Chapter 671
"Forty-three days ago." Charles leaned against the door of the library, raised his hand, and gently knocked on the door. "Sorry to eavesdrop, but I heard Aivina say you were in a hurry. I thought I might have more information, so I came over."
"Forty-three days ago..."
That would be May 21st, 742.
The version of myself in the simulation would need twelve days to speak conservatively... and I would also have to set aside another twelve days just to send the message back.
After all, when Charles next enters the simulation, he will arrive at Windsor Palace again. If I don't send the message back, he won't have enough time to go to New World to gather information—there simply won't be enough time.
In that case, the best scenario would be that the version of myself in the simulation could search New World for nineteen days, which is a little over half a month...
New World is such a vast continent, and I'm unfamiliar with it... Is that really enough time?
Definitely not enough.
Going back a bit further, there are spring and winter storms over the ocean, making long voyages impractical. And even further back, the "Great Ansu" hadn't even been launched yet.
Charles lowered his head in thought, his fingers lightly tapping on the table in front of him, though no sound came from it.
If, in the next simulation, instead of continuing the experiment of stacking boxes, I took the time from one simulation to specifically gather information in New World...
The version of myself in the simulation could stay in New World for at least three hundred days.
That should be enough time to turn over the entire land of New World, right?
But that feels too long...
"Lord Charles," Shaer looked up at Charles at the door and asked, "On the day the 'Great Ansu' is launched, can I requisition the ship directly?"
If I could requisition the ship on the day it launches, that would give the version of myself in the simulation almost a month of exploration time.
This way, I could also advance the matters of the two laboratories, and the version of myself in the simulation could investigate New World—both sides could be balanced...
"The day of the launch?" Charles frowned slightly...
The ship has already been in the water for four months; how could I requisition it on the day of launch...
Though he felt a bit puzzled, Charles still answered.
"That's a bit difficult..." Charles shook his head and said, "That ship is entirely privately owned; the government doesn't have direct shares... Of course, in wartime, requisitioning is possible, but..."
Charles was contemplating the implications of using extraordinary powers to take control, but whether it was manipulating the shareholders behind the company or forcibly requisitioning, the consequences wouldn't be good.
"Father, can we just buy it outright?" Aivina looked at Charles and asked, "Buy it on the day of launch."
"Buy? Do you have any idea how much that iron-hulled ship costs..." Charles instinctively retorted.
He could still manage to buy a sailing ship, but that iron ship... it would start at a price of at least one hundred and ten thousand pounds. That amount of money would wipe out almost a year's worth of land rent for the Russell family.
Not to mention that buying the ship would also require additional funds for crew and coal, which would be another significant expense.
Only Aivina would dare to suggest buying it outright; she really has no idea how expensive things are...
"I can put up fifty thousand pounds." Aivina said, pulling out her entire savings from selling her mine. "The rest, consider it a loan from you, dear father."
Charles: "..."
"I can coordinate to rent the entire ship directly... even on the day of launch, they should give me some face," Charles shook his head and said, "If all else fails, I’ll just buy it."
At first, Charles was still thinking of other alternatives, but since his daughter had already made such a bold offer, he had no choice but to agree to buy it.
One hundred and ten thousand pounds... just consider it a ship for her dowry.
"Thank you." Shaer looked at Charles and nodded in gratitude.
Though pounds usually meant little to Shaer, at such a critical moment, the power of money became evident.
Having money is truly wonderful...
As for the details, that would have to wait until the next round of simulations, when the version of myself in the simulation could finalize things with Duke Charles.
Shaer bid farewell to Duke Charles and returned to Aivina's room with her.
Although Shaer could directly plan everything in the simulation... she really didn't want to think about those details while battling the drowsiness from the "coroner" potion.
Her mental strength... should still be enough to support three or four more cycles. She hoped to uncover something this time, whether it was about the Witch Academy or the Tower.
Back in her room, Shaer called up the system interface.
"Next Day"
"Saint Year 742, July 3rd, 21:35"
"Countdown - 22:23:44"
This time, it took almost an hour... fortunately, there was still plenty of time.
She opened the simulation interface, and the anchor point information appeared before her eyes.
"Anchor Point"
"1. Saint Year 741, July 29th, 10:14"
"Anchor Point, Number 1."
"Would you like to proceed to Anchor Point 1?"
"Yes."
A silver light enveloped Shaer.
...
"Reality"
"Saint Year 741, July 29th, 10:14"
Shaer slowly opened her eyes, seeing the familiar room and the familiar Tara.
Suppressing the dizzying sensation in her mind, Shaer picked up the pen in front of her, tore off the previous page, and began to write.
The information and details left by the version of herself in the simulation... the revised experimental plan... the matters concerning New World...
After briefly jotting down all the newly emerged issues, Shaer took a deep breath and opened the simulation interface again, selecting the next day simulation.
In her mind, Shaer clicked on the next day simulation, and the silver light flickered slightly, the silver-white system panel also shimmering gently.
The original simulation interface began to distort, with the words "Next Day," "Previous Day," and "Old Day" twisted in crimson, spelling out "Deep Simulation"...
A subsystem, huh...
I’ve become the version of myself in the simulation...
Shaer looked down at the note left by her past self for her present self...
"Should I tell her... there was really no need to leave these things behind..."
Shaer shook her head, crumpling the note into a ball, then stood up and looked towards Tara, saying, "Tara."
"Lady Shaer?" Tara stepped forward, coming to Shaer's side, and slightly bowed her head to ask, "What can I do for you?"
Shaer raised her hand and gently ruffled Tara's hair.
Taking advantage of Tara's moment of surprise, Shaer began to think.
The process for establishing the laboratory was already quite clear, and it had been verified twice...
Now, the only thing that had changed was regarding New World... she needed information about New World.
"Were you planning to go to New World before?" Shaer looked at Tara and asked, "Tell me, what do you know about New World?"
Shaer was preparing to learn about this new continent, this new country across the ocean.
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Chapter 342: New World, East Coast
New World?
"I do know a bit about New World..." Tara looked at Shaer's knee, answering cautiously.
After all, Shaer's question was too broad, and Tara didn't understand what exactly Shaer wanted to know.
"For example, its development, population, specific cities, and religious composition," Shaer seemed to sense Tara's hesitation and added.
Upon hearing this, Tara had a rough idea of how to respond.
"Lady Shaer, my understanding of New World is limited to newspapers and internal investigations from the church, so it may differ slightly from the actual situation..."
Tara slowly began to describe her impressions of New World.
New World was originally a new continent, first discovered by "adventurers" from Ansu, who planted the flag of Ansu there.
Over the long course of development, the massacre of the indigenous people attracted extraordinary beings from all over the world.
Gradually... those who came to save, those who came to kill, those who disrupted order, and those who maintained it... for a time, it became a lawless land where extraordinary beings could freely "level up."
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