Gawain was in a daze for a moment - what Veronica said was completely unexpected.
"The breath of the gods..." After a few seconds, he rubbed his chin to break the silence and said slowly, "What kind of breath is it specifically? Is she a favored person of a certain god? Or does she carry it with her? A high-level holy object? There are many explanations for the aura of a god."
"The aura is very weak, and there seems to be a change. I'm not sure whether it's pollution or 'divine grace', but she shouldn't be a god. Dependents," Veronica said seriously, "First of all, there is no intelligence that Matilda Augustus is a devout believer in a certain god - according to the official information disclosed by Typhon, the Augustus family only has Prince Hadilon received the baptism of the God of War; secondly, if she is a descendant of a god, she will definitely have an uncontrollable divine aura flowing out of her body, and her whole person's temperament will change as a result. Since the personality of gods is much higher than that of humans, this change is. It cannot be concealed or reversed."
"Is the divine aura revealed..." Gawain suddenly thought of something else when he heard it, and couldn't help but glance at Veronica, "It's just like you. "...Yes," Veronica nodded, "The Holy Light Affinity phenomenon in me is a manifestation of this uncontrolled sacred aura - strict To be honest, I am indeed a descendant of the God of Holy Light."
Gawain looked at Veronica, who was surrounded by a faint holy light, and it was always difficult to think of her true identity as a rebel. The absurdity of the metaphor: "...a person who is essentially disobedient to the gods, but is a true follower of the God of Holy Light. It can only be said that Gondor's technology is the best in the world."
"The gods cannot Directly intervening in the present world, its response and feedback mechanism has its own rules." Veronica showed a gentle and calm smile, "As long as I accurately comply with these rules and find loopholes in them, I can become a dependent of any god—— Except for the goddess of magic, she does not respond to any prayers that are more than necessary, nor does she choose any human spokesperson."
The corner of Gawain's mouth trembled.
You can become the dependent of any god by exploiting a loophole, and you will not be killed by those gods of all kinds. Are you really the world champion of the cross-border cross-jump competition? This position is probably higher than Daniel...
But Veronica said it easily, but Gawain knew that her operation of "exploiting loopholes" is not replicable. It sounds easy to conform to the laws of gods and find loopholes in them, but in fact it requires operators to have 100% control over their own minds. They must fully comply with the standards of fanatic believers from words, deeds, and consciousness to avoid being discovered by gods. At the same time, they must maintain the freedom of disobedience The mind creates a "real manipulative personality" deep within, which is simply not something that normal humans can achieve.
Only Veronica/Ophelia, the ancient disobedient who has completed the transformation of her soul form and may not be considered a human being in the strict sense at this moment, has achieved the goal of becoming a human being under the eyes of the God of Holy Light. A difficult operation that keeps causing trouble underneath.
Gawain shook his head and saidLooking back at some divergent thoughts, he frowned: "If it's just the aura of the gods, it doesn't mean anything. She may just be carrying high-level holy objects - as the princess of Typhon, she doesn't have things of this level around her. Not surprising."
Veronica shook her head: "There are many sacred objects under the names of various sects, but most of them are mortal priests who have made great achievements in history and performed miracles. Relics left after noble sacrifices. Although such relics contain powerful power, they are still 'mortal objects' in nature. There are very few 'holy objects' that truly have the aura of gods. They are basically fragments of eternal slates. Copied items that cannot be forged will not leave the headquarters of each church under normal circumstances, and will not be carried around by someone who is not even a devout believer - even if she is the princess of the empire."
Gao Wenquqi. Putting his finger on his chin: "Can you be sure which god's breath it is?"
"No. I can only judge that it comes from the god from the indescribable breath that tends to be contaminated by knowledge." , but it’s impossible to determine who it is.”
“Is it harmful?” Gawain asked again.
“It is just breath, it does not have essential power, and will not cause pollution or spread.” Veronica shook her head slightly, “But whether Matilda herself is ‘harmful’... That’s unclear. Got it. After all, Typhon has a completely different church power than Anzu, and the Augustus family is still very mysterious to us."
Gawain thought quietly, and after a moment he said softly. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair: "Looking on the bright side, maybe she is just a carrier."
"Since you can sense this aura, it will be troublesome these days. Pay more attention to Princess Typhon - but if she doesn't behave abnormally, don't take any action.
"We are guests from afar, and we must entertain these guests well."
Veronica lowered her head slightly: "I understand."
......
Before the official talks began, the envoys from Typhon first got a full rest and were invited to visit the Supreme Government Affairs Office building in the administrative area and the mage area adjacent to the Government Affairs Office.
This city known as the "Magic City" has left a very deep impression on the guests who visit here.
Tidy, new, beautiful and livable, this is a new-style city that is completely different from the old feudal capital. Matilda, who visited here for the first time, can’t help but compare it to the Typhon Imperial Capital. Aldernan makes the comparison.
The sun gradually sets in the west, and half of the giant sun has dropped below the horizon. The brilliant light spreads across the entire city slantingly, and the dark mountains in the distance glow with golden light, creeping jaggedly in the background of the city. , this scenery that can almost be described as magnificent surged into the huge picture frame outlined by the floor-to-ceiling window frame. Matilda stood in front of this giant picture frame, silently watching this foreign city gradually Soaked in the sunset, speechless for a long time.
Count Durer stood behind her, also watchingThis beautiful scenery made me sigh with emotion: "I used to think that Aldernan was the only city that could be described as magnificent... But now it seems that there are more than one stunning sceneries in the world."
