The life of aristocrats is always accompanied by all-night banquets and socializing. Revelry is their greatest virtue. The dance in Granburg lasted until dawn, and the guests in the castle gradually dispersed - some people stayed After spending the night in the castle, the other group of people left the castle at sunrise in carriages wrapped in furs and equipped with thermostatic spells. This place that had been noisy all night finally gradually became quiet.
The mistress of the castle and the highest-ranking guest in the castle disappeared for a long time in the middle of the ball. This incident brought endless room for reverie to the nobles attending the party, but only the most superficial people could To speculate on the affair of a widow, for those Southern nobles who have a keen sense of smell and always look at the Cecil Territory with a conspiracy eye, they are more willing to guess what secrets the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory has reached with the female lord of the Glen Territory. trade.
There must be a secret transaction, there is no doubt about it - there is no pure friendship in a gathering of nobles, especially when a duke goes to meet a viscount. No one will believe that there is no transaction behind it, but the specific transaction I'm afraid the content is not so easy to find out.
However, the guests at the banquet probably made some guesses. They knew that Glenland did not have very rich mining resources, but it had rich farmland and a lot of fur and wood output, so They felt that the deal between Countess Glen and Duke Cecil revolved around these outputs at most - considering the cheap alchemy potions of Cecil Territory, perhaps Grant would use its furs and timber in exchange for improving the land. Druid potion...
This is the result of most guests' reasoning.
Anyway, no matter what deal Dame Grant and Duke Cecil make, it will not affect the pattern of the Southern Territory. The relationship between nobles has always been like this - the entanglements of interests are complicated, they peep at each other but at the same time Dependence, how many tree roots are tangled together in the Black Forest, how many landed nobles in civilized society are conducting wars and privately conducting trade and marriages, it doesn't matter that Countess Glen and Duke Cecil signed a trade agreement - —Who in the south wouldn’t buy the potion Cecil received? This does not prevent them from also buying the Magic Network technology stolen by Count Horsman...
Gawain stood on an open terrace outside the side door of the banquet hall, and the cold night wind blew from the north. Come, and separate the two sides a few centimeters in front of him and blow backwards. He looked down at the mountain road below the castle, watching the carriages with magic crystals hanging on them leaving one after another in the rising sun - here In the cold winter, nobles could still travel between various territories regardless of the cost, rushing to one banquet after another, but those poor people might freeze to death on the mountain roads even if they left their houses to collect some firewood in the mountains.
After a moment, he turned his head slightly: "Amber."
Amber's voice came from behind him: "Here you are."
"You... ...Um, when did you get behind me?" Gawain was about to give instructions when he suddenly froze and turned around to find that he was standing behind him.Unexpectedly, Amber stood directly behind him. < /p>
Gawain: "...Ahem. Go back and bring Kamel and Pitman as quickly as possible."
Amber was stunned for a moment: "Called Kamel came here to check on Patty’s magic device, right? What’s Pitman doing?”
“That’s right,” Gawain nodded. The holy light that simply stimulates vitality, Druid is better at restoring damaged flesh and blood and replenishing vitality. His treatment methods should be effective for Patty." "Is that okay, old man?" Amber's voice sounded. I don’t feel at ease at all when I go up. “Countess Glen has already found various extraordinary healers. She must have also found people like druids. Maybe middle- and high-level people have been invited – the old man is just a healer. A low-level druid can't heal an injury that a master can't heal."
"Just call him," Gawain smiled, "Maybe it will work?"
Amber scratched his hair, and his figure gradually disappeared in the air. Only the voice came: "Okay, you are the boss anyway..."
Gawain turned around, looked at the empty terrace, and also He waited there without saying anything. Sure enough, after a while, he saw Amber's figure jumping out from the side again. The half-elf stood in front of him, stretched out his hand high and said, "Give me the money. Travel expenses!"
Gawain smiled with an expected expression, stretched out his hand to slowly touch the money, and then took advantage of the moment when Amber relaxed his vigilance, and immediately took out his hand and put it on the other party's head. Knocked: "You still dare to ask for money! I saw that the canonization document I just received a few days ago still had gold buckles in the morning, but in the afternoon it was gold-plated! You still dare to ask for money!"
< p>Then Amber turned into a black light and went straight to the southwest...Gawain took one last look at the rising sun after Amber really left. He took a deep breath of the sun coming from the north. The fresh air-conditioning refreshed my mind, and then I turned around and walked into the castle.
Although he didn't get much rest last night, as an extraordinary professional, he is still very energetic.
He decided to go see Patty, say good morning to the little girl, and tell her the story about Charlie and the three golden crowns that he had not finished yesterday.
