The streets of Cecil are as bustling and vibrant as ever. Everywhere you look you can see the city scenes that you are used to seeing. However, for Byron today, walking on the streets of Cecil has a different feeling. Experience——
Wandou followed him and kept talking.
She talked enthusiastically about her experience in the college, the new friends she made, everything she saw, the weather, her mood, the things she had seen Books, and the new Phantom drama currently in production, this girl who can finally speak again is as if she has come to this world for the first time, chattering almost endlessly, as if she is trying to explain everything she has ever seen and experienced. Describe everything again.
Even if it was a small street shop that she would pass by every day, she would run in with a smile and say hello to the boss inside, and receive an exclamation and congratulations.
Byron always smiles and stays by Pea's side.
The originally short journey home ended like this for half a day.
When the father and daughter finally arrived near Knight Street, Byron saw a figure wandering at the intersection - it was Philip who had returned to Cecil two days ago.
Byron walked forward with a smile. Philip, who was not far away, also sensed the approaching breath and turned around to greet him. But before the two old partners spoke, it was Wandou who spoke first. , she greeted Phillip very happily, and a happy voice came from the sound-producing device of Nervous Thorns: "Uncle Phillip!!"
Philip was about to speak when he heard this strange, synthesized female voice. But he suddenly stopped. After two seconds, he looked at Wandou in confusion: "Wandou...are you talking?"
"It's me!!" Wandou smiled happily, He turned around half a circle and showed the metal device on the back of his neck to Phillip, "Look! Grandpa Pitman made it for me! This thing is called a nerve thorn, and it can speak for me!!"
" We just came back from the research institute," Byron hurriedly explained before Pea could chatter. "According to Pitman, this is a small artificial nerve cord, but its function is more complicated than the artificial nerve cord. Helping Pea talk is only one of its functions. One - of course you know me, I won’t pay attention to content that is too professional..."
"I have heard about this project..." Philip opened his eyes wide, with happiness and surprise. Looking at Wandou, "But I didn't expect it to happen so soon... Great, Wandou, today is definitely worth celebrating!"
"You can celebrate, but you are not allowed to drink with my dad!" Wandou immediately glared. Said, "I know uncle, you have strong self-control, but my father can't control himself at all! As long as someone pulls him to drink, he will get himself drunk. Every time, he will sleep in the living room until the third day, smelling of alcohol. Two days later, I will be asked to help clean up...Uncle, you don't know, even if you persuaded dad on the spot, he would still drink secretly after he got home, saying that it meant a beginning and an end, and that it was respect for the brewery... …and stillYes, last time you..."
The girl's brain was spinning rapidly. The magic device driven by brain wave signals did not require ventilation or rest. The rain of words that covered his face confused Phillip. Young Mr. Knight (who is actually not that young) was still smiling at first, but soon became stunned. He looked at Byron blankly - it was not until Pea finally calmed down that he found a chance to speak. : "Byron...this...what's going on with this child..."
"You didn't expect it, did you? Byron's face was filled with the expression "You also have today". Although he was still the one being lectured this time, it was Philip who endured the "storm", which made him feel inexplicably happy, "None of us expected that we would be normal." There are so many words in Wandou's belly..."
Wandou immediately opened his eyes and looked at Byron with an expression of "I'm going to talk if you keep doing this", causing the latter to quickly wave his hand. : "Of course, I'm quite happy that she was able to express what was in her heart..."
Then before Wandou could speak, Byron immediately changed the topic to another direction and looked towards Philip: “Speaking of which… what are you doing here? "
"I know you are going to the north, so I came to say goodbye to you," Philip said seriously. "I have been busy with work recently, and I am worried that I will not have time to say goodbye if I miss it. "
"...Why do I feel so awkward when you say this?" Byron immediately rubbed his arms, "As if I am going to die outside this time. "
After hearing this, Philip thought for a moment and analyzed seriously: "Theoretically, this will not happen. There is no war in the north, and your mission will not conflict with the locals or the Strait. If there is a conflict with Violet on the opposite side, in theory you can come back alive except for getting drunk and jumping into the sea or finding someone to duel with nothing else..."
Byron: "...To be honest, you did it on purpose. Ironic, right? "
Philip's serious expression did not change at all: "Sarcasm is not an act of chivalry. "
Byron thought about it again, and his expression became more and more weird: "I still think you are mocking me - Philip, you have grown up! "
Wandou stood nearby, looked at Byron, then looked at Philip, and slowly and happily laughed.
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Count Dürer was sitting comfortably on a comfortable soft sofa, next to a large floor-to-ceiling window that could directly see the garden and the bustling streets in the distance. The comfortable afternoon sunlight shone into the room through the clear and clean crystal glass, making it warm and bright. < /p>
Soft and gentle music was coming from the magic device in the corner, and the exotic tunes made the upper-class nobleman from Typhon feel more relaxed.
