Chapter 840 New Mission

A figure in black robes flew over from the direction of Shadow Swamp and landed on the Typhon checkpoint. Immediately, soldiers and station officers approached and asked the purpose of this mage - who mastered the art of flying. Mages are different from those "battle mages" trained in mass production. They come from the Royal Mages Association, have received systematic education and years of training, and are usually stationed in places such as communication towers or mages association branches. This kind of person obviously has something important to do when he comes in person.

"You should have stopped the train just now!" As soon as the black-robed mage landed, he looked at the magic train that had crossed the border with annoyance - it did not enter a fully accelerated state, but It moved on the rails as if gliding, but the national border was an invisible wall. After crossing the border, even if the train was slower than a snail, it would be impossible for the Typhons to catch up. "Damn... ...There may be people sneaking across the border hidden on that train!"

The knight stationed at the outpost widened his eyes and immediately looked back in the direction of the train, then turned back: "We have already checked it! There are only goods in line with the list and registered crew members."

"You checked it yourself?"

Looking at the mage's stern look, young Typhon asked. The officer was not afraid. He puffed up his chest and said, "I checked it myself. The soldiers checked it again, and I checked it myself."

"...Well, I hope you didn't make a mistake," the mage sighed. Tone, "Listen, here comes the order from Aldernan..."

...

The train stopped at the checkpoint on the Cecil side, and the soldiers began to follow It was stipulated to inspect the goods on the train and hand over the necessary customs clearance documents to the person in charge of the train. They did it meticulously and looked nothing unusual.

A commander wearing an officer's standard melting sword on his waist walked into the carriage and took a look inside.

Between the crates, there are many silent figures.

The commander nodded slightly, turned and left.

The door of the carriage was closed again, and darkness returned to the freight carriage.

"We are safe," a voice came from the darkness, "This is the Cecil people's checkpoint..."

"We still need to hold on for a while, "Yuri whispered, "We have to get off at Baisha Station - there, we will blend in with the employees of Baisha Mining Company, and then we will truly set foot on Cecil's land. "

"No, that knight is just a "Low-level," Yuri shook his head, "As for the battle mages stationed at the site...the kind of mages trained in batches can't see through high-level spiritual spells. But what happened after Aldernan's orders arrived at these border posts. It's different. They will definitely send a more powerful official mage to check the level."

"Then come with me.We have nothing to do with it," a priest muttered in a low voice, "I just hope that the compatriots who are crossing the border later can pass smoothly..."

Wendy glanced at the priest who spoke last in the dark and closed her mouth slightly. Eyes, but no words.

After this train...how many compatriots will cross this border and go to Cecil under the rule of the "outlander"? >As Yuri said... maybe many people will stay in Typhon.

Although the extraterrestrial wanderers are powerful, there are only a few archbishops who have truly understood and faced this power. Except in the dream world, the wanderer outside the realm is just a mortal emperor in reality, and the "loyalty" brought by the deterrence of power... has always been fragile.

The Order of the Eternal Sleeper, which has lasted for seven hundred years, is destined to be torn apart. From now on, it will become the nourishment of two human empires. Where will it go in the future...

The "future" may be. Just like this train, it rumbles forward and keeps going into the distance. For Wendy, Yuri and others, they can only imagine what the distance looks like.

In the darkness. Someone whispered to themselves: "Cecil...we are here..."

...

The early morning sun shines on the lawn in front of Cecil Palace, The fresh earthy smell drifted slowly along the wind. Gawain was walking along the path as usual, and Amber was taking a small morning jog beside him as usual.

This was the most beautiful moment of Gawain's day. A moment of leisure.

When the melodious and sonorous first chime of the mechanical bell tower came from the distance, Gawain suddenly said: "Late last night, the first successful informer appeared. "

Amber didn't react for a while: "...ah? "

Gawain reminded him casually: "Over there is the Eternal Sleeper. "

As the person in charge of intelligence, Amber immediately understood what Gawain was talking about. She frowned subconsciously: "So fast? Didn't we predict that it would be at least a week before anyone would successfully break the news to Rosetta Augustus? "

"It seems that we have underestimated Typhon's Royal Mage Association," Gawain shook his head. "They have thought of a way to successfully block the psychic network in a very short period of time, even if it is only a small amount. Large-scale application is enough to understand many things. "

"...Then it seems that we have to take some measures early," Amber curled his lips, "The number of eternal sleepers who can successfully reach Cecil will probably be less than half as expected. Fortunately, the core staff There should be no problem with most of the technical information...the rest will fall into the hands of Rosetta Augustus. ”

“Of course it will fall into his hands, and he will immediately start trying to analyze and apply the technology of the Eternal Sleeper. If he is open-minded enough, he will also gather those who were intercepted in advance like me. Feng's eternal sleeper, try to dig them all out and stuff them into his crafts association... maybe... no, he will definitely do that."Yes," Gawain said in a calm tone, "They may soon find a way to improve the communication tower..."

Amber glanced at Gawain suspiciously: "Is this also in your plan? ? "

"This is not my plan, it is an inevitable change of events. Neither Megall III nor I can reverse it, but fortunately, I don't mind letting things develop in this direction," Gao Wen said casually, "As I said a long time ago, we cannot expect our opponents to stay still forever, especially opponents like Typhon - they will definitely develop rapidly. All we can do is to be better than them." Develop faster and let them have more pitfalls on the road to development. "

Amber curled her lips and murmured while trying to keep up with Gawain: "In short, the most important thing now is that you, the 'mastermind behind the scenes', must have been exposed to Rosetta. "

Gao Wen was silent for two seconds when he heard the words, and then he breathed out softly and looked into the distance: "Yes..."

