The carriage rolled over the flat central avenue of the city, and the slightly swaying carriage made people sleepy. Daniel sat on the soft cushion at the rear of the carriage, relying on his own soft pillow and cushion, and closed his eyes slightly, as if Already asleep.
But his spirit is in the most awake state. Through the signals generated by the artificial nerve cords and the special rune array engraved on the bottom of the carriage, the mind of the eternal sleeper priest has separated from his body. At this moment Wandering in the perfect world created by the spiritual network.
The city of dreams, with wide golden roads and people coming and going.
Beautiful nameless trees line both sides of the road. The shimmering fallen leaves fall with the wind at the most pleasing speed and trajectory. The refreshing breeze blows between the rows of palace pavilions, and the flags and decorative draperies dancing in the wind between buildings.
Daniel, who transformed into an elegant middle-aged mage, walked across the broad road and came to a node square.
The believers in twos and threes were active in the square, and their low-pitched conversations drifted into Daniel's ears:
"The plan of the Society for the Death of All Things seems to have completely failed..."
"Savage and ugly, the monster they created gave people a bad feeling from the beginning."
"But it is really unimaginable that they would fail. So fast... Are the Cecil people really that difficult to deal with?"
"After all, the Outer Territory Wanderers are there."
"How long have they been there since the Sons of Storm? News? It seems that since the last time the stars returned, they have had less contact with the land."
"Who knows what those crazy guys are doing..."
< p>Daniel listened to the conversations of the middle-level believers with a bystander attitude, without any disturbance in his heart.To a certain extent, the Eternal Sleeper cultists with their spiritual network are better informed than any king or emperor, but only in terms of news about Cecil, their intelligence seems to lag behind. Many, especially after the Cecil people built those magic detection devices and implemented strict management of extraordinary people throughout the territory, a large number of eternal sleepers had to stay away from that area, and the information about Cecil could only be Judging from the rumors in other areas, a lot of what they discussed today was old news many days ago.
Compared with them, Daniel has first-hand information.
The end of kingship, the rise of the empire, the magic army sweeping across the plains, the steel fortress galloping in orbit, the man-made god being swallowed up and destroyed by the deep sea allies...
What an exciting event War, it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to witness it all in Typhon, but could only watch some records of that time through the "origin space".
A sound of footsteps came from nearby, and an Eternal Sleeper wearing a white coat and a heroic temperament came to Daniel's side, interrupting the latter's thoughts.
"Thank you for your last reminder, Mr. Bishop," thisThe Eternal Sleeper lowered his head and said respectfully and appropriately, "Duke Severn has provided us with vital help."
Daniel slightly turned his head and glanced at the Eternal Sleeper. With the help of the special instructions of the head of the security department, With his authority, he can see through the other party's true side hidden under this heroic face.
A middle-aged man with a pale face and a thin body, with dark brown eyes and relatively flat facial features.
Daniel nodded slightly to the Eternal Sleeper: "The great nobles usually have a long-term vision, which makes them prefer to control the balance through multi-party investments. When the benefits can be expected, Severn The Duke would definitely not refuse to reserve a bargaining chip for himself on the plantations in the south, not to mention that this bargaining chip could also bring him allies on the railway line - after all, the emperor had issued an order in advance to prohibit nobles above the marquis from intervening in the railway. , the great nobles will definitely look for suitable agents to help them spend money."
"In any case, your suggestion helped me seize an opportunity - it's a pity that I can't do it in the real world. "I would like to express my gratitude to you."
"It's all for our true cause, 'Viscount Weigel,'" Daniel whispered, pointing out in a voice that only the two of them could hear. The identity of the other party in the real world is to remind the other party to distinguish the different roles played by the real identity and the identity of the cult. "While accumulating wealth, don't forget why we accumulated that wealth."
Wei Viscount Geer immediately lowered his head: "You are reminding me, Lord Bishop, that everything is for our true cause."
The Eternal Sleepers are a huge sect, just like every dark sect, It is also committed to developing its members in almost all social classes to meet the many needs of its functioning.