He was holding a ball in his hand. A beautifully printed book with the words "A Brief Account of Folklore Myths of Northern Mainland China" on the cover. The paper of the book is not expensive, but it has exquisite illustrations and neat and beautiful text layout. He turned over a new page. , his eyes scanned the first few lines, and he couldn't help showing some emotion, and looked up at the person sitting opposite him.Interviewer: "Master Habiye, I have to admit that the printing technology of the Cecil people is much better than ours. The exquisite printing of this book even gave me the urge to open a printing factory."< /p>
The person sitting opposite him looks no longer young, has the elegant temperament of a scholar and is bald. This old gentleman with a bookish aura is a famous scholar and grammar master of Typhon, ha. Bill Reston, who is also a member of the Typhon envoy this time, is also reading a book printed by the Cecilians, but it is not a large book, but a thin book. A popular booklet with a colorful cover and short articles.
Hearing Count Dürer's words, the old gentleman raised his head: "It is indeed incredible printing, especially that they can print color patterns so accurately and in large quantities - the technology in this area is really amazing. "People are curious."
"It is said that this technology has just appeared in Cecil a few months ago," Count Durer said casually, but his eyes fell on the popular book in Habiye's hand, " Are you still reading that brochure? "
"It's called 'Magazine'," Habiye raised the brochure in his hand. On the cover of the brochure, a handsome and upright figure glowed in the sunlight. With the reflection of the ink, "The content above is popular, but unexpectedly interesting. The grammar used and the structure of the entire magazine inspired me a lot."
"But with all due respect, in It seems to me that the things there are a bit too popular," Count Dürer said with a smile, "I thought that a great scholar like you would dismiss similar things - they are not even as good as the mythology book in my hand. "The collection has depth."
"Your Majesty has given me the task of compiling the "Empire", and the biggest experience I have accumulated in the past six months is to change the past one-sided pursuit of 'elegance' and 'profundity'. 'The idea," Habiye put down the magazine in his hand and looked at Count Durer quite seriously, "Newspapers are a new thing. They are different from the expensive and rare classics in the past. Their readers do not have such a high status. It doesn’t require too much advanced knowledge, heraldry and ritual regulations don’t interest them – they can’t understand it either.”
As he said this, the old gentleman pointed at the one he had left. Magazine on the table: "What they can really understand is more popular and straightforward things. In this regard, the Cecil people are obviously better than us. His Majesty hopes that we can learn from the Cecil people in this aspect." I found their knack for uniting people, inspiring morale, and guiding civilians, so I was sent here. Naturally, I want to pay attention to their achievements in this area."
Count Durer raised his eyebrows: "Oh. ? So what have you learned these days? ”
“I have learned a lot. These magazines—and other popular books circulating in the market—are all attractive. I wonder if you have noticed them. No, even many young people in the mission have become interested in these reading materials. They often discuss the popular stories in private. Some people have already gone to see the two dramas of Shadow and are fond of the characters in the dramas."No, the attraction of novelty is undeniable," Habiye said with a smile. "I also chatted with Mr. Godwin Orlando. He is a very knowledgeable man and even made me think To ignore his Cecilian identity.
“Nearly half of those magazines and newspapers were founded by Godwin Orlando. His ideas in organizing similar publications are refreshing to me. To be honest, I even want to invite him to Typhon. Go, of course I know this is unrealistic - he has a distinguished status here and is highly valued by the royal family, so it is impossible for him to work for us."
"Haha, it's rare to see you being so candid. "You can't help but praise others," Count Dürer couldn't help but laugh, "If you are really serious, maybe we can try to win over the apprentices trained by Mr. Godwin - after all, recruiting and examining talents is also One of our missions this time."
Habiye smiled and shook his head: "If our visit was not coming soon, I would definitely consider your suggestion seriously."
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"The signing ceremony in the morning was successfully completed." In the spacious and bright study, Hetty placed a thick document on Gawain's desk. "After so many days, After a lot of bargaining and modifications, the Typhons finally agreed to most of our conditions - we also reached a tacit agreement with them on many reciprocal terms."
"This is called a win-win situation," Gawain said. Showing a smile, he put down the pile of information he was reading just now, raised his hand and picked up the documents Hetty brought, and casually said while flipping through, "New trade categories, new diplomatic memorandums, new peace declarations, and ...Investment plan..."
Gawain's eyes fell on certain words in the document, and he leaned back on the seat back with a smile.
Among the new investment licenses, "production and distribution of film and television dramas" and "audio-visual book products" are prominently listed.
Hetty's eyes fell on the pile of information that Gawain had just put down. She was a little curious: "What is this?"
"The new Phantom drama script, "Gawain said, "The Beacon - a commemoration of the brave Lord Belk Laurent, a disaster that should be remembered forever. It will be released this summer or earlier, if all goes well... The Typhons. I will also see it soon after that."
Hetty's eyes were deep and thoughtful, and she heard the voice of her ancestors coming calmly:
"Give them the magic shadow. Plays, give them magazines, give them more popular stories, and anything else that can beautify Cecil, let them worship Cecil's heroes, let them become familiar with Cecil's life, and constantly tell them what is. Advanced civilizations constantly hint at the distance between their own lives and the true "civilized and enlightened country". In this process, we must emphasize our goodwill and emphasize that we stand with them, in this way. Repeat the words a thousand times, and they will think that the words are their own thoughts...
"Then, the era of peace will comeCome on, Hetty. "
Hetty's eyes slowly moved across the desk, and finally landed on a document that seemed to have just been completed in Gawain's hand.
The cover of the document There is only one line of words:
Dyeing plan
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