"Should we respond to public opinion as soon as possible? ? " Amber asked, "Typhon may make a fuss about this - although I don't think they have any clever means in terms of 'public opinion'. "

"Just look at the arrangements," Gawain said casually, "You should already be very experienced in this matter. ”

“I understand. "

Amber nodded and responded simply. Then she saw that Gawain had no intention of continuing to speak, so she couldn't help but ask one more question: "In addition, you are involved in the Order of the Eternal Sleeper. The traces of activities in Typhon have been exposed, and there should be other reactions from Typhon - the trade plan and ambassador plan we just made..."

"Believe me, business will continue as usual in the future. , the ambassador is as sent, peace remains as it is, Typhon and Cecil will still be good neighbors," Gawain smiled and glanced at Amber, "As for privately... we have always had a lot of spies infiltrating each other anyway. Your Military Intelligence Bureau has been sending excellent operators, and the number of Typhon agents we have captured in the eastern border and several northeastern provinces...how many are there already? "

Hubo rolled his eyes: "It's not enough to build a city, but it's rich to form a mining group." ”

“Isn’t this enough? Gawain smiled calmly, "It's just a daily routine in a big country." Of course, Rosetta Augustus will be more wary of us than before, and he should also impose certain restrictions in future commercial orders, but what about overall? Behind the peace agreement, neither Typhon nor Cecil really despised the other - it was just that in the face of sufficient national interests, everyone had a tacit understanding. "

Seeing Amber's thoughtful look, Gawain just breathed out softly. He stopped talking, but he thought of something else.

He and Amber What he was talking about was only on the level of the two countries, but personally, he didn't know how Rosetta Augustus would feel about himself as an "outlander".

Only. One thing he was sure of: he couldn't hope for someone like Rosse.People like the Tower Emperor would be frightened and nervous when facing a so-called "outside wanderer".

The greater possibility is that the Emperor Typhon did not treat himself, the "ancient hero" who "rised from the coffin", as an ordinary human being from the beginning. Is he really a human being under this skin? Ghosts are probably meaningless to the Typhon ruler.

Because Gawain himself has the same mentality——

The Augustus family that rules Typhon has been entangled with a certain "curse" since two hundred years ago. And behind this curse, people are always reminded of the spiritual pollution of gods.

Rosetta Augustus also has a "little secret" behind him. Whether this little secret is related to the spiritual pollution of God, and which god it specifically involves, for Gawain Although Yan Du could arouse curiosity, it would not affect his dealings with the Typhon Empire.

Because the national interest requires it.

"What have you thought of?" Amber's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Gawain's random thoughts. He turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a pair of big amber eyes looking towards him. In his own opinion, "Suddenly his expression was so solemn..."

Gawain felt inspired for a moment and said what he was thinking casually: "People who sit in the position of rulers often cannot be counted anymore." "Human"

Hubo suddenly looked stunned, then scratched his face: "Although I also think that your position is not done by human beings, but you say it so frankly, I don't know why. Continuing the words..."

Gawain: "...That's not what I meant."

"That's almost the same thing," Amber waved her hands indifferently, and then looked away. He took two more steps to catch up with Gawain and muttered, "I said you can't walk slower? Are you walking at a walking pace?"

Gawain looked down at his pace. , and then glanced at Amber who was trotting next to him: "I thought you were just jogging in the morning..."

Amber's pointed ears immediately stood up, and there were even veins on the sides of the ears: " ...I can't keep up with you!"

Gawain: "..."

...

When the freight train comes from the Typhon Empire While speeding towards the white sand hills in the sun, on the banks of the Gorgon River, which has gradually thawed and the water level is about to be full, and on the vast plain outside Pompeii, another train is also rolling over the newly built track, speeding towards the south. .

The red-haired Asarena sat near the window, staring at the grass and relay piles passing by outside with wide eyes, her eyes full of curiosity.

She has been to this human country before, to the southern border of this country, that was twenty years ago.

Today, twenty years later, everything here has a freshness to her that she had never imagined.

Only twenty years have passed.

The Dragon Seal Witch withdrew her gaze and looked at Sir Gorosh sitting opposite her: "Look, this thingIt is indeed much faster than the earth dragon beast..."

The beasts of burden that the dragonborn took when they came here were all left in the north. Those traditional means of transportation had completed their mission, and they were not adapted to the south. Due to the country's climate, water and soil, the Cecil people have prepared more convenient and advanced means of transportation for the guests. At first, Sir Gorosh was quite skeptical about these rumbling machines, but now it seems that Mr. Sir has already Enjoyed it

"I wonder how the Cecilians made this thing," Sir Gorosh said, with curiosity in his tone, "If they are in a colder place. If it can run, it's a good thing..."

"But it's not easy to let it travel through the mountainous areas in the north," Asarena said. "There aren't many plains in the Holy Dragon Principality. "

"This can be solved for the Dragonborn, isn't it? "Sir Gorosh said with a smile, "The key depends on whether the Cecil people's technology can be sold, and how to sell it - judging from the attitude of your old acquaintance, they seem to be happy to sell these new things to the outside world. , as long as the price is right. "

"Sir Gorosh, I never knew you were a businessman," Asarena looked at Sir Gorosh up and down, "and you are talking about the word 'old acquaintance' When... it seemed to mean something? "

Sir Gorosh's face was expressionless: "This is your illusion, Ms. Asarena. "

"I hope so," Asarena looked out the window again, "Ah, it seems we are about to cross a barrier in the mountains..."