Inspector Chekaf stared at Richard as he turned around with dark red cloudy eyes, and instead of immediately saying the problem, he snorted hoarsely.

"Wizard Richard, you know, as an ombudsman, I have a code name among my companions, and that is the Hound Dog. It may not be a nice name, but I like it because it embodies one of my characteristics – a keen sense of smell.

I have an amazing ability to judge something unknown, and I can determine in advance what the truth is. So, on six occasions before that, I had identified major vulnerabilities that had been overlooked by some parts of the organization, and had eliminated them before they caused serious damage.

Before, while exploring your mines, this ability of mine started to work. I haven't found direct evidence that you're harming the organization, but walking on the mine's land and breathing the mine air, I'm sure you're definitely in trouble. This has been the case six times before, and you can't go wrong this seventh time.

I asked you two questions just now, and you answered them very well, without revealing any flaws, and even left me speechless. I'll admit that you are excellent, and you may have anticipated this situation today and made some preparations.

But that's it, and that's it. Even if you answer many of my questions and explain all my doubts, there is one thing you still lack an answer. That is, why do you value this mineral powder?"

"Bang bang!"

Chekav slapped the lead box on the table twice, making a muffled sound.

"You said you don't know, what is this mineral powder? But if you don't know what it is or what it does, why do you have to keep it guarded, and why do you go to great lengths to mine so much and store it in underground warehouses?

If you're only trying to make a profit, then mining ordinary ore is enough, and with your 'Fire Thunder' and 'Rail Minecart', it is possible to control most of the ore circulation in the Southern Free Federation over time.

Under such a premise, why would you have to work thanklessly to mine ore that you don't understand, and why would you do such an unreasonable thing under this premise?"

"Smack!"

Chekaf pressed his hands on the table, slowly arched his waist, leaned forward, and locked his gaze on Richard, like a real hound locking onto his prey.

A warm murky gas gushed out of his mouth, and a murderous voice echoed through the conference room.

"Wizard Richard, I believe there is only one explanation for this, and that is this: you actually know what this ore is, and you actually know what this ore is for. It's true that you're not lying about everything you've done before, but you're hiding the most crucial point. And this is enough to turn the whole event around.

Actually, you know what this ore is for, so now tell me what it's used for!"

After listening to Chekaf's words, Rommel touched his chin, remained silent, and looked at Richard with an incomprehensible expression.

After listening to Chekaf's words, Canon frowned and fell into thought, his face did not show much, and followed Rommel to look at Richard.

The wizards who were about to walk out of the conference room had already stopped at this time and looked at Richard one after another, waiting for Richard's answer. Some of them, having shaken their previous thoughts, began to feel suspicious of Richard.

Richard was stopped and turned around, and stood still. After listening to Chekaf's long words quietly, he nodded slightly, his eyes quickly swept over the supervisor Rommel, and the steward Canon, and finally his eyes fell on the somewhat hideous Chekaf, and suddenly chuckled.

His lips opened and his voice rang out: "Inspector Chekaf, I have to say, you are really wise. I'll admit that you're right, I know what ore is for. Its greatest use is that it can be used to create a powerful and deadly weapon capable of unleashing terrifying power.

I am going to use this weapon to destroy a city, killing 270,000 people, 132 nobles, and...... A 14-year-old teenage pregnant girl. ”

When the people in the conference room heard Richard's answer, they couldn't help but be stunned, including the steward Rommel, they all raised their eyebrows.

Because what Richard said was too shocking, too exaggerated, and even too nonsensical.

"A fourteen-year-old pregnant girl?" asked Chekaff, frowning, "what does this have to do with a fourteen-year-old pregnant girl?"

In a sense, this is a question that asks everyone's doubts.

Richard listened and smiled again, and his smile looked a little presumptuous.

Looking at Richard's smile, Chekaf frowned deeply, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong, as if he had fallen into some trap. But he couldn't figure out what this trap was, and couldn't help but say out: "What are you laughing at?!"

At this time, Richard smiled, slowly retracted his expression, and became extremely serious.

Richard looked into Chekaw's eyes and said in a cold voice: "Inspector Chekav, what do you say I am laughing at? I am going to kill 270,000 people, and you don't care why, I said that I was going to kill a fourteen-year-old girl pregnant woman, but you became curious." Could it be that in your eyes, a 14-year-old pregnant girl is more important than 270,000 people? Is it true that in your eyes, the affairs of a 14-year-old pregnant woman are more worthy of concern than the life and death of 270,000 people?"

"Nonsense, I didn't mean that!" Chkaaf cried, "I just wonder why you're saying that." Whoever brought up a fourteen-year-old girl and a pregnant woman alone would be surprised to be placed alongside one hundred and thirty-two nobles and two hundred and seventy-seven thousand people, right?"

There was silence in the conference room, but many people nodded in their hearts, agreeing with Chekaft's statement.

They were really a little curious about how a fourteen-year-old girl and pregnant woman provoked Richard, and how did Richard go to great lengths to kill, even at the cost of destroying a city.

Could it be that the fourteen-year-old pregnant girl had some kind of special relationship with Richard, which led to Richard hating out of love......

Thinking about it, everyone thought a little too much, looked at each other, exchanged glances, and had strange expressions.

That's when Richard spoke.

"Well, Inspector Chekaf, let me tell you why I say that. You know, my mine is like a city. At present, there are 270,000 catties of ore stored in the warehouse in my mine, which are divided into 132 different types. And the ore you've been pestering around is just one of them. Yes, one!"

Everyone in the conference room suddenly showed expressions of sudden realization.

Director Rommel blinked, and Steward Canon turned his head to look at Chekaft, who saw that Chekaft's expression was gloomy.

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