#531 - New transfer station (seeking monthly ticket recommendation ticket)

"So the problem now is that the club has been exposed to the British Ministry of Magic, and Newt is no stranger to us. They won't let us continue to develop in Britain. →Google search reading" Phoenix was also a smart person and quickly realized the crux of the problem.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They never engaged in head-on confrontation with local authorities, and these Silver Spears were all seasoned veterans, unwilling to stick their necks out. Hadn't they seen how even Thunderbird, the club's best fighter, had returned empty-handed?

"Understood. This time, although Thunderbird, as the person in charge of the British transit station mission, is undeniably responsible, it was also due to extenuating circumstances, and Thunderbird's report is consistent with what we currently know."

Golden Flying Saucer nodded, summarizing the situation, then scanned the crowd. "Therefore, I propose that Thunderbird not be punished for the time being. Those who agree, please raise your hands to vote."

"Agree."

"Agree!"

"I have no objections."

Everyone present unanimously passed Golden Flying Saucer's judgment, including 'Phoenix,' who had initially criticized Thunderbird. Over the years, they had seen all kinds of storms, and a minor setback was not enough to make them overreact.

This form of group voting was one of the more humane aspects of the club. Generally, important decisions affecting the club's future, or the appointment, dismissal, or punishment of Spear-level members, required a full vote, with those absent considered to have abstained.

However, Thunderbird and Black Dragon were exceptions. One of them had to guard the Americas, so they generally took turns attending Long Spear meetings, allowing the attendee to have two votes.

Therefore, Thunderbird was very clear about decisions like establishing breeding farms, even though he wasn't at headquarters, because he was present when the decision to establish the farms was made.

The reason why Thunderbird wasn't very clear about Golden Flying Saucer's division of the German headquarters, or rather, didn't understand the details, was because Black Dragon had attended the meeting to discuss the relevant decisions.

And given Thunderbird's personality, he didn't care much about these matters and didn't ask Black Dragon many questions.

Black Dragon was similar, so he didn't know much about the situation of the breeding farms in Germany either.

At the same time, this was why the few Directors accepted Golden Flying Saucer's defection. Golden Flying Saucer used the two major privileges of the Long Spears to lure them in. One was naturally the immortality elixir, and the other was the club's decision-making power.

Only by becoming Long Spears could they enter the club's power center; otherwise, they wouldn't work so diligently for the club.

And the day the three Directors truly became Long Spears would be the day the club could completely control a country.

"But losing the advantageous geographical environment of the British base means we can't transport goods back from the Americas. I don't think the transit station strategy is a problem. We need to open up a new stronghold," Acromantula proposed urgently after the vote.

As a Silver Spear who had used the immortality elixir long ago, she was very nervous about matters affecting her life and wealth.

"Indeed, the establishment of transit stations cannot be stopped," Phoenix agreed, nodding, then looked at Golden Flying Saucer. "Can we choose another location to establish a transit route?"

Golden Flying Saucer was silent for a moment, then tilted his head to the right. "Manticore, is the Spanish Ministry of Magic's blockade of the Mediterranean still so strict?"

The Manticore, who had been silent all along, slowly shook his head, then a young male voice came from behind the mask. "It's not just the Ministry of Magic, the influence of the Vatican hasn't waned either. Don't even mention transporting things from the Americas, it's difficult to even get things out of Egypt. You can ask Phoenix and Acromantula, they should have a deep understanding of this."

"Indeed," Acromantula echoed, nodding. Italy, which she was responsible for, was the Vatican's home. "They want to crack down on smuggling to and from Egypt, so the border controls are very strict. It's easy to run into problems going through Spain or the Mediterranean."

Phoenix also nodded. "The French waters have always been closely watched. Establishing a transit station in southern Europe is not a good idea."

In fact, besides the Silver Spears who specialized in smuggling magical creatures, there was a lot of smuggling crime in the European wizarding world, mostly concentrated along the Mediterranean coast, which bordered Egypt, a major trading and alchemy country.

So many people took the risk of smuggling alchemical products. The Ministries of Magic of the Mediterranean countries were very strict in cracking down on smuggling and often conducted joint law enforcement.

Getting caught smuggling there often meant that Aurors from several countries would pop out together, knock you down first, and then discuss the distribution of the spoils.

The Silver Spears, as a smuggling group, found this very troublesome. They might not be targeting you, but if they discovered you, they certainly wouldn't let you go. The club was purely caught in the crossfire.

