Chapter 361 - 244: I Have a Dream (3)
The final personnel distribution numbers were determined by themselves; Malin merely stood at the lectern waiting for their discussion to conclude. The Archbishop of the Church of the Lord of Justice sat next to Malin, intriguingly watching the once-respectable nobles and gentlemen below argue like petty traders at a market, all the while listening to Malin explaining the operational model of the research facility.
Since nobody had ever found a complete set of twisted armor before, Malin’s opinion was that each race should designate a certain number of people every day to form one research group, record their progress daily, conduct a progress review every week, and after ensuring its correctness, bind the weekly progress into a report.
"Do you really distrust these guys this much?" the elderly Bishop asked with a smile.
"No, I think it’s better to do it this way from the start than to let them be suspicious of each other. If trouble still arises, just hang whoever caused it outside the doors of the research facility," Malin replied, flipping through the papers in his hand, looking to see if there was anything that needed to be added.
"Well, should the rope be tied around their neck or their ankles?" the elder Bishop looked at Malin and asked.
"The first round goes around the lower neck, and the second round goes around the upper neck. No pleas will help. If someone escapes, I’ll ask your boss to pursue him. If he’s too busy, then I’ll find that red-skinned kid to deal with him," Malin answered half-jokingly—the truth was he really did have the audacity to ask the Nameless of the Lord of Justice to kill the troublemaker, but the lie was that he would never really employ the tormenting old lord for such a task; just now, as he leaned out halfway, Malin had already felt the side hall sliding toward an abyssal state, and had it not been for the Nameless of the Lord of Justice reaching back to save the day, the ones seated now would have been Great Demons or Chosen Champions, and you would be disgraced if you tried to be a Prince.
"Still, better not to trouble that person; if someone has a death wish, we’ll take care of it. If they escape too far, I’ll ask the Mage Tower for help. The Dwarven Tower Master will certainly lend a hand," the old Bishop said with a wry smile, halting Malin’s suggestion.
"Then I’ll leave it to you. However, I suggest when we establish the research facility, we should also set up a Dimensional Anchor. It’s easy for someone to cause trouble, but trying to escape will be difficult—don’t you agree?"
"Of course." The old Bishop nodded assuredly and then signaled that those fellows had finally settled on the personnel distribution numbers.
The elven gentleman who had greeted Malin in the hall before passed the list over.