At the same time, in a hidden underground palace somewhere in the Typhon Empire, the light of a magic crystal lamp suddenly lit up in a stone hall.
The bright light driven by magical power illuminates this dark place, making the circular platform in the hall, the neat seats around the platform, and the artificial neural network behind the seats appear in the light, and Figures wearing black or white robes stood quietly in front of those seats like nightmares emerging from the darkness.
They are the high-ranking nightmare bishops of the Eternal Sleeper sect.
A groupA starry, purple-black shadow appeared above the round platform in the center of the hall, and the shadow's voice sounded in every bishop's mind: "Everyone is here, let's get started."
The bishops took their seats one after another. , one of the bishops looked around, then at the platform in front of him, and broke the silence with a chuckle: "After getting used to the gorgeous hall in the dream city, I feel more and more shabby in the assembly hall in the real world."
The shadow floating above the platform made a voice in the minds of the bishops: "There are always things that cannot be done in dreams, so it is necessary to continue to maintain the assembly hall in the real world."
"Your Majesty, we have made a key progress on 'Project Zero'," a white-robed bishop with a female voice said, "In Sandbox No. 166, 'Sanctuary' has achieved a long Stable over time, it has successfully run into the first millennium."
"This is the longest internally maintained sandbox," said a black-robed bishop across the round table, "and we achieved it. In order to maintain the mental health of the residents of the shelter, the one hundred test subjects in Sandbox 166 did not have a mental breakdown in a thousand years. Until the sandbox collapsed, they could still answer our questions clearly - of course , in order to prevent contamination, after the disintegration of Sandbox 166, we still carried out memory erasure on the one hundred test subjects."
"Very good," the shadow above the platform made an approving voice. The starlight on its surface seemed to be surging, "What is the current iteration series of time?"
"The 'One Thousand Years' of Sandbox 166 took a total of twenty-six days in the real world," A black-robed female bishop bowed and responded, "Currently we have encountered a bottleneck in time iteration. Too high an iteration level consumes a huge amount of computing power, and the deeper we go into acceleration, the stability of the sandbox will deteriorate." The harder it is to guarantee - Sandbox No. 132 successfully entered the highest level iteration state and ran to 378 years in one day, but the information coming out of the sandbox was only chaos and madness, and all testers became The nightmare derivative..."
"We need to strike a balance between the time iteration series and stability," the shadow above the platform, the Pope of the Eternal Sleeper, said quietly, "Don't be impatient, Before this world is swallowed up, there is still hope for humanity - there are still many talented people among our fellow citizens waiting to be discovered, and we are not alone."
Talented people - Live. The first thing the bishops thought of was the "Nightmare Mentor"-level Eternal Sleeper cultist who suddenly emerged and showed extraordinary talent in a brand-new thing called the spiritual network.
“The emergence of the psychic network is greatly advancing our plans. Some people who were originally unknown may show their unique talents in front of this new thing,” the Pope’s wise voice said in the heads of the bishops. Echoing, "The database concept has proven to be of extraordinary use in managing sandbox systems, and according to my preview, network architecture optimization will further improve the mind network."Efficiency - you should pay more attention to such talents and don't let them be buried in vain. ”
The bishops all stood up and saluted respectfully: “Yes, Your Majesty, I sincerely abide by your will.” ”
……
In the northern border of Ansu, among the snow-covered mountains, Victoria Wilder, the Grand Duchess of the North, stood in the study room where a huge map of the northern border hung. Quietly staring at the entire territory of Ansu depicted on the map
The windows of the study were locked, and the howling northern wind and snow were blocked outside the window, but beside the duchess, there were looming snowflakes. She still appeared out of thin air from time to time, as if she herself was the incarnation of winter.
At this moment, the door of the study was pushed open, and the ordinary-looking maid Maggie with black hair and black eyes walked into the study. , in her hand was a wax-sealed sleeve bearing the pale gold emblem of the Morn royal family.
"Vicky, a secret message from the city of St. Sunil. "
The duchess turned around and glanced at the black-haired woman who appeared to be a maid, but was actually a friend and advisor: "Is the griffon's neck tied with a white ribbon or a golden one? ”
“Golden. ”
“Then it seems that this is the will of ‘His Majesty the King’. "The Duchess said calmly. With a wave of her hand, the wax-sealed sleeve opened automatically, and the secret message inside flew out and landed in her hand.
Victoria unfolded the secret letter, Read every word on it carefully, and then showed a faint smile.
"The magic communication tower on the border of Ansu and Typhon has been restarted. ”
(Everyone, let me tell you something. I am going to Shenzhen to attend a science fiction conference in two days. I will be away for several days, so the updates for a while will be affected...but one update every morning should still be maintained. )