For this reason, the club never asked the Sphinx in Egypt to smuggle magical creatures. He wanted to transport them, but no one else in the club dared to take the job.

"Then how about opening another branch in Eastern Europe? We can still hold on for a while with the goods scavenged from various countries and the breeding farms," Golden Flying Saucer said, then looked at 'Horned Serpent' next to him.

Horned Serpent smiled leisurely. "You should ask the Occamy who died before, and his predecessor, and the one before him. I heard the club recently added another Occamy. Why don't you send him to Eastern Europe to try?"

Hearing Horned Serpent's sarcastic words, Golden Flying Saucer hadn't spoken yet when Thunderbird retorted first. "What we're asking you now is whether Eastern Europe has the potential to establish a branch. No one wants to hear your strange remarks, or do you want to end up like the last Occamy?"

Hearing Thunderbird's blatant threat, Horned Serpent sneered, unconcerned. "Teacher, you just messed up the British transit station. How dare you criticize me?"

"You still have the nerve to call me teacher?" Thunderbird's voice was filled with anger and gloom. "If all my students were useless like you, the club would have been gone long ago. I heard a long time ago that the goods transported from your side have never been in full quantity. If you could be a little more ambitious, would the club still need to painstakingly build transit stations?"

Thunderbird's voice suddenly rose, scolding Horned Serpent condescendingly. But hearing his words, besides Horned Serpent, the expressions under the masks of the other Silver Spears were a little unnatural, because the number of magical creatures they transported back to headquarters was also not large. Thunderbird was scolding everyone.

"We can't compare to you. You and Black Dragon are used to being powerful in the Americas and aren't used to the petty atmosphere of Europe, but what's the point if you can't transport your goods back?" Horned Serpent retorted without showing weakness. To be honest, no one in the club liked Thunderbird.

"Enough, stop arguing! We're discussing serious matters now, don't divert the topic elsewhere." Golden Flying Saucer saw these two guys suddenly arguing and thought that if he didn't persuade them, they would probably start fighting again.

To be honest, this situation was the norm when Thunderbird was still in Europe, and he was always the peacemaker who came out to mediate. Seeing this scene, Golden Flying Saucer recalled those somewhat painful pasts.

Seeing Golden Flying Saucer intervene, Horned Serpent didn't continue to argue with Thunderbird and said seriously, "The situation in Eastern Europe is still the same, difficult to operate sustainably. If we want to re-establish a branch now, it will take three to five years to stabilize."

"That's too slow. Three to five years is enough for the German division strategy to take root, and then we can establish a permanent transit station at headquarters. We need to consider short-term supply," Golden Flying Saucer said, shaking his head regretfully.

Then he turned his gaze to Hag. "In that case, we can only start with Northern Europe. Although the situation there is also tricky, the official resistance in Northern Europe is the smallest."

"Northern Europe..." Hag felt bitter in his heart. This was trying to push him into the fire pit.

Hag said somewhat reluctantly, "Things aren't going too well on my side either. Although the Purifiers aren't an official force, they're all a bunch of ruthless killers. The previous Northern Europe branch leaders didn't even have a direct conflict with them, and then..."

Northern Europe and Eastern Europe were both known for their fierce customs. The branches in these two places also suffered the most losses in the club. The Long Spear in Eastern Europe died a few years ago and hasn't been replaced yet, so Hag was also a little unwilling.

"We don't need you to completely build the transit station, just open up a temporary transport channel. This is very crucial!" Golden Flying Saucer said firmly, not listening to Hag's arguments.

"This... okay, I'll do my best." As a newly promoted Long Spear, Hag hadn't drunk the immortality elixir yet, so he didn't have the same sense of urgency as the other Long Spears.

"It's not about doing your best, it's about getting it done!" Golden Flying Saucer's tone became more and more firm. "Northern Europe will enter winter in a few months, and the transportation resistance will become even greater. We don't have that much time!"

"This..."

Isn't this making things difficult for me? Hag complained in his heart, then looked at Thunderbird hopefully, hoping he could say something for him.

"A temporary transit station is indeed very necessary. The Americas don't have the same level of magical creature care as the headquarters' breeding farms. If it drags on too long, many magical creatures will be lost for nothing." At this critical moment, Thunderbird still had to stand on the club's side.

However, Thunderbird didn't completely deny his old subordinate. "Of course, I also know your difficulties. I won't return to the Americas too quickly. If you encounter any difficulties in Northern Europe, I can help you."

Seeing that Thunderbird also meant this, Hag knew that this matter was settled, so he could only agree helplessly.