Among its middle and lower-class members, a large number of them are transformed nobles, businessmen and priests of different gods. Although these people cannot have access to the core secrets of the sect, they are indispensable for the operation of the sect. One link, some of them can provide funds for the cult, some can provide intelligence, and some can help the cult further expand and absorb members.
Little southern nobles like Viscount Weigel are an indispensable support for the development of the church in Typhon. As a bishop, Daniel must contact and secretly control "chess pieces" like this. It's so easy and won't attract anyone's attention.
“I want to remind you one thing.” Seeing the lower-level priest in front of him lower his head, Daniel considered his tone and spoke in a natural and casual manner, “Don’t underestimate the keen sense of smell of the northern nobles—— You have been in close contact with Duke Severn several times, and someone will always guess what you are doing."
Viscount Weigel opened his eyes wide: "You mean...the northern nobles will also interfere with the railway. ?”
“That’s hard to say, but you’d better remind the nobles in the south,” Daniel said expressionlessly, “I don’t think you want to suffer again, right?”
He has many things to do in Typhon, but he cannot go to every one of them in personDo.
At least, he can't do it in person openly.
Viscount Weigel, the low-ranking priest of the Eternal Sleeper, the man who took orders from Daniel nodded hurriedly, and soon accepted the bishop's order, and his figure gradually disappeared in the Node Square.
Daniel watched the other person return to the real world, turned around and walked towards the node crystal closest to him.
Some things were done by himself, some things were done by his apprentices and the nobles who were influenced by him, and some things were done by "Bishop Daniel" who is the eternal sleeper. ” was done, and there were some things, by the believers under Bishop Daniel.
No one will notice the connection behind these things that run through the north and south of the Typhon Empire and affect everyone from civilians to merchants to nobles, because there are countless unrelated lines and countless mutually fundamental things. I didn’t know anyone, nor did I think there were people I had contact with who were doing these things at the same time.
On the surface, Daniel will be just a talented scholar and great magician who is loyal to the empire. Even if the investigation deepens, people will only find that he has some private relations with a small number of nobles in the imperial capital. Friendship - and given that these nobles were Daniel's earliest investors after returning to the imperial capital, there is no doubt about this personal friendship.
The node crystal floated on the gorgeous base of light gold, emitting a dreamlike shimmer. Daniel pressed his hand gently on it, and as familiar mental fluctuations came, the scene around him The light and shadow have changed, from an open square to a magnificent palace.
This is the central temple that only bishop-level priests can enter. The people gathered here are the real core backbone of the Eternal Sleeper Order.
Figures appeared out of thin air. Bishops wearing white, black or light gold robes appeared in the corridor, walking towards the core meeting hall. Daniel also followed the steps of other bishops, heading towards the same direction.
The civil war in Anzu is over, and one of the three dark sects has come to an end. A huge and ancient kingdom is being reshuffled, with a new power structure, new challenges and opportunities, as one of the dark sects Of course, the Eternal Sleeper will not do nothing about this - especially under the current circumstances, Ansu's new monarch will be the terrifying "outside wanderer", which requires the upper echelons of the sect to carefully discuss the next step. direction of development.
Entering the circular meeting hall, Daniel found his seat. He sat down at the table and casually chatted in low voices with the familiar bishops around him until a bright light emerged from the end of the oval table. A woman with a gentle expression and a quiet temperament appeared in everyone's sight with the bright light.
The bishops greeted each other: "Good day, Ms. Selina Gerfen."
"Good day, fellow citizens," Selina Gerfen looked around. Circle around, nod slightly, and say in a soft voice, "Let's start the meeting now..."
...
When the mist gradually rises, standing on the obsidianIt is a very special feeling to overlook the imperial capital from the highest room in the palace.
People usually think of the "Fog Moon" as the foggy day in Alder South, but in fact it just refers to the period when the city's fog is the strongest and longest-lasting. Beyond the foggy moon, fog makes an unexpected visit to Aldernan at all seasons, no matter what the month.
