No oil? Is it because it can't be found for some reason, or is it really absent? More than a hundred and fifty years have passed since Emperor Roselle's assassination, yet there is still no trace of oil...
Klein's pupils constricted, and he nearly shook the diary in his hand.
No oil means not only that the emergence of internal combustion engines becomes unknown, but also that the chemical industry will stagnate, preventing the establishment of a true Earth-modern industry!
In other words, Klein could no longer predict the world's development.
He had originally planned that although he only knew a bit about everything and couldn't invent things, his advantage lay in knowing a little about everything, allowing him to foresee the direction of change and the trends of the times. After he saved enough salary and earned his first pot of gold, he would make venture investments in promising industries and not put all his eggs in one basket.
Klein felt that he would eventually accumulate considerable wealth. When that time came, he would find a front man to act as his public proxy, then establish an international charity fund, ostensibly to help the poor but secretly funding labor resistance in various countries to negotiate with the upper echelons of society and improve the lives of the common people.
If he found a way back to Earth, he would divide his assets: one-third to Benson, one-third to Melissa, and one-third to his own foundation.
However, this beautiful vision for the future shattered by half just moments ago.
"Fortunately, this world has electricity and magnetism, and there are successful examples of the telegraph. I'll mainly invest in this direction in the future..." Klein calmed himself and moved his eyes down line by line: "December 21: Stop thinking about oil. Improving my Sequence level is the king's path!"
"December 22: The environment in the old district of Riche is filthy beyond acceptance. If I hadn't traveled incognito, I might never have known it still looks the way I saw it in my youth. I will gather my ministers and draft a 'Capital Sewer and Public Toilet Improvement Plan.' Hmm, also correct the bad habits of residents: get them to drink boiled water, wash hands frequently, wash their faces, not litter, not urinate or defecate anywhere, and try to use condoms. Haha, I think of a name for this campaign: the Patriotic Health Campaign!"
"So, the invention of condoms must be put on the agenda, along with items like masks and paper cups. Hmm, the simplest version will do. Try it out. Thank this world, it still has rubber trees."
"December 23: Maybe I should consider that suggestion and leave myself a backup plan outside the Church of the God of Craftsmanship. For example, join that ancient, secret organization that secretly influences the world situation?"
Seeing this, Klein suddenly realized there was nothing else below. His feelings were beyond words: "Great Emperor, what exactly is that ancient, secret organization that secretly influences the world situation? Is it something I don't know?"
"How can you stop here? Why not write two more lines?"
"This is like reading a novel and finding at the end that the author has become a eunuch..."
"Also, Patriotic Health Campaign, the Great Emperor is also playful..."
"This diary entry should be positioned after he became the Consul of the Intis Republic, maybe even calling himself Emperor Caesar."
"I need to go back and look through some books, flip through history textbooks about foreign countries, and see which year the 'Capital Sewer and Public Toilet Improvement Plan' of Intis appears."
After a silence of more than ten seconds, Klein gathered his thoughts, made the diary disappear directly, and said: "You can communicate."
Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted her state, became a Spectator, and said with a light smile: "I want to know if there is a Sequence potion named 'Arbiter'. Also, what kind of Beyonder can directly pass through a wooden door or make the lock ineffective?"
I know this... Klein, shrouded in greyish-white mist, was about to speak, but was preempted by the Hanged Man: "I need you to investigate something for me, in exchange for the answer."
"What is it?" Audrey asked with interest and puzzlement.
Alger glanced at The Fool and said thoughtfully: "I want to know if the King intends to retaliate against the Feynapotter Empire within this year or before next June, starting a new war on the eastern coast of Balam."
Currently, the common language of the
As for The Fool, Alger believed that His Loen traits were just a disguise, a disguise to facilitate communication.
——After that ritual magic, Alger unknowingly began to use "He" to respectfully address The Fool.
Audrey recalled what she had seen and heard in various social occasions during this time, and nodded with some grasp: "No problem, but it will take enough time to confirm."
"I can wait." The Hanged Man Alger smiled, "With Mr. Fool as witness, I believe you won't renege."
Audrey glanced at the silent and mysterious Fool in the gray mist, and said with a slight raise of the corner of her mouth: "But I think the value of this matter is higher than the two questions I asked combined."
"After you confirm the answer, I will make compensation according to the situation." Alger replied as if already prepared.
Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, do you need virtual currency to measure value? Klein leaned back with a smile, watching them.
Audrey quietly breathed a sigh of relief, cheering for herself in her heart.