Chapter 1419 - 922: Return Conference
Ring Tower City.
South City.
Inside the meeting hall.
The Night Watcher’s upper echelon gathered here once again.
Inside the spacious meeting hall, light streamed through the enormous alchemy crystal window, illuminating the tiny dust particles in the air.
Alongside the iconic gigantic round table, the core members responsible for various departments were already seated in order.
The air was filled with a serious yet slightly tense atmosphere, hinting at the importance of the impending discussion topics.
Alyris sat elegantly at the head seat, her back straight like a spear, exuding the silent authority of the Chief Judge.
Her pair of blood-red eyes, as transparent as lavish rubies, scanned each high ranking official present with an examining gaze.
Her fingertips gently tapped on the smooth tabletop, making a clear sound that broke the brief silence.
"That damn rat, late again."
Her expression was serious, but her voice carried no blame, instead it was tinged with a hint of slightly fond exasperation.
The other people at the table also smiled.
As soon as she spoke, the heavy oak door was pushed open with a "bang".
Covered in a pristine mage robe, Bobo practically rolled in, his round figure appearing slightly ragged.
With hands on his hips, his small chest heaving violently, it was clear he had run all the way here.
His round black eyes instantly glared at Alyris at the head seat, giving an unhappy "squeak", his little whiskers twitching in anger.
"The mighty Alyris is talking bad about me again."
He complained in his unique, slightly sharp voice, dripping with sarcasm as he gasped for breath.
Simultaneously, he nimbly climbed toward the high stool specially made for him — after all, as a round-eared Ratman, he was even smaller than the shortest Dwarf; without this stool, he couldn’t even reach the table.
Once he sat down securely, Bobo seemed to think the previous "entrance" wasn’t enough to demonstrate his presence, so he used his fluffy tail to "thump thump" twice on the stool surface, then contentedly looked around.
Listening to his complaints and seeing the accustomed, even slightly amused expressions on everyone’s faces, Alyris merely raised her eyebrows slightly.
The Night Watcher’s high-ranking members were closely connected and familiar with each other, so the atmosphere of these small meetings usually didn’t require overly rigid seriousness.
Everyone was clear about what they were discussing; it was often a matter concerning the future of the entire organization or even the world.
On the contrary, those grand full meetings, even someone like Bobo with such an unruly personality, would settle down and exhibit the necessary solemnity — although those meetings were mostly communicative in nature.
Sitting to the right of Alyris, the tall and sturdy Lurik was the first to speak.
He rubbed his dense beard on the chin, his face carrying a simple smile, breaking the small interlude brought by Bobo: "To be honest, Bobo, you’re making the teleportation gates better and better!"
He gestured in the air with his sturdy fingers.
"This time when I teleported back, my old bones didn’t even feel much dizziness or discomfort, which is quite extraordinary. And..."
He paused, furrowing his brows and breaking open his robust fingers, seemingly trying to recall.
"Was it less frequent? I remember last time, it took... five times? Yes, it took five times to teleport back!"
Upon hearing this slightly exaggerated praise, Bobo’s recent displeasure from being chastised for tardiness immediately dissipated. He proudly raised his small head high, his round ears twitching with smugness, his voice filled with unconcealed pride.
"Humph humph, of course! Our teleportation technology is continuously updated and iterated, naturally getting better and better."
His small paws excitedly waved in the air, "Our goal is to connect the entire world into a grand teleportation network!"
However, sitting opposite Bobo, General Blake with a posture akin to a soldier, furrowed his brows.
His hands were folded on the table, the knuckles slightly pale from exertion, indicating his serious approach and some dissatisfaction.
"Bobo, teleportation convenience is a good thing. But..."
He slightly leaned forward, his tone serious.
"Could you find a way to increase the teleportation capacity? Right now, most teleportation is single-unit and solo, and the amount of material that can be teleported is extremely limited!"
He opened a hand, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "The energy cost of teleportation is nearly exceeding the value of the materials themselves. This is practically negligible for large-scale troop movements."
As the Commander of the Night Watcher army, Blake oversees the military but primarily manages the legion constructed based on the military, known as the [Light Guardian].
He deeply understands how crucial rapid, organized troop deployment is in the upcoming large-scale conflict.
The current teleportation network, despite being advanced, still cannot support legion-level actions.
Those large teleportation nodes do exist, but are almost entirely used to maintain the operation of countless small single-unit teleportations, leaving large troops to rely on slow ships or marching.
This predicament contrasts sharply with the [Night Patrol], who leverage individual teleportation to achieve rapid intelligence and power deployment.
Faced with Blake’s direct core-pointing question, Bobo’s recently raised sense of pride was largely extinguished.
With small paws on his hips, his tail curled in some agitation, his voice raised slightly: "Blake, it’s not that simple."
He sighed, seemingly feeling the need to explain more clearly, "If we want the current teleportation system to expand to the extent that it can support the large-scale troop teleportation you envision, it’s a formidable challenge. Let me be clear," he extended two slender fingers, "There are only two ways."