When such a day comes, the whole city seems to be floating in a misty dream. The scattered buildings lose their true shape in the fog, becoming hazy and illusory. There is only one Minarets and towers poked out from the fog, facing the bright sunshine, coated with a layer of golden light, like islands emerging from the sea - the sun shines equally on the world, but only those on the sea can enjoy it. Honor.
Pedinan Wendell and Rosetta Augustus stood side by side in front of the window, overlooking the prosperous and wealthy imperial capital. The sunshine was gradually increasing, and in the mist, the Obsidian Palace was The towers and spiers were shining.
There are tens of thousands of rooftops in this city, but when the fog comes, only these towers can enter the sight of Obsidian Palace.
"Your Majesty, there is news from Andesa that Changfeng Fortress is increasing its troops, but it is not yet clear which army is taking over the defense."
"Gawain? Cecil is a cautious person and has never let down his guard against Typhon," Rosetta nodded slightly, "It is expected that he will be on guard against our attack immediately."
< p> "The main army of the empire is ready, Your Majesty," Pedinan lowered his head, "The first and second magician regiments and the Winter Wolf Knights have gathered at the border and are waiting for your orders at any time."" For a while, I almost thought you had become an anti-war faction, Mr. Petinan." Rosetta turned her head with a faint smile, "The nobles of the war faction thought you were swaying. Uncertain."
Pedinan looked serious: "I have never been on any side, Your Majesty, I am on the side of the interests of the empire - when the losses are greater than the gains, I am an anti-war faction and the empire. When it can be profitable and the cost is acceptable, I will naturally support the war. However, the changes in Anzu now make it difficult for us to grasp how powerful it is... This still needs to be faced with caution."
< p> "We will be cautious, but before that, Andesa must be prepared." Rosetta retracted her gaze from the window and looked at Archduke Ferdinand beside her. "What kind of army is stationed in Changfeng Fortress?" Whether it is an elite soldier or an old and weak remnant after the civil war, it depends on her eyes."Grand Duke Petinan looked solemn: "She will not let you down, Your Majesty."
...
In the northern part of the mainland, St. Sunil City.
The ancient streets were washed clean, fluttering flags and curtains were decorated on both sides of the road, and heroic knights and soldiers patrolled the streets around the castle area, creating a solemn and solemn atmosphere. A hint of celebratory atmosphere lingersIn the city, even the dullest person can feel that something big is going to happen in this ancient city - the day of the emperor's coronation is approaching.
A cargo ship closely protected by warships entered the southern port of Saint-Sunil in the early hours of yesterday. The army cleared the area in advance and blocked the road between the port and the castle area. According to what was seen from a distance People said that a large transport truck delivered certain goods into the castle. The goods were covered with a thick tarpaulin, which triggered speculation among the citizens.
In the Silver Castle, Gawain sat behind the desk, spread out a stack of manuscripts, and was writing furiously.
Hubo stood nearby and glanced at Gao Wen, who was writing with his head down: "You have been writing these things in your free time these days... What are you writing about?"
Gao Wen Wen didn't raise his head: "You can look at it, I don't mind."
"Forget it. I've been fooled more than once. Maybe after just a casual glance, you will make arrangements for me. A bunch of new jobs..."
Gawain smiled, but said nothing more. Instead, he turned the page and wrote new words.
But Amber obviously couldn't bear the silence. She couldn't bear it for two seconds before she said: "Hey, let me tell you, you will be crowned soon. You are like this when big things happen." The way he lowered his head to write something before seemed like he was writing a will..."
Gaowen's pen finally stopped for a moment. He looked up at Amber and pointed at the nearby wall with the tip of his pen: "You Do you think this wall is flat?"
Amber disappeared into the air, leaving only an exclamation: "I'm out on patrol!"
Gawain looked at it. He smiled at the place where amber disappeared, then lowered his head and looked at the nearly completed manuscript. After a few seconds, he gently rubbed the mithril ring on his finger.
The ring emitted a slight amount of heat, and Melita Pernia's voice came from it: "The Mithril Treasure House is at your service at any time - do you need any business consultation?"
"Well, I have something to keep."