Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

254: Chapter 251: Calming the Chaos, Transactions, Research Progressing Steadily, What Was Forgotten?Zhang Mu wasn’t quite sure if the sense of urgency in the Queen’s heart was surging.

After all, although he was a magician, magicians couldn’t eavesdrop on others’ inner thoughts.

However, there was one thing he could be sure of.

After being scared by him like that, the Queen would surely make exchanging resources and vigorously developing technology her top priority.

As long as Ying Country focused on this, building a spaceship to go to the moon for mining was destined.

The list Zhang Mu gave the Queen contained items that could be exchanged, all of which were carefully selected.

They were mostly things that would yield the greatest value in aviation; moreover, there was the bargaining power to appraise the kingdom’s resources, which could be used to guide the direction, so there was no need to worry about the Queen going astray.

Feeling at ease, he left the palace, headed straight for the skies above NH, opened ”The World” light gate, and went in.

He stayed inside for a day, found that no one had caused any trouble, came out again, and took out his phone to search for information about the Queen.

He estimated that once the Queen got his wand, she would never miss this excellent opportunity to calm the chaos and establish her international prestige.

He typed the keywords ”Queen of Ying Country” into the search bar, and a large number of videos posted within the last 24 hours refreshed below, proving his prediction was correct.

He clicked on the one with the highest view count.

It was only five minutes long; perhaps the editing was too rushed, or the video materials found were too trivial and fragmented, as the uploader only included a few static images of the Queen holding the wand.

The sequence of events was clarified through the uploader’s narration.

Around noon yesterday, the Queen urgently called a press conference; that is to say, as soon as Zhang Mu left, she rushed to the hall and issued relevant orders from the car on the way there.

Reporters rushed to the scene, only to find that the Queen, who had hurried them, didn’t start the conference in a frantic rush.

Instead, she waited for the broadcast station’s signal to connect before gracefully standing up from behind the long table and detonating the atmosphere of the venue with a single sentence.

”The calamity will not land or approach within a certain range of any country’s territorial waters; those who are wandering can return home with peace of mind.”

Amidst the continuous flashes of cameras, a foreign reporter asked if the Queen could be responsible for her statement.

Anyone who had followed the recent great battle was well aware of the Mountain Rock Giant’s destructive power.

If everyone believed her and returned to the coast, and the Mountain Rock Giant suddenly came ashore, everyone knew how heavy the casualties would be.

Facing the doubt, the Queen didn’t respond directly; she scanned everyone in the hall from left to right, asking who else held the same question in their hearts.

Soon, about ninety percent of the reporters on the scene raised their hands, indicating they also wanted to know if the Queen could take responsibility for her words, or rather, why others should believe her.

The Queen smiled and pulled out a straight round wooden stick from the cuff of her formal gown, turning her body left and right to generously display it to everyone.

It was a natural wood color, about the length of a forearm. Several winding line patterns were carved on its surface, and it looked exceptionally smooth and shiny, as if it were frequently played with.

It looked very ordinary, but the moment the Queen revealed it, all the reporters in the room bounced off their chairs, their gazes like wild wolves that hadn’t eaten for three days, staring fixedly at the wooden stick.

Looking at their predatory stance, if the Queen hadn’t foresightedly deployed a circle of Soldiers around the stone platform, they might have dropped their cameras and rushed forward.

She stood on the stage, calmly holding the wand for them to examine closely, and didn’t rush them.

After a long time, a reporter finally regained their senses and asked hesitantly: ”It can’t be wrong, I watch it for several hours almost every day, the patterns are exactly the same.

But it should be in Mr. Dumbledore’s hands, why would... is this... a model?”