"Mecate, the Mayali Iron Mine in the prophecy, oh, maybe it should be called the Moon Mother Iron Mine, what is the specific situation?"

The starlight falls from the zenith, and the oil lamp ignites a spark. The warm orange light lights up the table, and the sweet aroma of wine wafts through the palace. The monarchs and ministers gathered to drink and chat about sailing knowledge, and the atmosphere was intimate and harmonious. And everyone held candlelight to talk at night, deciding on the important affairs of the kingdom, and they were full of vigor and vigor.

"Your Majesty, we cannot estimate the reserves of the Mayali Iron Mine.

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