"In terms of planning, Aldernan's layout two hundred years ago has lagged behind this era. The magic industry's requirements for transportation, sewage, etc. are urging us to transform the capital of the empire," Matilda broke her silence. He whispered, "Whether we are willing to admit it or not, the planning method of Cecil City will serve as a great reference for us - this is, after all, the origin of magic technology."
There was a trace of helplessness in Count Durer's tone: "...Aldernan was once the most advanced city in planning."
"Nothing is always advanced. Our ancestors two hundred years ago could not imagine it." A factory two hundred years later will need so much raw material, and it is unimaginable that a road will need so many vehicles." Matilda's tone was still calm, "Once upon a time, we looked at Anzu as if we were looking at a decaying and corrupted factory. Giant, but now, we must try our best to prevent this decaying giant from becoming ourselves."
Just a half-day visit has already had a great impact on the mission.
The Typhons are proud. This pride stems from their martial spirit and their strongest national power among human nations. However, pride does not mean blindness. They can be sent as messengers. People who are not stupid are not stupid. As early as the moment they left the country, everyone led by Matilda opened their eyes, and now, they saw something that made everyone feel uneasy.
At least judging from the surface, the prosperity and advancement of this Cecil Imperial City surpassed that of Aldernan.
"Andesa's judgment and worries are correct. This country is rising rapidly." Matilda's eyes fell through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the bustling city opposite the Autumn Palace. Her eyesight allowed her to see many details on the street. She could see the satisfied residents, the brand-new signboards and the prosperous commercial street. "Also, Count Durer, have you noticed One thing..."
"What are you referring to?"
"There seems to be no slums in this city"
"That's true... At least judging from the neighborhoods we have passed and the information we have learned, this city does not seem to have slums in the true sense." Count Durer thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's really puzzling...those poor people are... Where do they live? Do they need to live outside the city? This would explain why the city can maintain such a level of cleanliness, and why all the people we see along the way are relatively wealthy and energetic citizens. "< /p>
Matilda glanced at Count Durer and shook her head slightly, but in the end she said nothing.
After a few seconds of silence, she spoke seemingly casually: "Tomorrow, before the first meeting, we will have the opportunity to visit their Imperial Academy. That is very important. It is us who come. The main purpose of coming hereone.
"It is said that their college has done a more thorough job of 'breaking the rules' than ours. All civilians and nobles go to the same college, and even the living quarters are together. We need to confirm with our own eyes, Understand how they plan and how their college is managed.
"Other than that, let's just do our part as 'guests'. ”
Count Dürer nodded slightly, and then left the room with the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
In the setting sun, Matilda turned and left the window. She came to the bar on one side of the room and prepared a glass of light wine for herself. Then she picked up the crystal clear crystal glass and put it in front of her eyes. Through the swaying wine, she looked at the almost solidified liquid spilled into the room from the window. The dusk light.
The next second, the dusk light really solidified near the window, and quickly covered everything in her sight like some kind of gradually smudged paint.
Where the light of dusk shrouds things, things seem to have experienced hundreds of years of baptism. The gorgeous tapestries have lost their color, the exquisite wooden furniture is quickly mottled and cracked, and the furnishings in the room are disappearing and weathering one by one. Even the layout of the room quickly changed into something different!
In front of Matilda’s eyes, this bright and new room quickly turned into the corridor of an ancient, silent palace! , and countless suspicious and malicious whispers came from all directions, as if countless invisible guests gathered in this "palace", approaching Matilda step by step without good intentions.
On the wall closest to her, a dark black door suddenly appeared. There was a knock on the door from behind, and an indescribable hoarse murmur sounded from behind the door, mixed with There were creepy chewing and swallowing sounds, as if a man-eating beast was crouching outside the door, but pretending to be human and knocking on the door patiently.
Matilda calmly knocked on the door. Looking at the alienated scene in front of him, he reached out and took out a delicate metal tube, unscrewed the lid, and poured the medicine inside into his mouth.
The spicy and bitter medicine flowed down the esophagus. The whispers approaching from all directions gradually weakened, and the alienated scene in front of her quickly returned to normal. Matilda was still standing in the Qiu Palace room, but her face was slightly paler than before.
She stretched out her arms. She took action and picked up the wine glass that she had just put down from the bar next to her. Her hands were shaking slightly, but she still picked up the glass of wine and drank it all in one breath.
Illusion filled her mouth. The smell of blood, but the smell of blood quickly receded, Matilda closed her eyes slightly, and after taking a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes, and her eyes became calm and as deep as water again.
As they grow up crazy and fight against madness all their lives, they gradually slip into the nightmare that family members must face when they reach adulthood, and sooner or later they will be swallowed up by it.
This.Such is the fate of every Augustus.
Matilda raised the corners of her mouth slightly, seeming to be a little self-deprecating, but she quickly restrained her emotions that should not be revealed, turned around and came to the desk not far away.
On the desk, there is a book open quietly, but it is not a mysterious magic book or important state information, but a book from the Cecil Empire that I bought when I visited the mage area. Citizens are free to read:
"Higher Mathematics"
The content here is very strange, and I can't seem to understand it for a while, but it is said that Cecil's students are intoxicated For it, you have to hold one in your hand even when you eat and walk, so the things recorded in this book must be very important.
After successfully fighting against the erosion of nightmares and madness, Matilda felt that she needed to watch something else to adjust her mood...