in the control room within forty minutes to attend the lighting ceremony, not out of courtesy or showing off, but out of very practical considerations:
Even if all the slave labor families cooperated, the spacecraft might not be able to ignite 100%.
The Crimson Sword is too old and has been in disrepair for a long time. No one knows the success rate of igniting it.
This is when Howard is needed, the Om Messiah is needed to ensure the success of the ignition.
Although the spacecraft can be started even without the presence of Ohm Messiah, wouldn't it be embarrassing if the engine started after the mechanical monk just chanted the bell once?
After all, this is someone's ancestral ship, so Howard still hopes to be able to awaken it successfully without the intervention of Om Messiah.
"We have to leave now," Howard said to his grandmother. "We have to get to the control room for the lighting ceremony."
The child and the tribe members recovered. Eliza had no reason to stop Howard. She made way for him and said, "The child will lead you outside through a path only we know. Although it won't lead to the control room, it's not far away. We will always remember your kindness."
"You don't have to remember my kindness forever. I am the messenger of the God-Emperor. If you want to remember something, remember the God-Emperor's kindness. My blood is the embodiment of the God-Emperor's power." Howard made up a few words and passed the merit coming towards him to the God-Emperor.
"Also, we need to unify our statements so that we can explain to the outside world why you and your family turned against us just over ten minutes ago but are now willing to cooperate," Howard added.
"As you said, isn't this a gift from the God-Emperor?" Eliza was puzzled.
"The Divine Emperor does not want my identity as his messenger to be known to the outside world, so only you and I know the truth," said Howard.
Most of these people have been fooled by him. They don't know that the so-called "truth" about Howard being a "living saint" is actually a lie he made up to cover up Isa's divine power.
Apart from Howard, the only two people who knew the truth, one elf had a blank expression on his face, and one nun rolled her eyes almost to the sky.
"Then how do you want us to explain it to the outside world?" Jasmine asked. This was also the question Eliza wanted to ask.
"Hmm..." Howard thought for a moment, then looked at May.
"Miss Mei, can I excuse you for a moment?" Howard asked.
May had already guessed what Howard was going to say, so she nodded.
"You can tell others that it was this pointy-eared lady who healed all of you with her psychic powers," Howard said. "That's why you agreed to cooperate."
"In fact, it is difficult to achieve this with psychic powers." The nun spoke at this time. She might be the second or third person present who understood psychic powers.
Psychic power is not some universal magic, but a dangerous and unstable energy. It is very easy to kill people with it, but extremely difficult to save people with it.
Of course, it is not impossible to use psychic power to save people, but those who can master this ability without leaving any sequelae or pollution are all masters of psychic power manipulation.
"There's no need to think so clearly about psychic powers," Howard said. "Besides, who knows if this pointy-eared lady will become a master of psychic power in the future?"
So neither the nuns nor the elves questioned Howard's decision anymore.
The caliber is unified.
"We can go now," Howard said.
"Wait a minute!" But the nun suddenly stopped everyone who was about to leave.
Howard looked at the nun in confusion, and then he saw the nun open her shoulder armor and take out the energy bars and nutritional supplements stored inside, and even two pancakes wrapped in oil paper.
The nun then took out some canned food and biscuits from the slot next to the power backpack on her back.
Then she opened the knee armor and found some gauze and hemostatic ointment hidden inside.
The nun rummaged around and found a small pile of food and medicine. Considering the high-energy nature of military food, this pile of food was enough for one person to eat for a month.
Although this amount of food is still just a drop in the bucket compared to thousands of slave laborers, a drop of water is still water. Now is the most difficult time for these slave laborers as the food promised in the negotiations has not yet arrived in full.
Slave workers are also human beings.
Although they launched a rebellion, the real reason for the rebellion was not them, but those treacherous nobles.
The nun knew this.
Howard looked at the nun in surprise and thought to himself, you are quite good at hiding.
A strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind, which was to grab the nun's legs, lift her upside down and shake her to see if he could shake out anything good.
However, due to the difference in size and strength between the two sides, this idea is just a thought.
"Nakhimov." But since he was interrupted by the nun when he was about to leave, Howard also thought of something, so he said to the overly cheerful little girl:
"Come with me. I can ask the Governor to arrange a good job for you. You will have endless food and water to drink, and many more things you can't imagine."
Howard was not an imperial noble, but he was confident that he could get the governor to agree to his conditions, and could even use this request as a condition for cooperation with the Eldar.
He did not think that he was being generous to Esrik. Regardless of whether Esrik was sidelined or was completely unaware of his subordinates' tricks, this rebellion was essentially caused by the nobles under his name.
Without him, the slave rebellion might have erupted into a serious bloody conflict, and the awakening of the Crimson Sword would have been a distant dream.
He used his own strength to help the young governor solve a big problem, and the only condition was to arrange a job for the girl. He felt that his asking price was already very favorable.
"Ms. Jasmine, what do you think?" Howard looked at Esrick's assistant beside him again.
"Yes, Miss Nakhimov, you can come with us. The Governor and I will take care of you."
In front of the Governor, the great nobles, Sister Howard and the elves, Jasmine seemed to be an insignificant little character.
But her official identity is the governor's personal assistant, and she may have some more special relationships. In Karenya, apart from those top nobles, it seems that there are few people whose status is higher than hers.
Her attitude carries weight.
“No…don’t…” But the child hugged his mother’s arms, seeming a little timid and afraid: “No…I want to be with my mother…but I know you are doing this for my own good, thank you…”
"Huh?" Howard looked at the girl as if she were an idiot. "Why do you think being with your mother and working for the Governor are in conflict?"
"Ah?" Nakhimov looked confused.
"Even if you work for the Governor, you can still come back to see your mother. If you choose to work on the spaceship and see her every day, that's fine too," Howard said. "You can share your salary and supplies with your family, and..."
Howard paused for a moment, then continued, "If you're hardworking and clever enough to reach the top, you'll have the power to truly improve the lives of your people. You can give them the same unlimited food and water you have, and they won't have to endure illness. Isn't that a thousand times better than staying behind and suffering with them?"
"Besides, if you're not satisfied with what you're doing outside, you can always come back. But if you reject my invitation now, I'm afraid you won't have such an opportunity again in the future."
"Mom..." Nasimov did not rush to answer Howard's question, but looked up and observed his mother's attitude.
"Go..." Eliza stroked Nakhimov's head and said, "This gentleman is right..."
No one would be willing to become a slave unless they would lose everything if they left the spacecraft, and if they would lose their freedom due to force majeure.