Chapter 683 What is happening now

To be fair, at this moment Gawain really felt that he couldn't keep up with Amber's thinking - as a time traveler who can always occupy the commanding heights in thinking, such situations are really rare.

But after a moment of astonishment, he realized that Amber was really confused now - the behavior of talking nonsense was just a habit, or he was hiding his true thoughts, but it happened after all. Such a big thing, even a person whose nerves are so thick that they are close to peripheral necrosis, should be somewhat worried.

"Actually...I don't really care about the identity of the so-called artificial person..." After a few seconds of silence, Amber finally couldn't help but said, "Ever since I was a child, I have always been a mystery about my bloodline. I have lived in slums, fought with people in dark alleys, slept in stables, and slept in cemeteries. In fact, I have always known that Pittman was probably being hunted by those cultists. He was probably He must be a defector like my adoptive father... There will be no stable life if you stay with them.

"People who grab a bite of food in the sewers and dark alleys have no extra thought to think about the so-called blood." And family background issues, do you know? Those who have the hardest time don't even think about whether they are human, because just thinking about tomorrow's food is already exhausting their energy. Some people even sincerely envy the dogs raised by knights. This is not an exaggeration at all.

“Of course I have a better life than those who have the most difficult time, but I am very aware of that state of existence and have been greatly affected.

“I don’t care. Whether or not I am an android - although this does scare me a bit, I really don't care. I am a person with a blank background, and the word 'artificial human' is better than a blank... As you said, it does not affect my ability to live like a normal person. "

Gawain lowered his head and glanced at Amber: "What you care about is how you should face Veronica? "

"She once ordered me to be destroyed - but she failed," Amber responded to Gawain's question sideways, "And when she was talking about the Shadow Project and the artificial human embryos, she was as calm as It's talking about stones. Although I also know that she didn’t do it with any malice..."

"Is this attitude making you uncomfortable? "

"A little bit, but more of a worry - many of the rebels' plans are too paranoid and dangerous in my opinion, especially after I myself became a part of their plans. The feeling is even more obvious. In order to continue the human race, they don't mind putting some people on the scale as weights in exchange for results. Although they seem to have their own bottom line, the biggest problem is that you can't be sure whether you are doing the same when cooperating with them. On the scale..."

Gawain glanced at Amber in surprise. He did not expect that what this guy was really struggling with was such a serious matter.

In almost half a minute, After thinking, he spoke: "Believers of the God of Commerce often say that everything in the world is on the balance of the gods.

“I don’t believe in the God of Business, but this sentence seems to me to be half true - all of us, from birth, inevitably stand on the same scale, but the one holding the scale is not necessarily God, it may be an ordinary person who is stronger than you, it may be the law of the country, it may be the laws of nature, or it may even be the so-called illusory destiny. Only one thing is certain: as a member of all living beings, as long as you are born in In this world, your value must be measured by something.

“As a weight, we cannot expect mercy from the scale, so you either have the ability to build a new scale yourself. Keep yourself valuable enough to avoid falling off the scale's pallet.

"It is normal for you to have doubts about disobedient people, and I also have doubts, but under certain stages and conditions, the value of disobedient people is enough for us to take certain risks. Remember what I told you Regarding the classification of friends and enemies? Disobedient people like Veronica are the friends we can fight for under specific conditions at specific stages - if there is any balance, then this is also the result of balance. "

Speaking of this, Gawain took a deep look at Amber: "Of course, there is another premise for Veronica, that is, the 'Shadow Project' of that year has become a thing of the past, and she will not be here. Only by pestering you about the issue can our cooperation with her continue."

The terrace was quiet for a while, and it wasn't until a minute later that Gawain heard Amber suddenly let out a long breath: "Old Zongzi. That's right what you said..."

Then she raised her head and handed the greasy chicken leg to Gawain: "Here you the chicken leg."

Gao Wenyi. Time didn't catch up with Amber's train of thought. After he reacted, he glared at the guy: "You still dare to say this word - why are you laughing? You are also an old rice dumpling now!"

"... …Oh my god, it seems to be true by definition," Amber thought for a moment, then suddenly widened her eyes to react, and then started to think endlessly, "Wait, if you want to put it that way, my adoptive father dug me out back then. , then I dug you out, and you dug out the Kamel and Nicholas eggs... Is this an ancestral craft? "

God's ancestral craft... The word "ancestral craft" is Is it used here?

But Amber’s association really surprised Gawain. Only then did he realize that this "chain of fate" was actually connected by digging graves. The so-called shovel digging the graves of ancestors Connecting me and you - where does this devil's inheritance come from!

He shook his head vigorously to get the impact of the chain out of his mind, and then noticed that Amber was still holding a chicken leg in his hand - who could still have appetite after chewing half of the drumstick?

"Keep it for yourself." He rejected Amber's kindness with a little embarrassment, and then glanced at the direction of the lights in the castle.

"Yes, it's almost time," Amber took the chicken legs back casually, wiped his mouth, stood up, and followed theGawain looked around, "...this boring and long banquet should be over."

"The pen and paper for signing are ready," Gawain nodded, "After tonight, the land The order with the lords is completely over."

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This long banquet is finally over. For most of the nobles who participated in the banquet, this is a happy event. It wasn't a party that was relaxing and joyful, nor did it have any sense of luxury and enjoyment. After the ritual process, the atmosphere that was difficult to adapt to, and the anxiety of various factors, they finally reached the ultimate goal of the day.

Sign the "Declaration of Imperial Reform" which fully accepts restructuring, surrenders privileges, and hands over land.

Gawain returned to the castle. In the Golden Oak Hall, the nobles who moved here will complete the signing ceremony under the witness of him and the three great consuls.

The Earl of Bahrain held a light dip pen, but the light pen holder seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He glanced at the steely and powerful words on the declaration document and sighed in his heart.

Beside him, Earl Cromwell White Mountain had already picked up the pen. As the pen tip moved, the knight lord with dwarf blood solemnly wrote his name. < /p>

Earl Bahrain raised his head and saw familiar faces. Some had bowed their heads to sign, others were still frowning in thought, and some of them smelled of alcohol.

The drowsiness caused by alcohol was an effective aid in making up their minds - beside these people stood palace attendants in red coats to ensure that their signed names were legible. .

The Earl of Bahrain has always been keen on banquets and fine wines, but tonight, he did not drink at all.

Those glorious and decadent times have passed.

He raised his pen, put the pen tip on the paper, and wrote a line of neat and sharp words.

......

Typhon Empire, Obsidian Palace, Rosetta Augustus was sitting behind a large desk, concentrating on the documents in her hands.

The magic network unit operates silently in the mezzanine between the roof and the wall. The constant magic power lights up the magic crystal lamps throughout the study, making the room brightly lit, and melodious music comes from the nearby magic guides. There was a refreshing melody coming from the device. Emperor Rosetta put down the documents in her hands amidst the music and whispered to herself: "...Cecil's Empire..."

Even if Gawain Cecil has not yet been officially crowned, he should have completed control of Saint Sunil by this time and completed the integration and suppression of the old kingdom's nobles.

The violent turmoil that occurred in that ancient land exceeded the Typhon ruler's estimation, and also caused some hesitation in his judgment of the situation.

The end of Anzu’s royal power seems to be good news in itself. The most chaotic and weak state of a country is the collapse of its ruler. If there are no other variables, the civil war and the impact of the Cluster Disaster will destroy it all at once. Anzu's ruling group is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Typhon, but the problem lies in this "variable" - the Anzu kingship did not collapse and disintegrate, but ended smoothly after Saint Sunil rescued the siege, and ended with Gawain? The transition was smooth under the leadership of Cecil.

This means that the chaos that the country will face has been minimized, and both those who hand over power and those who take over have made all preparations - Gawain Cecil is not stupid. Man, he would never do such a big thing without preparation.

As the ruler of the Typhon Empire and the implementer of the New Deal for the past twenty years, Rosetta Augustus certainly knew what the word "empire" meant. Regardless of the conditions required to claim an empire, just from the perspective of their operation methods, the biggest difference between an empire and a kingdom is higher concentration of power, higher operation and execution efficiency, more stable order, and the ability to respond to emerging things. A higher ability to accept and apply - and all this means one thing, that ancient and decadent country is about to break out of the quagmire.

So far, all the intelligence coming from Ansu reveals something that makes Rosetta Augustus very uneasy: that country was not involved in the previous civil war and the Crystal Cluster War. Suffering serious enough trauma, or even on the contrary, the power rising in the south greatly exceeded Typhon's estimation. This power controlled the situation before the disaster on the Holy Spirit Plain expanded and preserved Ansu's vitality.

Maybe it is for this reason that Gawain Cecil dared to reorganize the country after a war... But it may also be a bluff...

Rosetta O Gustus leaned back in the large seat, quickly integrating all the news that had come in recent times in his mind, but suddenly, he frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the window not far away.

Two identical nightingales were standing outside the window, tapping the crystal glass on the window with their beaks.

Noticing Rosetta's gaze, the two nightingales raised their heads and looked at the Typhon ruler quietly.

After a long time, Rosetta showed a smile without warmth, and said casually: "As people who have failed completely, you have outstanding courage."

"Experiments are bound to have accidents. ." One of the nightingales spread its wings, and its crisp sound penetrated the window and entered the study.

"The project will inevitably fail." Another nightingale also spoke.

"Your concepts of accident and failure are very novel," Rosetta said coldly, "but unfortunately, I am no longer interested in your strange ideas."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, preparing to call the royal mage to arrest tonight's uninvited guest, but before that, two nightingales had already spoken at the same time: "Then are you interested in hearing the historical stories about the Gondor Empire?"

Rosetta frowned, and with a wave of her hand, the window opened a wide enough gap.

Two nightingales flew into the room one after the other. As their wings trembled, light green light shone out of thin air, condensing the figures of the Elf Twins.

Rosetta Augustus looked at the two elves with identical looks indifferently: "What do you want to say?"

"Have you heard of the Disobedience Plan? ”